Message: 1
   Date: Mon, 15 Sep 2003 22:19:50 -0500
   From: Rick Corwine <rickcorwn@msn.com>
Subject: The PC Popeel Pocket Fisherman Does the PCH Ride

I cast my line into the sea. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz sploosh

on 9/1/03 1:08 PM, Leland C. Sheppard at lcshepp@directcon.net wrote:

> Hi there tortured person and good story teller...
> 
> Rick Corwine wrote:
> 

>> 
>> Your doing this on purpose aren't you!? Your just taunting me trying to make
>> me feel as bad as humanly possible about not being able to make it to the
>> +3.

> 
> Yes!

I troll around a bit.

>> The Yahoo reminders aren't enough, nooooo, now you need to add your
>> smarmy little pre ride tales.

> 
> Yes, yes!

I present the bait to the lunkhead, er I mean lunker.

>> Then to add insult to injury you need to tell
>> me all about this little Deals Gap of the west you've found and this great
>> little lunch spot.

> 
> Yes, yes, yes!!!!

He takes the bait!!

>> 
>> WELL STOP IT!!!! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!!!!

> 
> Oh, OK.

I set the hook.

>> 
>> (deep breaths) mumble, mumble. Where are my meds, I can't find my meds.

> 
> Better find 'em.  Quick...

Oh, oh the drag is set too light there he goes  zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

>> 
>> See you in Eureka............ someday  

> 
> I certainly hope so!

I reel in my prized catch of the day as Ralph McComb and I walk through the
door of the Samoa Cookhouse much to the surprise of the lunkhead, er, I mean
Lunker Sheppard.

If you haven't figured it out by now Ralph and I made a surprise visit to
the PCH ride this past week. We even got a surprise, Brian Soloway aka E
Buzz was there to surprise Lunkhead, er, I mean Leland also. As usual a good
time was had by all doing all the usual stuff, riding great roads, gauking
at great scenery and hanging out with great PCers. I had to leave the group
on thursday, I only had a week to get there do the ride and get home.

It was worth it though, all the miles and the sore muscles, the achy knees
and the big rigs trying to squash me on the interstate. They were all at
once wash away when we came out of the forest and onto the coast after that
first section of Highway 1 south of Leggett. This 22 mile piece of the PCH
is really one of the finest roads on the planet. It's like eating a T-bone
steak. It's all good but there's that little piece on one side of the bone,
the medallion, that's even better. Those 22 miles are all through the
forest, ducking and dodging through the redwoods and smaller pine trees.
Skirting along the rock walls and the underbrush. Then all at once you burst
out into the sunlight and your there, your on the Pacific Coast.

Right there is a small gravel pull out and we slowly roll to a stop. Once
everyone has their helmets off the grins tell the story. We all just stand
around laughing and joking as we soak in the scenery and the sea air while
the waves crash into the rocks below us. This is classic PCH scenery.
There's a rock wall behind us, then the road, a small shoulder, a guard rail
then a 50 foot drop to the ocean. Off to the right is another rock wall
soaring above us. The shoreline is peppered with rocks from the size of your
fist to the size of your house.  The PCH goes about 1/4 mile off to our left
and then disappears to the left around the corner of the rock wall. Off the
right side is nothing but air, oh, and the ocean. Perfect.

Yep, worth every mile.


A motorcycle can't sing on the streets of a city.

Rick Corwine
Chanhassen, MN
1995 PC800 "Raven"