A little about me, and why I'm doing this.

I do enjoy sharing the circumstances and events that occur to me on my Road Trips, but mostly...

I want to share what's inside me... my emotions, my intuitions, and my dreams...

With the hope of distracting and encouraging you to think outside the box.

We all need to be distracted and encouraged once in a while, don’t we?

If this distraction also brings enjoyment or entertainment to you… It will make me happy.

I hope you decide you want to get to know me.

I hope you decide you want to get to know me.
I would love to get to know you!
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San Francisco, California, United States
I'm an open minded, honest, fun loving guy, who loves sharing … my insights, my experiences, and my opinions about life... other people … and anything else that jumps into my mind when I’m in (or out of) the saddle. Spirituality-YES. Religion-NO. Sexuality-YES. Politics-NO. Humor-ALWAYS.

THIS IS SHARON

THIS IS SHARON
My Student, My Mentor, My Soulmate.

April 9, 2012

"Sharon's Shake Down Ride"


4/7/12
About the Author
Ned Opdyke nedopdyke@gmail.com

As with all my stories, this one is primarily for me. As I grow older than I ever dreamed I'd be, I've begun to realize that if I don't make an effort to document the important things about me… some of my thoughts… and some of the things that I believe are important about me, that there is a very good chance that after the people that have had the opportunity to get to know me are gone, so will I be.

I always wished I could figure out how to make money off my charm and good looks, but alas… my innate sincerity has always kept me from being able to take advantage of people. As with the empathetic abilities I got from mother, I call it a blessing and a curse. I have always been very grateful to my parents for instilling a foundation of respect in me. I don't always make it obvious, but I really do care about people.

When I was a child, I decided I wanted to be different from everyone else. Something inside me told me that I was special. Most likely it was (and still is) my ego fighting back my human insecurities and self-doubts. Whatever the reason, it is my wish to be remembered. Mostly the good parts of me, but I also want to be remembered for all the different aspects of my personality. The good, the bad, and the ugly, as they say.

This story is written basically as a first draft, and as such, there will be rambling sentences, bad grammar, way too many commas, quotation marks, parenthesis, and past-present-future tenses all jumbled together, into the same paragraph, and sometimes even in the same sentence. I write as I speak… open mouth, insert foot. Usually I don't know what I'm gonna say, until after I hear myself say it.

                                    Copyright: 4/8/12; all writes (and wrongs) reserved

Saturday April 7, 2012

5am - As usual, my eyes cracked open well before the sun peeked itself over the horizon. It doesn’t seem to matter what time I go to sleep the night before, I’m almost always awake and ready to start the day, before most people would even dream of. Or should I say before they would stop dreaming?

I slipped quietly out of bed, not to awaken my sleeping bride next to me, and started my routine. Coffee comes first - my body’s digestive system has become accustomed to this elixir and in order for me to properly and fully eliminate my wastes I have found this to be almost a necessity.

For those of you who are not familiar with my motorcycle adventure stories, I suppose I should tell you now before we go any further… I use Honey (my motorcycle) and our road trips as vehicles for the story, but I tend to wander… around the country we’re riding in, and in the topics that I write about. It’s all part of my master plan, to leave documented evidence in this world, to prove what a character I was. I mean am. And hopefully will be, for a few more years.

So… today’s routine included a few household chores (sweeping and mopping the floors), so I decided to cut my morning visit to the gym down to just the 10 minute soak in the hot tub, and a shower. Usually I’ll ride the stationary bike for 20 minutes and then either do my stretching and rehab exercises (for my knees, lower back, and shoulders) or work out with free weights for another 20 or 30 minutes. This is another daily activity that I’ve found helps tremendously with my aging body’s ability to get through the rest of the day with a few less complaints.

7am – Back from the gym, I disrobed and slipped back into my sleeping wife… I mean back into our bed. I must remember to make my attempts at curtailing my typical brand of humor for Sharon. She is a classy lady, and has made it very clear on several occasions that her preference is that I keep my stories from slipping into the category of bathroom or otherwise off color topics. I, on the other hand, have repeatedly expressed to her that although her wishes are important to me… if she wanted to marry a totally proper and refined gentleman, well… she shouldn’t have married me. So that being said… after an hour of cuddling, I told her it was time for her to rise now.

