Quick Update

Matt found a RV park in Corona, California which was about 50 miles away and yes it was the desert climate again. But it was also the closest Victory dealership around so it was just meant to be. The RV park was a bit on the older side and actually had trees and some grass which was nice. The dealership was only 5 miles away which meant I only had to drive up I-5 (or as the locals say "the 5", there is no I out here) a couple times in 100 degree weather. The dealership actually masqueraded itself as a pool installer and chopper builder without any sign of Victory since they were dropping that business in a couple of weeks. They did have a great mechanic who was also a motorcycle stunt driver. He stated that he doubted there was anything wrong with the bike as he had seen this bike do 4 foot jumps without any damage. Said it was probably just the throttle positioning sensor which the computer would reset automatically. He took it on a test ride up and down "the five" and said it was ok. Yes I was relieved and over time I hope his words prove true.

Sunday we packed the bus up and headed back to the coast to Huntington Beach(HB) and home to "The Wedge". This place, due to the beach contour ,produces waves like in Hawaii ,otherwise known as sick. With the right wind the waves can be 25-30 feet high and extremely dangerous. I guess people have broken necks or worse died here. Hence the attraction for surfers and skimmers, but only pro's should be in the water.

Well as Tonto was checking out the wedge, I checked out the pacific coast highway on the Victory. I discovered pretty quick that Sunday is not a good time to be on the PCH. I'm not sure why they call it a highway because it resembles more of a parking lot. I eventually got up to Long Beach about 20 miles north and figured that was far enough. I headed back to Huntington Beach, found a parking space close to downtown and gave my clutch hand a rest.

After checking out downtown, Tonto texted me and said I should check out the Wedge, which was about 4 miles south of HB towards Newport. Well I figured 4 miles shouldn't take too long. Wrong. The only place more crowded than HB on a Sunday is Newport. It took over an hour to get to the Wedge, but it was worth it. Their "small" waves are bigger than anything I've seen.

Spent the night at Wally's again and headed back to the beach in the bus this morning. For a Monday this place is pretty crowded, but not as bad as Sunday. Does anybody work in California?

So we survived the cable debacle and are pressing forward on the journey. I was going to blog about the metaphor when the cable breaks in your life but it might have to wait for awhile. Just want to give a shout out and thanks to the Shield in Rock Hill for thinking of us yesterday! I know you all enjoy pictures and as soon as I take some I'll get them posted. In the words of Leonard Knight, "God is Love". God Bless, Art