After an all nighter with the fellas in Oakland we packed up and headed to Oregon. My aunt and uncle moved up there in the early 70′s. After my father passed away I guess they figured it was time to get out of SFV. 385 miles to Grants Pass wasn’t bad at all. For me personally I just wanted to get out of California. Don’t get me wrong I love California. But I knew inside I wouldn’t really feel like we were on the road until I saw the border. Deep down inside I just wanted to get as far from home as fast as fucking possible and 90mph up I-5 was the best idea I could come up with.
The ride over Shasta was really bitchin’. Big wide open sweepers and hardly any traffic. Bikes were running killer and once we crossed the California border I felt a huge weight lift on me and I could finally just enjoy the ride. A word of advice to anyone going through Oregon WATCH THE SPEED LIMIT. OHP does not fuck around and they love giving bikes tickets.
We spent the night at my aunt and uncle’s. Hung out in the garage most of the night and listened to my uncle Kirk AKA Grey Beard tell stories about the old days in SFV, all his trips down the Lewis and Clark trail, and most importantly map out a route for us from Grants Pass to Deadwood. Woke up in the morning did a quick check on the bikes and we’re back on the road. Not sure where the next stop is or when we’ll get there. This trip isn’t about the destination. It’s about the journey. FTW! D/S for life FYM!
All Photos by Ramon Felix