Sharon had done a few semi-lengthy rides with Honey and I already, but we hadn’t broken the 300-mile mark yet, and I wanted her to spend an entire day in the saddle before we left for our Arizona trip, and potentially found ourselves in the position of having to break the 400-mile (or more) barrier. Needless to say, as with almost every circumstance I’ve experienced with my Precious and Beautiful Wife, she proved herself to be more than worthy and capable on this day.

9am – As Honey was purring in the driveway, and we were gearing up in our leathers, I popped my symbolic ‘morning beer’ and offered Sharon the first sip. This was a big deal for me. Almost always, I start each day with one cold beer (Bud in a can of course), but this was the first time I was going to be sharing it with anyone else. Ever since I began doing these road trips, about 8 eight years ago, my dream had always been to find someone to sit behind me, and enjoy the experience of the open road with me. Thank you Universe, for bringing Sharon and I together.

9:15am – Our initial communion competed… all gear properly stowed and secured… I threw my leg over my mare (Honey, not Sharon), braced my legs, leaned forward slightly, and stuck out my elbows as the sign to my cowgirl, that it was time for her to mount up (on Honey, not me).
“Oh wait Ned, look at this,” I heard, instead of the gentle grasp of her hands on my shoulders. I relaxed my stance, and looked back towards her. She was securing the straps on the saddlebag. I’d forgotten to properly secure it my self. Instead of feeling embarrassed about my mistake, I had a feeling of warmth and gratitude spread throughout my body, that I had a partner with me for the first time, who not only wanted to be here with me to share my love for these road trips, but was a valuable and trustworthy addition to the trip as well.
As we pulled out the driveway, and headed out to face the day, I leaned back and thanked her, and asked her to please help me out each time we were getting ready to leave after a stop, and double check both saddlebags and tail-bag for us. Her response was a like a glorious and beautiful song to my ears. “Oh good, I like to have responsibilities.” What a gal. What…a…gal.

9:30am – Our first stop was just down the highway at the Aptos Post Office. I live in Santa Cruz, but it’s a temporary abode, and I wanted to have an Aptos address. Aptos holds a very special place for me in my heart. It will always be my (second) home. La Selva Beach is my first. After claiming my mail, I took a picture of Sharon on Honey. The very first picture I ever took of Sharon was sitting on Honey outside this post office, and I thought it would make a cute tradition of sorts, to have a series of pictures of her in the same pose. Aint’t she cute? Sharon ain’t bad either is she?


10:30am - Our first stop was for a poddy break. Just so you know… Chular (south of Salinas, north of King City) doesn’t have a gas station nor any other place to urinate legally and for free. I saw a school, so I tugged on Honey’s reins and pointed her in that direction. As we rounded the corner, I saw some firemen working on their truck, and decided to ask them if they could help us. They did. They gave us directions to the back of the firehouse, and on how to get inside.

After we completed our mission, I took us back to the front of the building and pulled up alongside the truck, and stuck out my (freshly washed) hand. “I just wanted to thank you for your help, for what you guys do for all of us, and by the way… it would mean a lot to me, if you and your friends would take a moment, and stand next to my wife so I can take your picture.

They were very amiable and graciously agreed. They asked about our destination for the day, and after finding out we were going to Coalinga (not pronounced Co-a-linga as I had thought, but Ca-linga), they recommended that we stop at Harris Ranch, a well-known steak house. I’d heard about the place, and had always wanted to check it out. Nice guys. And cute too.


11:15am – Just before we left the freeway (Historic El Camino Real, Hwy 101), we stopped for gas. We’d skipped our morning meal, and decided we’d snack on the PB&J’s that I’d packed before we left. I’d thought they would be our lunch, but a nice, thick steak at a world famous steak house was just too tempting to pass up.

