We slept in, ate breakfast and spent way too much time installing Lori's new swingarm bag to get in any miles in. Fortunately our poor planning and lack of self control provided an excuse to stay at the Wigwam Motel in San Bernardino. On motorcycles...back to your garage Bondorella.
|Bondorella being shiny (Bonus Picture)|
|An Asian-Mexican fusion breakfast|
|Vintage Bultaco windbreaker that fits!|
|Private dance party at Honey's in Glendora.|
|Gasoline Girls Berdoo?|
We added just about 30 miles to the ride but managed to kill a few hours and arrived just before sunset.
|Kumar and his Wigwams.|
|This is weird and it happens a little after I get gas on all my bikes.|
Sunday morning we took Route 66 East then North on the 215 up the Cajon Pass and back down the remaining Route 66 section.
|Lori's vintage Buco pants (from Yellow Devil Gear Exchange) look great|
with my Dad's old jacket.
|I think this train came from Winslow.|
|We stopped to read a monument but someone stole it!|
|Hangin' over scary cliff.|
|Big ol' succulent and proper succulent suit at an abandoned building on Route 66.|
|This place would make a good motorcycle shop.|