Here I put a new twist on the obligatory Bixby Bridge photo by leaving out the Bixby Bridge (which was the first cool thing I visited in California when the Army sent me to Monterey all those years ago). Now I’ve been up and down the Golden State enough times that certain stretches of road, outback intersections, and even certain large shade trees bring up vivid memories of rides with vivid people. The permanence of those things juxtaposed against the passage of time, the progress of motorcycles, and the absence of some of those people, makes me count on my fingers how many years I may have left? I can’t remember a lot of things, but I always remember that one sharp right on Highway 1 where the wind kicks up like crazy as soon as you come around the point and threatens to blow you into the Pacific. Motorcycles keep us young. Carpe throttlem!