17,788 on the odometer.
Packed and finally heading out.
Wait. Something’s not right in the back. The helmet doesn’t seem to be attached securely. I better stop at Chaparral Motorsports, since it’s on the way
And rain pants. Gotta have rain pants. You never know, a torrential storm can happen, right? Thats right, it isn’t always drought’y here in SoCal.
Rule #1. Never stop at this place early in the morning on the first day of your cross country trip.
This place is so fucking huge, you need a bottle of Gatorade and a Powerbar just to get to the other side. It’s the Cabela’s of the motorcycle world.
I gave myself 30 minutes. That’s it. Not a minute more. Got it?!
Well, as Tiny would say: “When I went to school 30 minutes was one half hour…NOT a full hour!”
Well, I found what I needed. Rain pants and a helmet net. A full hour was needed because there is always the possibility the next isle will have the perfect helmet net…or rain pants.
Wait. Wat? No rain pants in the All Terrain Vehicle section? Well I’ll be damned. Who would’a thunk it.
Aha! The next isle should have helmet nets. I mean what kind of shop doesn’t store helmet nets in the Oakley section?
Ok, I know, back on the road…after I take a picture of the valley hills I’m passing…
…and after a late breakfast at Denny’s.
PS Shout out to all who gave me so much valuable advice on gear, packing, planning, etc.
Overlander at large 