Thursday morning was the beginning of the heat wave. Only 102 in Bakersfield as the high, now seems cool, but at the time was fucking miserable.
Riding solo, I made good time to Ventura where I waited for Digger and the crew from Portland. Met everyone at the local inn-n-out (guess they don't have those things up in Oregon!) and pushed south back into the heat of LA.
A couple detours later, a bar, and a few phone calls, got us hooked up with Ryan and a bunch of dudes that had come from NorCal, Tennessee, Arizona and somewhere else. Oh well, long night.
It was a fucking blast, and good to see everyone again.
Finally can see the Grapevine!
VIP parking at the bar
Mr Grossman's place
Buzz feeling small