Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Harley Davidson Roadtrip

Monday Oktober 11.th:

After getting the last instructions from the Harley dealer, I was ready to ride. Fully equipped with new bought biker boots and a knife, flashlight, ipod and first aid kit attached to my belt, I mounted the Harley Davidson Fatboy -  California here I come.
Last instructions from the Harley dealer.

And it is on!





So I left Phoenix heading to the west, where after about 200 miles the Colorado river crossed my way. If you are wondering, why my hair got so much volume, it´s because in Arizona you don´t have to wear a helmet while driving on a motorcycle ;)


Me at the Colorado river.
After I met some strangers at an old trailer park, I decided to head on for about 80 miles through the stone desert to reach Twentynine Palms. It was an amazing feeling, standing there, in the middle of nowhere about 40 miles in each directions nothing and shouting out loud, because there is no one who´ld hears it. After meditating a bit, I moved on an reached Twentynine Palms.


Me and my bike in the middle of nowhere.

My first motel room in Twentynine Palms


First day and already a bad ass sunburn.
Tuesday October 12.th:





I woke up early, excited to ride the bike further near the west coast. First stop on this day was Palm Springs. The Mecca of plastic surgery in America. At least I thought that, because you can find easily 5 to 6 different plastic surgery clinics in one street.




After leaving this oasis in the desert, I headed towards San Diego, where I had the first glimpse to the Pacific ocean.


Exhausted from the more than 280 miles drive this day, I found a motel in San Diego Downtown. It was small place, dirty and uncomfortable so it fitted perfect to the dirty, unwashed and wild beard growing Harley driver image. I also had to buy my first package of cigarettes in my life. It was necessary, because what kind of a Harley driver would I be, if I wouldn´t smoke Marlboro red.





After I got comfortable in my uncomfortable room, I went out to see the nightlife of San Diego. To tell the whole story, what happened there would be too much, so I tell you guys in person once :)










Scary the European Psychic...
 All in all I had a great night in San Diego and I woke up with a bad hangover the next day...

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