A Long Slow Dance With #ItalianMistressNo3 Ride... Well the day started off with a bang literally...... after +90mph clean blast out the 210, I slam into a 40 min gridlock on the 15N....its fucking 9am on a Sunday morning ..... I have a few questions - a) who are these fucking people? b) where are they fucking going? c) why aren't they in fucking church? lane splitting i clear the jam however there's no accident, no one running nekked on the hiway with a soup spoon, no kittens in traffic lanes, so what's going on people? clearing the jam, i see a lot of folks parked on the I - 15N median looking down over to the I - 15 South .... ok....pull my finger....I stop at the roadside rubberneck partaaaay .... right..... the SWAT team has some guy on the freeway floor, wtf .... can't we just give mental illness and guns the day off? holy fucking christ on a rubber raft, I'm so sick of this shit .... it's just a non-stop stream of eye bleeding insanity, it never takes a union break, help us my dear lord. i met Eric from the OC and his monster BMW 1200 at the Chevron / 138, we swap spit (cuz you can't shake hands, thank you covid) whereafter we proceeded to join a very large gridlock traffic que on my favorite 138/18 up to crestline/arrowhead/big bear. unbelievable, last Sunday I saw two cars on the 138 twisty and today it was gridlocked all the way up! no lanes to split, just fucking gridlocked for 20miles. that's +40 miles of traffic jams, before 11am on a Sunday morning. Fuck you Socal/LA. Shouldn't these people be in church? Paradise Mountain Coffee in Crestline we found out through conversation the traffic jam on the 15S was gifted to us by a nice fella who decided to shoot himself in the chest, in front of his mother, wife and two kids .... while driving on the 15south fucking nice work pal. what a champ. thanks for fucking up my morning, Sunday Morning Selfish Shooter. fortunately the family is okay, as is the driver he crashed into.... unfortunately he is too. so yes, yesterday started out with a "bang" and not the way I like it, fucking Los Angeles, SoCal....long standing tradition of random acts of violence against self and others with guns and weapons of mass ignorance it's Sunday morning shouldn't these people be in church? it is what it is. again, two years.....we're outta here, italy....sometimes I feel like an inmate doing time. i feel pain.....anger and sadness....God help me and my fellow man. Weaving through traffic we jam up the 18 to Big Bear and go around the north side of the lake thru Fawnskin, to avoid the shitshow that is Big Bear....well....to the shitshow that is Northside Fawnskin...there's a lot of traffic coming through there being a glorious weekend in the mountains in the fall, combined with a shooter on the freeway .... a odd combo of concurrent events in our small universe. on the 18 dropping down into the Lucerne desert we triple-digit across a busy 247 to Pipes Canyon, I just love it here, still vacant & beautiful....still a secret road, shortcut if only 20 mins worth....its 20mins of people replaced by amazing landscape. Pappy and Harriet's at 1 p.m. it's packed with a 2 hour wait for food....2 hrs to eat outside in the dirt...what a fucking mess our country is....I'm just fucking speechless...no civility.... "Here's your bag of food and all the waste and trash to go with it .... now eat outside in the dirt and find your own shitter....thank you for your business" Mother Earth is laughing and crying at the same moment. jumping on the motos we roll 20mins downgrade to the Frontier Cafe, nobody in line, the coffee is good, service is spicey, food on the curb. eat n leave....too noisy and too many people from Venice. JT shitshowspicy, the Yucca Shitshow.... never in my lifetime I thought I'd see Yucca as a tourist destination .... what's next Morongo Valley? actually I think it's happening. 2 years = xpat italy, bring it. Weaving our way thru high desert traffic to the 10 where we immediately join a 10westbound gridlock traffic jam....again.... so far most of our day has been spent gridlocked in traffic, SoCal used to be a nice place, 20yrs ago. 40 minutes of lane splitting brings us to the 243 to Idlywild....it's wide-open, it's smooth it's beautiful, it's worth all the shootings and gridlock....we clash the gears, burn some gas and shread some tires into Idlywild.... for a desperately-needed macchiato and a pretty good guitarist playing "Low Spark High Heeled Boys" ... by.... you guessed it.... Traffic!!!! how ironic....I nap on the artificial grass. The nice twisty session down the 74 to a photo shoot turnout, Hemet, we super slab at home. overall it was a good day, inclusive of gridlock traffic jams, Sundee Morning Family Shootings and The Low Spark Of High Heeled Boys on artifical grass.....lovely......yes it was a good day on the Moto!