Six County Ride.

There used to be a time, when the RRs would be for a six state ride. Now, as lame as it maybe, all I have time for is just some pictures from a six county ride (Sacramento, Placer, Nevada, Yuba, Butte, Plumas) for me - and led by a home grown Hooligan, and a Brit ( I think, I didn't confirm), who happens to work in the same building as I - but whom I had not met in person till this day.

Not much to say, not because there wasn't much said. There was plenty said on the intercoms,  all in good fun, I might even have offended Jeff, but because I don't have much time to do this write-up.

Just some pics and a line here and there. HotRodZilla would like this RR.

All the pictures happened on the return trip. Riding out was more a speed blur for me than anything, chasing the two fast bikes. It's no wonder that ever since I have started riding with Doug, my gas mileage and tire mileage has gone way down - and I now wear out the sides of the tires before I wear out the middle..

This was the turn-around point at Belden, besides the Feather River.

...and by the Belden power-house.

We retraced our steps, and returned to the town of Cherokee, where I had wanted to stop and read this plaque. Cherokee used to be a diamond mine here in the heart of Gold Country.  They used hydraulic mining to wash away entire hill-sides looking for a sparkling rock, but of a different kind. This plaque is encased in some of the rocks which washed away from the hill-sides. If you look closer, you would notice a wide variety of them.

Looked for Pocahontas, but couldn't find her..

Saw signs for this covered bridge, so had to go find it. Would have been a good picture - but for Doug insisting his ugly mug be in it...

That's all. Didn't check the final mileage for the day, but we rode rough back roads all day long - and were quite tuckered out in the end. The ride back home was a bit of a drag - and I was tired... but made it home safely!

See ya'll later!