|Talk about diversity!|
I'd been trailing behind and Jerry was just pulling his black Bonneville away from the stop sign onto his route to Myrtle Point when I arrived. I beeped the Vespa's silly little horn and waved at him as I turned west thinking he'd seen me. Not so as it turned out.
Later in the day he sent the following email:
"When I noticed you weren't behind me I went back to the store at Four Corners and asked the two riders if a Red Vespa had gone the other way. They said yes. I wasn't sure if you were just going up for a look around so I went that way for about a mile. When I didn't find you I came back and talked to the two guys. One was riding a Honda NC700 (like Honda World Gary's). He said he thought he'd met and talked to you at the Bandon coffee shop."
Jerry and I ride together frequently and it's not unusual to become separated so he continued back towards Myrtle Point while I meandered on towards Coos Bay.
A couple of miles out of Four Corners the pavement stops and a ten-mile stretch of gravel road begins, one that I'd only experienced by car so this would be interesting to say the least. Two-wheel beasties all seem to exhibit different handling characteristics and I was curious how the Vespa would behave.
|Gravel...mud...slime...what's not to like?|
|Helloooo......No one home?|
|*Pack? herd? gaggle? Not sure how mules are accounted for.|
|Fuzzy buggers, eh?|
Eventually I arrived at a little burg without a name, at least one that I could see. Later I asked Jerry if he knew what it was and although he'd passed through it on a daily basis for years he didn't know either. Being non-incorporated means you're not on the map I guess.
|I took the road to Coos River. The GPS wasn't registering anything. Hmm...|
|Facing the direction I'd just came from I turned left. Later on I tried to enlarge this photo in an attempt to read the name of the volunteer fire dept but it's just too fuzzy. The mystery burg remains a mystery till my next ride through.|
|My kind of mooring....sort of sneak up on the bank and hop off the boat.|
|This says it all, just park your boat in your back yard.|
|Very private digs. I'd love to know the history of this place.|
|If you've never lived on or near water you really can't appreciate the term "flood zone".|
|The red Vespa, wot a sweetie! So easy to ride.|
|Tidewater affects life along the river|
|You can see the bridge crossing over into Coos Bay on the far right...squint a little, eh?|