Good Afternoon!!!! 52F @ 1:45PM. Sunshine and clouds mixed. High 52F. Winds WSW at 5 to 10 mph.
Sorry to hear about your knee, Ted, and hope you get some good news at the doctor's office today. Being in the medical industry probably makes being a patient even more difficult, huh?
Hope your meds are making a difference Ed. And that mom is doing well at rehab.
Also hope it was good news in NY, Rip. Safe travels on your way back to us.
Knock it off, Drew. You're making us look bad, just like RS. :laughing:
Nice building, Randy. I bet you'll have some fun getting it set up just right. And once you're done, a nice sense of accomplishment and relief.
Good to hear everyone's coping well with the snow. Hard to believe February's almost done, and soon we'll see if March comes in like a lion or a lamb.
Coming in off Daylight Pass into Death Valley
Just a few of the riders and bikes at the Rendezvous

Typical old bikes. The owner of the red one said he bought it that way. It's almost 40 years old and looks like new!
"Interesting ride down to Death Valley over the weekend. No storms or snow in the Sierra, so took CA 70 up over the pass to Reno. Before I even reached Quincy, it was 20F, enough, apparently to cause a viscous damper in the steering on the motorcycle to get very stiff. I found this out trying to make a left hand sweeper, taking more effort to initiate and to catch the over correction. I faintly remember removing one from a previous version of this same motorcycle, and have plans soon to remove this one, too. Saw 15F rolling through Portola, and it remained in the 20s through most of northern Nevada. Just north of Walker Lake on NV 95, the car in front of me started throwing up what looked like water spray. The oncoming lane was dry. After a few minutes we caught up to a tanker truck with a spray bar, saturaturating the road with something. At the next gas stop I learned it was salt by tasting it. The faring kept it off me, but the bike looked like it just went through a Detroit winter. Nice BBQ brisket lunch in Tonopah, finally warmed into the 30s just north of Goldfield. The downhill grade and tailwind considered to put me over what the local troopers considered a prudent speed, and one rewarded my 85 in a 70 with a $75 commemorative certificate, but gave me a break with no points or interstate sharing. Our little secret, as long as I dig the thing out of my wallet in time to pay it. Things continued to warm, finally climbing back into the low 70s at our Furnace Creek campground. A buddy had saved me a sheltered spot in the Tamarisk trees that kept some of the sun off, but was still within earshot of all the night time lumberjacks and their chainsaw noses. :laughing: Over the next couple days I enjoyed scrumptious food and many different craft beers with about a hundred fifty of my closest friends, along with more sunshine and gentle winds. Then Saturday afternoon a ranger let us know to expect 50 mph winds the next morning, and by 8 AM there were only a couple dozen of us left. A few of us went sightseeing for a bit, enjoyed a tasty lunch at the temporary restaurant (they'd bulldozed all of the facilities at Furnace Creek Ranch in preparation for more modern versions now under construction), and headed back to camp for another afternoon of barley therapy and bench racing. Still no high winds, so we snacked on kitchen leftovers (no catered dinner as the cooks also split), and lit another nice campfire as the sun set. The winds did finally pick up to the point where a campfire wasn't a good idea, which was pointed out to us by the campground fire safety man (even said as much on his t-shirt). By midnight the wind was really howling, shaking the tent and roaring through the trees. The air was full of alkali dust, making it hard to breathe at times, and I was awakened several times by the noise of things tipping over and banging around. Fortunately the winds eased a bit at sunrise, and the ride out of the valley wasn't too hazardous. The roads north either had chain controls or high wind warnings, so another buddy and I planned a southerly route to CA 395, then south to CA 178 and up and over Walker Pass. We did get a dose or two of snow flurries up an over the pass, but nothing that stuck or even wet the road. The ride north from Bakersfield was the usual mind numbing CA 99 experience, cut short a little bit by a shortcut or two shared by my partner. Spent President's Day night with my vintner friend in Plymouth, reviewing his progress on his motorcycle repairs and comparing notes on life. He's a great cook with a good scotch and wine collection, so the day ended very comfortably.
We dawdled over a long breakfast yesterday, then lunch, and I elected to take back roads home to finish out the day. CA 49 through the Gold Country was mostly empty, but I should have taken a back road instead of CA 70, as it was congested with commuters by the time I got on it again. Still managed to get home before sunset, got a fire going in the stove (it was only 58F in the house), and watched a little of the Olympics while I enjoyed a nice hot bowl of chicken and rice soup for dinner. Not much energy today, a good thing 'cause it took most of it to catch up with all your shenanigans. :laughing: