The ride into San Fran passed along the coast, through Monterrey and Santa Cruz. It was a great ride in and we made some miles as we were planning on meeting up with Ryan’s girlfriend and some of her friends who were in town for a wedding. We parked at bikes at a nice hotel that we had booked right downtown and settled in for a couple days.
Alcatraz in the distance
Years ago Ash and I stayed at the Fairmont, perfect location in the center of the city.
I’d say San Francisco is the best riding city in North America. Riding around San Francisco is sweet. The roads are really build for smaller transportation and motorcycles are ideal. Big hills, big rolling humps and lots of slow moving traffic with open spaces for bikes. Motorcycle parking is everywhere and very cheap, at the time I paid around 25 cents for an hour. A nice change from more ‘redneck’ cities like Calgary where parking is reserved for large trucks and hummers.
It was also Laundry Day! We did a quick laundry run so we didn’t smell like dead bugs, sweat and motor oil, before heading out for the night.
Dirty laundry neatly disguised as a cool motorcycle pannier
Ry with his not so cool plastic garbage, er, laundry bag
None of my laundry was worth stealing so we took off for a bit, came back grabbed our now clean laundry and got ready to head out for the night. We met up with some friends and ended up trying to catch the end of a Bob Sinclar show at a great bar down by the warehouse district. Good night.
Sketchy ATM
Chinatown
I ended up losing a bet at one of the bars we were at and had to go get a ‘free’ chair massage by creepy massage guy in the corner – so akward.
Still buddies even after 8,000ish Km
