Go West Young Man!

32 Days and 5,536 Miles On My Vintage Motorcycle

The salty air blew us down the embarcadero and we stopped in at the Shell Shop. Justin picked the brains of some natives and got a line on a great little Mexican restaurant just off the strip. We ate cheap burritos and I called my aunt & uncle in Atascadero. I let them know I was in town with a friend and we were hoping for at least a lumpy mattress to sleep on. The ride over on Morro Rd. is a twisty one with the narrow asphalt flanked by a steep ravine and avocado orchards.


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