Middle of the day, I had cabin fever and didn't care how cold it was or how much black ice I had to dodge, I needed to get out. I had pulled over to get the feeling's back in my hands and to ponder that Dulce looked a lot like some Alaskan cities I've seen on T.V.
I think I was a little fatigued and just wasn't paying attention when the light bulb lit and it dawned on me I was standing by some Buffalo (something you don't see much of in California). I grabbed a burger at the casino, and headed back passing several frozen lakes. It was quite a scenic ride and by the way everybody was waving at me, they don't see many Triumphs out that way.
It has been a serious adjustment for me. Riding all day and barely seeing a dozen cars, not seeing an ocean at some point in the ride and so far haven't seen anything other than Harley's up here. Where I come from the Sunday ride see's everything from Aprilia's to maybe a sighting of Jay Leno's jet bike. Exotica was the norm there. Also I think I'm the only one around here who wears a full helmet. I guess I'm going to be "That Guy"....