This is where Sharon got a taste of what it’s like with me on the road. After gassing up, I asked her where she’d like me to park, so we could eat. I pointed at a curb just next to the gas pump, and she frowned and said, “Can we please get away from the gas station?” I easily agreed, and pulled around the pumps and parked next to the building, where there was a metal picnic table. I’d thought she meant she wanted to get away from the pumps.

As we were eating our sandwiches she looked at me and said, “Next time we stop, can we please make it someplace that’s not so hideous?” I laughed and almost choked on my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. “You think THIS is hideous? You ain’t seen nuthin’ yet!” I thought about taking a picture of the cigarette butts at our feet and the rusty metal table, but decided it wasn’t necessary. When we do find something that is really hideous, I’ll be sure to include a photo for your enjoyment.

1pm – We arrived at Harris Ranch and found a parking place right next to the front door. It was pretty amazing, the parking lot was about 25 acres, and it was almost completely full. I was worried about not having reservations, but when I saw the size of the dining room(s), I figured it would be ok. When the hostess took our name and gave us the little remote notification device that would vibrate, and flash at us when our table was ready, and said, “It will only be about 15 minutes,” I relaxed.  Yeah 15 minutes… right. After about 45 minutes it became obvious to us that most likely, her superior(s) have instructed the hostesses to tell everyone the same thing, no matter what the real wait time is.

The good part was that when we sat down at our table, we told the waiter we didn’t have to look at the menu, we’d already had a chance to decide while we were waiting for our table. Sharon had a chicken salad sandwich… A CHICKEN SALAD SANDWICH?!?! We were at a world famous steak house, and she orders chicken?!?!. That’s my girl… just like me… not typical at all.

I ordered the Big Bull Burger. Two quarter pound patties, two slices of thick cut bacon, two onion rings, two slices of cheddar cheese, and all the condiments you could think of. And fries. The burger was one of the best I’ve ever had in my life. The fries were probably the worst. Just wanted to let you know, in case you go there. Don’t bother with the fries.

3pm - After our obligatory visit to their bakery, and two delicious white chocolate covered oreo cookies with sprinkles, we got back on Honey, and headed back. So far we’d gone 165 miles in about 6 hours. If we were gonna make it home before dark, we were gonna hafta boogie.


Hwy 198 from Coalinga back towards 101 is one of the best riding roads I’ve ever been on. I’d done the route a few times before, and it was one of the reasons I’d decided on taking this ride with Sharon. Just outside of Priest Valley, we stopped at one of the road signs we’d noticed a few hours previously going the other direction. It’s a great sign. Don’tchya think?


4pm – Our gas situation wasn’t ideal, so instead of taking Hwy 25 north towards Hollister, we continued back out to 101. Just as we were ready to jump back on the freeway, we stopped and posed with a couple of caballeros. Honey likes to have her picture taken with her relatives. I pointed out to Sharon when we got home, that if she’d just taken one step to her left, it would’ve framed the picture must better. That gave me an opportunity to learn something about Sharon. If you want her to take a picture, let her take the picture from wherever she wants to stand.

Just a few miles north to King City for the gas, and I remembered that there was a small road that would take us back to Hwy 25. It was getting late in the afternoon, but I much prefer not to backtrack on my road trips, and the minor detour would get us back on the loop route I’d chosen before we left. It was a beautiful decision. I’d never been on the road before, which is something I’m always looking for when I choose the routes for my rides, and… it gave us a chance to see what I decided to call, “Mt. Vulva.” I wouldn’t’ve noticed it, if it weren’t for my lovely classy wife tapping me on the shoulder, and asking me, “What does that look like to you?”


God I love my wife. She is the perfect combination of classy elegance and bar room bitch.
5pm – Our last stop was at the entrance to The Pinnacles. It is the (illegal) resting place of one of my brother’s ashes, and both of my parents’. A quiet moment of respect and reflection for Jon, and Jack & Celia.

7pm – Home safe and sound. 345 miles in just under 10 hours. We’ll have to do a lot better when it comes time for our trip to Arizona, but it was a perfect shake down ride and I hope you enjoyed my story. The End.

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