I Have Too Many Anniversaries

Labor Day weekend a year ago resulted in this, when after having my bike custom-painted, I drop it on a pile of rocks and scratched up the whole of the right side panels. Obviously, I've since had it repainted, but I won't let that damn road have the last word.

So this Labor Day weekend, it was time to go back.

To ride well, you must eat well.

 I'm thinking of making this a Labor Day weekend tradition, to make the 90-mile trek northward on the freeway towards Healdsburg, and visitng Skaggs Spring Road, and my old friend Rockpile Road.

 

It's not two photos cropped together; the road really does
become a dirt road right in the middle of the corner.

 Last year, I wasn't able to take a photo of the site, so that was part of the reason I wanted to go back. This time around, it was also enlightening to see how far we had to ride over the dirt before I was able to come to a stop, and how amazingly I was able to still steer the bike as the dirt road continued to curve ahead. More miraculously, I'm glad that we did not ride straight through and over the ravine to the left; it would've been a very long way down.

Like with all mistakes you survive, you can only laugh when you revisit it.

And I will continue to have the last laugh for every year that I revisit Rockpile Road.