Sacramento Was Made for Scooter Riding Some days, the scooter gods decide to hand down a little justice. While last year's scootouring was plagued by perpetual rain that was at its worst during the ride, this year we were rewarded with deep blue skies and bright skies. We set out for Shingle Springs on a route that really showed off the spectacular countryside of the northern end of California's Central Valley. Hewell Houser would have loved it. One mishap did befall us: Ashrat seized a piston, but rode it out like a champ, and while she dusted at the end, she rolled out of it no problem being the MX racer she is. The crash happened on a narrow road, so we started stopping traffic (letting one side go and then the other). One problem: We forgot we were waring Mad Max gear, and that there were tons of us. Upon seeing Brad wearing shoulder pads covered in ten-penny nails walk up to his car, a guy in a Tercel hooked a quick U-turn and punched the gas! Hilarity! Still, it was a true bummer. Ashrat and RJ have been coming up from the LA/Big Bear for several years now, and it was sad to see Janice have to sit out the rest of the ride. We quickly stowed her Vespa in the shop's VW van and kept going. After some more riding, we grabbed a raided a gas station for its ho-hos and headed off on the final leg to Shingle Springs. After the rolling hills, it was great to get into some twisties. |
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