In three short weeks since being put back on the road, Molly (1525) has accumulated over 500 miles. Three hundred of those miles were today.
Today was the annual
Norton Owner's Club Hansen Dam gathering and ride. It's open to all British brands but, the parking lot attracts all kinds of exotic and vintage bikes. There were a couple of CBXs, old CB750s, /2 BMWs, Airheads and more. Some guy named
Jay brought out one of his Brough Superiors--just because he can. The guy is an ambassador and true to himself and the hobby of cars and motorcycles. If I were filthy rich, I'd live exactly like him.
The weather was absolutely flawless. I'm sorry in advance for the people who already have winter upon them. It was 70F by 8:00 AM and the skies were crystal clear. Many hundreds of bikes turned out and Molly was there. I figured the engine was developed by Weslake and the electrics are the same as modern Triumphs so that makes it kind of British, right?
There were plenty of people who knew what it was and she got her share of attention. At 10:00 AM, the ride departed. I didn't follow. It was a short ride and not everybody joined in. To be judged and ranked, the bikes had to complete the ride. By the lingering bikes in the parking lot, many were perfectly content to kick tires and look at everybody else's stuff.
There was also an
Italian and French car show and swap meet going on about 15 miles away. Many of the people who showed up for the Norton gathering, diverted to the second event for the afternoon. Before heading over, I took Molly up Little Tujunga Canyon Road. She took her turn on the helipad at LA County Fire Camp 9. This was about noon over the San Fernando Valley.
No pictures from the car show. I got there about 1:30 and the cars were already thinning out. I made my way through what was left, checking out all kinds of exotic and unusual cars. There were also pockets of motorcycles and scooters. It was an event in its own right.
When I got back to Molly, there was a note from somebody asking me to contact them. Apparently, the owner of 1526 (one serial number apart from Molly) was at the car show and randomly spotted her in the parking lot. I'd have paid money to see the look on his face when he discovered the serial number on Molly.
I was supposed to meet a friend at the car show but, he was nowhere to be found. Thinking he could have taken the riding opportunity to go to the Santa Monica Mountains, I took a quick loop up to the Rock Store and the Snake. Nope, no Joe. 3:30 PM on a Sunday and there are still a few stragglers. Two different guys thought it was a brand new motorcycle and one asked me where the nearest dealer was (not joking).
At that time of day, my return route home is either via a clogged 101 freeway, or the coast and sneak around the whole mess. And that's just what I did. With the sun rapidly setting, I got this shot from Deer Creek Road, just past the Ventura County line, looking south-east toward Malibu.
And a sunset shot from Pacific Coast Highway, looking down the same stretch of coastline.
