The weather was perfect, typical California Sunshine(TM) and beautiful surf to our left.I led the guys on a requisite run up to Neptune's Net north of Malibu, where we stopped for a quick bite to eat. With my failing memory, I wasn't *exactly* certain of how far up past Zuma Beach Neptune's was, and knowing the driveway comes up on you pretty fast, it led to the three of us pulling into two different driveways on either side of "The Net", and then doing the obligatory circuling around, trying to find which side of the building the other guy was on. The biker crowds wasn't that large at that time of the morning, and Nick wanted to keep going exploring up the coast. Tough guy - considering the two of them had just driven DOWN the 101 the day before, in and out of rain & hail most of the way. One of the locals suggested Santa Barbara as a nice ride, and that prompted Nick to remember a favorite winery of his. Off we went.
Aside from a mis-read on the signage in Oxnard, and a double-back to Hwy 154 off the PCH, the trip up was uneventful - that is, until we got up near the top of the San Marcos Pass on Hwy 154, heading towards Solvang, CA. The wind kicked up, and to call it "exciting" is an understatement. Something about being blown around, AND up on top of a mountain pass looking down over a valley is especially disconcerting. As Nick pointed out later - the same wind, on flat ground, probably wouldn't have bothered us at all.
A couple of missed turns later and we found ourselves at the Fess Parker Winery -- yup -- "Daniel Boone" has a family winery up here.
Nick apparently enjoyed their Pinot Noir before, so we had high expectations as we pulled in. Great scene though - the genteel Upwardly Mobile out doing their weekend winery tours, and three leather clad Harley riders in their midst, sipping wines. To be honest, I thought most of the wines sucked, and even poured out one of their Syrah's after the first sip. Neither of the Chardonnays in the tasting were very good, but their Viognier was very good. Brought home a bottle of that, along with their "Port style" wine, called "Traditions". Those two are worth seeking out. After a couple of glasses of port, accompanied by cigars out on the veranda, we tried to race the setting sun back home, so we could get Alex on a flight back up to Seattle that night. We took the coastal route the whole way home, and the wind we'd experienced on the way up was doubly intense on the way back. Definitely scarier than the wind I'd faced in the Rhone river valley in Switzerland last summer - at least there I was on a nice wide - and mostly straight - highway. Up and down mountain turns, and the curves along the coast, I got a bit spooked. To make things more exciting, the temperature was dropping fast, and we soon found ourselves in the dark, in heavy traffic, in Ventura, CA. We were trying to head to a restaurant in Woodland Hills, where I'd split off up Topanga Canyon, and Alex and Nick would continue on to LAX and Burbank respectively. After some ever thrilling traffic dodging on the 101 from Ventura to Woodland Hills, we finally arrived at the restaurant, and each used various remedies of hot water, hot drinks, and/or alcohol to warm ourselves up. Aside from my fouled mood due to the Chicago Bears losing their playoff game to the Carolina Panthers (Carolina?!? WTF!), it was a great trip all around. As always, the Street Glide performed perfectly, and I'm looking forward to these guys coming back in future weeks for more SoCal riding.
By the way - go check out (and buy) some of Alex's games here.


