Monterey, Ca—->San Francisco, Ca
got some decent sleep but right back at it..headed out to breakfast first, then off to SF.
stretch break. just north of Santa Cruz.
just pulled into SF. fckin traffic. chilled for a sec then up to Twin Peaks.
Eye on the left squinting..cuzzin/roll/road dog Jun on the right.
We fckin’ made it!!
thennn..leaving Twin Peaks my bike stalls out coming to a stop. won’t start right away. then it starts but won’t hold an idle. Fuck!
fuel leaked during the process. bike flooded=wet spark plugs. elevation and air quality really do effect the way carburetors function.
I was NOT about to get stuck all the way up here.
coasted down the hill in neutral to the gas station on the corner. luckily the attendant was cool with me working on my bike there.
no choice but to get to work…
spark plugs were definitely wet but not soaked. cleaned them off the best I could with what I had. put her back together. fingers crossed, I try to start her. it takes a couple tries but she fires up slowly. I hold the throttle open ‘til she warms up. with the needle rising on the temp gauge, I slowly back off the throttle. She holds an idle!
Relief! I didn’t care how cold and misty it was at that point. We were back in business.
It’s dark. unfamiliar territory. We’re done riding for the night. well, we think we’re done. one phone dead. nowhere to sleep yet. We cross the street to Starbucks for something warm to drink and to find a hotel.
We find a spot but it’s in south SF. that means a short freeway trip in the mist with our visors up..off we go.
made it to the spot safe. day 2 was just as challenging.
"Did that just really happen?"