[In November our Endras Motorrad Sales Advisor, Adam Hancock, took off on a 12,000 kilometer journey through the United States. Adam has decided to chronicle his journey exclusively for Powershift.]
This morning I awoke to the sound of waves crashing against rocks found at the bottom of the cliff, only footsteps away from the door to my tent. As the sun began to light up the Santa Lucia Mountains, my eyes followed the crashing waves out to the distant horizon where the ocean met the sky. Even though I was on the coast of California, in this moment it felt as though I was on the edge of the earth. A truly surreal experience.
Back in the saddle, I was in search of the next fuel stop and sit down local restaurant for breakfast. Lucky for me, only 20 kilometers down the highway was the Whale Watcher Café along with a fuel stop right next to it. The restaurant was nicely decorated with coastal décor, had a beautiful view of the Pacific Ocean, and served the best blueberry pancakes I have ever tasted.
The rest of the day I continued south along the Pacific Coast Highway #1, riding alongside the ocean, enjoying the breath taking scenery and twisty coastal roads. Ragged Point, San Simeon Bay, Cayucos, Morro Bay, Pismo Beach, Santa Maria, and Santa Barbara were some of the places I visited today before reaching the Malibu State Park where I would setup camp for the night.
After setting up camp and unpacking my motorcycle, I decided to start a campfire and relax with a cold Corona and some snacks I had picked up before entering the campground. It wasn’t too long before the temperature began to get cooler so I sat my drink and bag of Funyuns down on the picnic table while I retrieved a hoodie from my tent. Stepping back out of my tent, I saw the glimmering eyes of a raccoon. He and I were equal distance away from the picnic table. My Funyuns!!! Our eyes met and in a split second we both knew the race was on. I sprinted the best I could, but was no match for the quick and fancy footwork of the raccoon. I watched as he ran off into the night with my bag of Funyuns. Shuffling back to the campfire defeated, I enjoyed my drink and watched the flames dance as the campfire fire slowly went out. Another perfect day of riding.