Sam and I rode motorcycles from SF down Highway 1 through Big Sur to Paso Robles this weekend. Rebecca and Sam’s wife drove the gear truck down to meet us for the weekend. It was an unreal experience. It had been a while since I rode a big bike and we did some really technical riding along Skyline Blvd, so I spent a lot of the first day being freaked out. But once we settled in, it was the ride of a lifetime.  More photos here. 

Sam’s brother is a hot shot winemaker, so we got the family treatment and spit-on-the-floor barrel-tasting experience in Paso. It’s a nice way to travel if you have the in. 

Next up: San Diego to Cabo. Life is good, folks.