Its been a pretty rough winter up in the Pacific NorthWest, lots of snow, cold temperatures and few opportunities to ride. I got tired of walking outside and seeing the GS looking like this . What to do? Go see my mate Bondy in San Diego, thats what! He is always carping on about how glorious the weather is down there, it is always 80 degrees apparently, and a weekend riding around in the desert sun sounds just about perfect. One short flight later, and I am inspecting my bike for the weekend, Chris wifes XT225. What a, err, cute little thing. Im about 62, so this should be an interesting experience. Chris will be riding his GS1150, a more mismatched pair I could hardly think of. Knowing that I would have little room for provisions, I had not brought much with me, but still had to leave half of that behind. Even my camera wouldnt fit in the XTs tiny panniers, but eventually, embracing a minimalist touring strategy and hiding stuff on Chris bike when he wasnt looking we were ready for the off.