I80 to San Francisco

Well, this was it. Once I made to Petaluma a long anticipated bucket list item would be checked off the list. My first, and most assuredly last cross-country motorcycle trip would be coming to a conclusion.

It was with a bit of anxious anticipation that I checked into the Petaluma KOA for a look at the trusty Lazy Daze that had spent almost a year out west in storage. After almost a year in storage, I was quite pleased when she started right up, and with squeaky brakes let me take to the campsite where I would be camping a few days getting the rig ready before I could take the Subaru Forester, (which also had been stored at the KOA for almost a year), down to the city.

As anticipated, there was a lot of little items that needed to be maintained before I could go and pick up Lolo. Lolo had been spending some “quality time” at Andrew’s apartment and I would bring her back to the KOA for the final leg of both our first solo vacations.

I went down to the city and joined Lolo and she amazed me with her new found knowledge of the local neighborhoods. She also gave me a museum tour of both the de Young Museum and the Legion of Honor. It was good to get back to some culture after spending 3 weeks crossing the mid-west.

We closed out the day dining with Andrew and Celeste at the Mandalay Burmese Cuisine and drove back to Petaluma to sleep in the motorhome.

I’m not sure if I had adequately provisioned the rig for her arrival though. As she said in her narrative, the rig was a bit disorganized and that “there were only 6 items in the refrigerator, and each of them was a beer.”

We spent our first night together in 3 weeks and had a better appreciation of the benefits of married life.

We then continued the adventure with a trip in the Lazy Daze to the Eastern Sierra, and Death Valley, but I will let Lolo pick up that part of the narrative at San Francisco