Day 12: The Best and Worst Ride of My Life
I left LA around 7am this morning and arrived into Monterrey at 8:30 pm. Now it’s 9:15pm and I’m still decompressing. I did 375 miles which isn’t the most I’ve done, but it was along the beautiful Pacific Coast Highway, the most amazing road I’ve ever ridden on. It hugs the shore of the Pacific. From Malibu to Monterrey over 250 miles. To be honest, I’m too tired to write much about the ride. The views were incredible, but the hairpin turns, the 60+ mph winds and driving along the cliff edges was absolutely exhausting.
Over the last 30 miles I pretty much completely lost it. I had started singing the song Lydia, the Tattooed Lady, which is never a good sign. I had begun shouting: “Help me Mr. Wizard I don’t want to be a motorcycle rider anymore!” Then there were even more winds! And a deer crossing sign. I shouted: “Come on deer! Bring it on! I’m ready!” Okay, the next sign I might have imagined but I’m fairly sure it had a picture of pigs crossing the road.
You know what? I’m shattered but I’m whole, happy and still feel thankful and grateful.