Afterward, we left the city and headed to San Jose to go have a real brunch and go shopping at a motorcycle accessory and apparel warehouse. The warehouse parking lot was full of bikes despite the dismal weather, which quickly deteriorated into light rain. We ate our brunch at some roadside caf�. Cute waitress. I had lots of coffee and buttermilk pancakes and syrup. Hmmmmm....makes me hungry just thinking about it! After breakfast, we went shopping for motorcycle stuff and checked out the various bikes parked by the store. Saw a real clean FZ1 that looked like it just came off the showroom. It had a beautiful titanium exhaust system. It�s owner told me it was a 2002, which was a shock due to how clean even the engine was! He also admitted to me that he had a pressure washer. Ahah!
After shopping, we made a feeble attempt at riding to the hills in search of twisties�ANY twisties! Alas, the rain started to come down. A group decision was reached: forget about the ride, and just go chill at Phil�s place. There was no fun riding twisties in that kind of weather. Thus, we turned around and rode back to Phil�s.
Chillin� at Phil�s
We ended up spending the rest of our day swapping lies, playing video games, watching Triumph the Insult Dog, and waiting for the BBQ to finish. The rain hardly let up so there was not much we could do. More local Sport-Touring.net members showed up. Andrew, Sean, Robert from Southern California, Chris and his girlfriend Liz, Dr. Gil from Eureka, California, and a few other people who�s names escape me now. Apologies to my bad memory.
The steak, corn, mashed potatoes, hamburgers, and of course, Jim�s infamous garlic bread, along with endless supplies of soda, beer, and other alcoholic beverages were consumed with alacrity. More lies were swapped around. Everyone teased me about my VFR being so clean even after 600+ miles and rain. Lemme give you guys a hint: it�s called Plexus. And it allows rain water to wash right down the fairings like water on a duck�s back. Our little party didn�t end until the wee hours of the evening, ending with a cacophonie of motorcycle exhaust as some members departed. I�m quite sure that Phil did NOT endear himself well with his neighbors that night! |
