Angie and I were leaving our room to go get breakfast and I happened to look out the window and saw another motorcycle. The rider was putting on his vest and ear plugs, etc. I was just about to turn away when a small poodle poked its head out from around the back of the bike. Now there was no side car like the one we’d seen yesterday (boxer wearing goggles). So we stayed to watch the scene unfold. The rider put on what appeared to be a baby carrier, but after he fiddled with it a bit turned out to be a backpack worn backwards. After making some more adjustments he scooped up the dog and placed it into the backpack. Now you may be thinking this couldn’t get any weirder, but it does. He then proceeds to put goggles on the dog. Perhaps the dog enjoys this…
We rode north along US Route 101 for the majority of the day. We’d taken this route a while back when we went on a weekend trip. Not a whole lot had changed — except for the temperature. When we rode it last we would have been lucky if it was in the 50’s. This time it was into the 70’s and perfect.
Along the way back towards Renton we needed to take I5. Either the GPS wanted one last crazy attack, or I have the routing preferences really screwed up. It wanted to route us off of the “main” I5 route, into a set of merging lanes, and then back out into the main stream of traffic. We’d experienced this once before, and I was skeptical. It was a good thing that I looked ahead, because merging back in would have been rough to say the least for both of us and sticking together we the amount of traffic already on the road.
I’m not sure if I’ve posted this here yet or not, but my bike likes to eat oil. It used to really go through oil when I first bought it, and its thirst has been slowly quenched as it has become older. I was surprised that with all of the miles it had yet to put up the warning light for low oil during the trip. Well, it did. Only a few miles from home the light went on. Not a big thing you may think, but the light came on during 6% uphill climb on a buys street. Pulled off and topped it up with the quart of oil I carry for just these circumstances, so it wasn’t a big deal in the long run. It was more as if the bike didn’t want to head home.