Index First Days of Exploring, The Sierra Buttes & Forestdale Divide Conquering the Buttes & Bowman Lake Henness Pass Road Lassen Volcanic National Park - Part 1 Lassen Volcanic National Park - Part 2 Lassen Volcanic National Park - Part 3 Chasing Autumn - Bodie State Historic Site Chasing Autumn - Obsidian Dome & The June Lake Loop Chasing Autumn - Mono Lake & Little Bodie Pole Creek Road - Courtesy of PG&E Blackout Journey to Devil's Postpile of Sierra County Day Trip to Uncle Tom's Cabin Yankee Jims and Back Shirt Tail Canyon - How I Learned to Love Mud Putting the Himalayan to Sleep on a Mountainside A Day for Extinct Volcanoes and Sunsets Afternoon Ride at the Yuba Goldfields A Quick Ride to Anza-Borrego and Back Getting My Ass Kicked by Flying Monkeys Flying Through Happy Valley 212 Miles to the Desert and Back Escaping the Heat Sunday Morning Margarita High Point Truck Trail Pt. 1 High Point Truck Trail Pt. 2 Margaritas with the FMARs Mishap on Rouse Ridge Damage Report - Rouse Ridge Pt. 2 Dust Devils on Palomar Road to High Point.... again? Chasing Sunsets Lost(ish) in Anza-Borrego Desert SP Rocking up Clark's Grade - Big Bear Pt. 1 The Dash Homeward - Big Bear Pt. 2 Decided I'd begin to document all of my rides up here in Northern California firstly so that I can keep track of them all, but secondly so that I can share some of the incredibly varying terrain we have in our beautiful state. A bit about me first though. For many moons I've wanted to get into Motorcycling but never fully pulled the trigger. When I was younger I had a stint with a 2008 Triumph Street Triple but quickly realized that starting off on that sort of bike would have led to an untimely demise; In short, it got sold with less than 100 miles on the odometer. Fast forward a few years and the bug was really itching - it was one of those ideas I had played with repeatedly, but had never fully taken the plunge on account of wanting to save money etc. A year or so ago I had heard of CSC and their SG250 through a Revzilla article, and though I was a bit love-struck, I still put off buying. Finally, this past year I had done better than expected on a few stock buys and had a bit of extra money burning a hole in my pocket. As I'm a firm believer that any money I die with is money wasted, I decided to go all in. I had satisfied my savings and investment goals for the year, so why not treat myself? I brought this thing home (it was shipped to my doorstep) in early June. Exploring past Downieville French Corral Moto-Camping In a month and a half, I would go from a level of riding experience one could only call "bugger all" to 1,800 miles of mountain roads, trails, patches of ice/snow, knowing what it's like to miserably ride further into an adventure only to come out on the other end feeling a profound sense of accomplishment..... As the bug often does, it bit hard enough too that within 2 weeks I would dump a few hundred dollars into the very inexpensive SG250. Bar end mirrors, different indicators, seat pads to ensure my spine doesn't bust through the top of my skull, all manner of farkles to make it my own. It was about a month into my ownership of it, and after roughly 1400 miles of riding that I realized as much as I enjoyed riding, my skill-set and my needs for adventure were all beyond the capability of the SG250. I needed a machine I could take anywhere and everywhere - and something that was easy for a beginner like me to hop onto and simply go where most never trudge. After finding a YouTube channel known as "ItchyBoots", I quickly fell in love with the adventuring this Dutch girl was embarking upon, and knew I needed to get a closer look at what she was riding around the world. On July 16th I began calling around to local Royal Enfield dealers (nearest is in Reno, 100 miles away, and the second nearest here in my home state is in Santa Rosa, 165 miles away) and after some haggling back and forth between them, I got what I felt to be a fair OTD price. Still, I wanted to go on-site and take one for a spin before I set anything in stone, so on the following day I bribed a friend to drive me out there for the cost of lunch and a tank of gas. It didn't take long for me to know I was leaving that afternoon on a Himalayan. After a bit of paper work and handing over a size-able check, I saddled up my new to me Himalayan and began the ride home. Shortly after this was taken, I would go on to sell for SG250 for darn near what I paid, and despite it's poor build quality and overall sketchy behavior, I've got a fond place for it my in heart. After all, it's the motorcycle that taught me to ride. To be continued.