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Rain or Shine, we RIDE!
    
I woke up at 4AM to the pitter-patter of rain drops.  It never stopped until much later. 
     Asphalt_Carver and I had a relaxing breakfast (he ate breakfast this time like a good boy).  We then made a decision that morning, we came here to ride and we were going to have fun, wet or dry.  I was a bit pleasantly surprised at Asphalt_Carver's mood.  In fact, he was gung-ho!  Let's ride!  That's the spirit!  Why the surprise?  Well, two days ago AS was threatening to pull out of the ride because of rain.  Now, nothing short of a hailstorm was going to stop him!


Below:  The windblown tree across from our Hotel in San Simeon.
Central Coast 2007 Page 9                                                                                                 Day 3
Below:  This poor little Interceptor sat in the rain when we arrived in San Simeon.  It sat there all night in the rain.  And it never left.  This is the fate of all Interceptors.  They eventually become somebody's rat bike.  Brings tears to my eyes.
    We headed out of San Simeon onto Highway 1 northward to Monterey.  100 miles of one of the world's best twisties.  Smooth, well marked, with breathtaking views, many people from around the country and the world come to ride and drive on this road.  It's that good.  The northerners can have Hwy 1 north of San Francisco.  We have Hwy 1 from San Simeon to the Monterey Peninsula.  The rain continued its steady drive and it was what I would characterize as light.  But it was steady and kept everything wet, including ourselves and kept a thin layer of water on the roads.  It wasn't enough to create floods, which was a good thing.  But it was enough to put our rain gear, our tires, and our mental abilities to the test. 
     Highway 1 began as sweepers and long straightaways.  But as we approached the Santa Lucia Mountain Range, the road climbed to maybe a thousand feet and it switched gears from sweepers to 30 mph, then 25 mph, then down to 20 mph decreasing radius turns.  Sometimes 15 mph!  Due to the rain, some corners were littered with rocks that had fallen from the cliffs above.  At one point, there was a real boulder-size rock on the road and we had to ride around it into the opposing lane.  There was already a CalTrans worker there signalling people to avoid it. 
     We passed by Ragged Point, the point on this section of Highway 1 where it is the tightest as it twisted and turned and changed elevation quickly in the middle of a turn.  I think my concentration level was about as high as it had ever been on this trip.  My Pirelli Diablos never slipped, nor gave me any hint of trepidation.  I could have probably gone a bit faster, which I did later on when I gained more confidence in them.  Wonderful tires.  I was aided by the smooth, snatch-free power delivery of my Firebolt coming out of the slow corners.  Great stuff.
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