Ken/Kermit had an appointment to get his seat built by Rick Mayer. Since I needed to get some miles on the bike and on my brain, I tagged along.

552 miles, 11.5 hours. We left at a reasonable time (8:30am), and had a rather uneventful slab 154 miles south to our first stop, which was at Rice Hill, just north of Roseburg. We stopped to gas up, eat lunch, and so I could load some new podcasts to my MP3 player.

As we were leaving, I had trouble with my Accessory Super-Secret Hidden Anti-Theft Switch. The bike quickly came to a halt. Thankfully, it's designed to be a plug-in addition to the bike, so it wasn't too much work to dig into the bike to deactivate it. On the road again, though the stop took much longer than the IBA would recommend.

We had three quick stops to make so I could collect some photos for Wikipedia. The only very interesting one was Glendale High School. I'd heard a rumor, and it's true- the school has a pirate ship facade and theme! That was especially fun for Ken, since he goes by "Dread Pirate Kermit".

When we got past the California border and to Yreka, some quick calculations showed that we had time to ride out to my crash site. So that's what we did. Since the roads are so twisty, it took us 2.6 hours to ride 140 miles- it was some hard riding, and we were already tired.

It was interesting to actually see my crash site. I remembered things within 5 miles of the site, so I was pleased to learn that I hadn't lost much of my memory before the accident. As far as the actual corner, I found a handful of items that had come off me or the bike, including my super-expensive eyeglass frames. The wide stripe of oil had been reduced to a long stain on the pavement- not surprising, since it's been two months. There were two scrapes in the pavement, obviously from when the bike exited the road. Finally, I was surprised how late in the corner the accident had been at. Basically it was at the exit point of the corner. I still don't know exactly what happened, but it was still informative to see.

Finally, we rode (in the dark!) over the twisty and hilly Highway 36 and to Anderson for the night.

503 miles, 9.3 hours. Knowing that Ken was going to be at Rick Mayer's all day for the seat, I wanted to take a fun ride. I didn't want to go west (I'd done that already), no great roads were east (except Mount Lassen), so I headed southeast to take Highway 70 up through the Feather River Canyon, which follows the Feather River Route, a railroad line built around 1909.

While I had to slog through 70 miles of slab (I-5, then Highway 99 from Red Bluff through Chico), the route was entertaining. The canyon along Feather River is very pretty.

At the top of the mountains, I turned south to Quincy, then rode back through the mountains on Bucks Lake Road down to Oroville. It was a little on the technical side, but still an interesting ride.

Once I got back to Oroville, I stopped to call Ken. I hadn't taken my helmet off by this point. Ken said he was done and waiting for me. The only problem was that I was 70 miles south of him!

We made a plan to meet at In and Out in Redding, ate some lunch, then headed back towards home. Tamara made us reservations in Grants Pass, so we had a target, arriving there around 6pm.

247 miles, 4.8 hours. The trip home was uneventful, because we were simply riding from Grants Pass to Portland on I-5. It was COLD (only 38 degrees when we started, not much warmer when we got home), but it was nice to only have a short day and to get home.