Last year I went to Ona beach, had a hot dog and a cup of gumbo, a quick visit, and I was back on the road. This year it was a Tamale.
And like last year, there was a threat of rain, and then it actually rained. And like last year, despite the rain, there they were: Rod, Erika and the Cycle Parts team, braving the weather to make this get together happen. Thanks guys!
In early September last year when I was picking my Dakar up from service at the BMW dealer I met a couple from Switzerland (Oliver and Monika) who were traveling through the area. They made good friends in Eugene and decided to make Oregon their home base for rides in the United States. This year, Oliver brought his brother for rides in the area, so I invited them to ride with me to the Ona beach cookout organized by Cycle Parts Triumph.
To get there I took them on my Pacific Ocean counter clock loop. Thirty minutes into the ride and it started raining.
We continued, went on via Philomath, and stopped for a cup of coffee at Deb’s Cafe in Alsea.
Although I usually like better when I ride by myself, it was good to ride with them. They ride a good pace and were pushing me some. Soon we made it to Waldport and went north a few miles to get to Ona beach, where the event was already on the way.
Oliver and Chris got to meet some people who gave them good ideas about places to ride. Starting Monday they would ride south, towards California. After the tamale (there were plenty of other options on the cookout menu, BTW) we got back on the road, going south on Hwy 101.
This time of the year hwy 101 is not so busy. The weather was not great, but at least it had stopped raining. As the weather firms up later in the season this road becomes a procession of slow moving cars and motorhomes. So I was not complaining. We stopped at several points, and on one of them we asked someone to take our picture. She did not quite understand the value of having the bikes be part of the photo. We had a few laughs about our interpretation of what makes a great photo when documenting travel on motorcycle. Thank you Romanian ladies for taking our picture and having a few laughs with us!
We continued south. Wherever you stop, and you take a closer look at the terrain, on escarpments at the edge with the beach, you notice how the Oregon coast is eroding away. Ocean and perhaps rain conspire against it.
We stopped for gas before turning to hwy 126 for the quickest way back to Eugene. Oliver and Chris made friends with a Harley rider at the gas station. And Chris claims he saw and actual black bear on the side of the road. Gas attendant confirms a bear sighting is possible and also warns us about Elk on the way back to Eugene. They can do good damage when hit by a motorcycle, he says. And that is true. The Elk story, I mean, and its potential damage. Now, that black bear story?
From here we took 126 and just continued back to Eugene. In Veneta we took Territorial and a slight detour on Briggs Hill road. I like that short road.
It is always an adventure when I take a motorcycle for a ride. What a beautiful state Oregon is. It is fun even when it rains. Well, not really, I wished it rained less than it does.
Today’s ride was 238 miles long which is 381 km, the same distance from Porto Alegre to Bagé, a trip I made often when I lived in Brazil and just did it again this last time I was there. Oliver and Chris were tired after this ride, after all, they were still jet legged from their trip from Switzerland and this was probably their first long ride of the year. It was great to take the Triumph back for a spin, it was its first long ride of the year as well. The Ducati has been claiming my time since it arrived in my garage.
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