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octantis, okojosan, kattything, yoru and tsuminaki to see the Monterey Bay Aquarium. Yoru was brave enough to ride down on the back of the GoldWing, while the rest went in Octantis's car. I took them one of the pretty-but-longer ways through Uvas canyon and over Mt. Madonna, then down Highway 1.
It was a pretty laid back day, which was just what I needed. Lunch at BubbaGump Shrip was good, even for a non-fish-eater like me (I had their fried chicken). I got to chat with a handful of other biker-folk, and ambled around the aquarium at my own pace with my camera. For some reason I was slightly uninspired, photographically... I didn't take all that many frames, and what I did take were mediocre at best. This is most likely a sign I need to just get out and shoot more to get back into the photo groove.
Pictures from the day-trip are here on the imageserver as always. I didn't post them all because they didn't all come out and I didn't get permission from everybody in our group to put their mugs online. The last thing I want to be is one of those 'paparazzi friends' that people always feel they need to duck from, for fear their picture will end up posted everywhere. I only put it up when the folks involved say it's cool. If you ever see me with a camera and you don't want your picture taken, just let me know; I respect that.
We stayed until the aquarium closed, which meant the sun had gone down. Yoru wasn't equipped to be a cold-weather passenger, so she squeezed into the crowded backseat with the others and rode home in Octantis's car. Like a dork I'd forgotten to pack extra layers. They were sitting out aside the motorcycle, but in my worries to find my box-o-earplugs for my passenger I'd forgotten to stuff 'em into the bike. It hit about 36 degrees in Coyote Valley, 3/4 of the way home. At speed that's something stupid like sub-20-degree, and here I was in a t-shirt under a fair-weather riding jacket. Thank you, Mother Honda, for the glory of heated grips! Even with the grips and the windshield, though, I did a job on myself. Just before getting home I started to feel A-OK and overly happy/bouncy/silly -- and warm. I knew for a fact I wasn't warm, I just felt it. Were I any farther from the house I would have stopped and taken shelter for a while to warm up. It took about an hour of warming up in the house and eating a little dinner before my body let me know I'd given it core-temp issues, by going into this rather interesting uncontrollable-shiver stage I've not done since I was a little kid. It didn't last long, though, and I warmed up quick enough in the house.
As was mentioned in one of their journals, I showed the gang There(tm) and abused their optical nerves with way too many convention photos. When they took off for the night I took a seriously hot shower and then happily slept like a log for 10 hours.
It was fun -- but next time I need to repeat the mantra to myself as I pack the bike: All The Gear, All The Time. Brrr!
And, for those of you who didn't go check the imageserver, here's one excerpt. A silly shirt spotted on cannery row:
octantis, okojosan, kattything, yoru and tsuminaki to see the Monterey Bay Aquarium. Yoru was brave enough to ride down on the back of the GoldWing, while the rest went in Octantis's car. I took them one of the pretty-but-longer ways through Uvas canyon and over Mt. Madonna, then down Highway 1. It was a pretty laid back day, which was just what I needed. Lunch at BubbaGump Shrip was good, even for a non-fish-eater like me (I had their fried chicken). I got to chat with a handful of other biker-folk, and ambled around the aquarium at my own pace with my camera. For some reason I was slightly uninspired, photographically... I didn't take all that many frames, and what I did take were mediocre at best. This is most likely a sign I need to just get out and shoot more to get back into the photo groove.
Pictures from the day-trip are here on the imageserver as always. I didn't post them all because they didn't all come out and I didn't get permission from everybody in our group to put their mugs online. The last thing I want to be is one of those 'paparazzi friends' that people always feel they need to duck from, for fear their picture will end up posted everywhere. I only put it up when the folks involved say it's cool. If you ever see me with a camera and you don't want your picture taken, just let me know; I respect that.
We stayed until the aquarium closed, which meant the sun had gone down. Yoru wasn't equipped to be a cold-weather passenger, so she squeezed into the crowded backseat with the others and rode home in Octantis's car. Like a dork I'd forgotten to pack extra layers. They were sitting out aside the motorcycle, but in my worries to find my box-o-earplugs for my passenger I'd forgotten to stuff 'em into the bike. It hit about 36 degrees in Coyote Valley, 3/4 of the way home. At speed that's something stupid like sub-20-degree, and here I was in a t-shirt under a fair-weather riding jacket. Thank you, Mother Honda, for the glory of heated grips! Even with the grips and the windshield, though, I did a job on myself. Just before getting home I started to feel A-OK and overly happy/bouncy/silly -- and warm. I knew for a fact I wasn't warm, I just felt it. Were I any farther from the house I would have stopped and taken shelter for a while to warm up. It took about an hour of warming up in the house and eating a little dinner before my body let me know I'd given it core-temp issues, by going into this rather interesting uncontrollable-shiver stage I've not done since I was a little kid. It didn't last long, though, and I warmed up quick enough in the house.
As was mentioned in one of their journals, I showed the gang There(tm) and abused their optical nerves with way too many convention photos. When they took off for the night I took a seriously hot shower and then happily slept like a log for 10 hours.
It was fun -- but next time I need to repeat the mantra to myself as I pack the bike: All The Gear, All The Time. Brrr!
And, for those of you who didn't go check the imageserver, here's one excerpt. A silly shirt spotted on cannery row:
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Date: 2003-02-10 09:59 pm (UTC)