The TGPCHPCMY2KMR+10, otherwise known as POPCORN, ride quickly reacquainted me with driving on the right side of the road and riding on a motorcycle. As soon as I was dropped off from the airport, having just come back from a summer in Australia, a vacation in Vanuatu, the Trans-Australia Expedition, and a tour of New Zealand, I jumped on my bike and headed to Corvallis to pick up Emily. She was to be my passenger on this epic ride. My bike, The TARDIS, after hibernating for four months in my parents garage, actually started and ran admirably.
Pulling out of the garage, the weather already didn’t look particularly friendly.
This photo is of Emily donning rain gear somewhere near Yamhill, Oregon.
The TARDIS loaded with gear.
The bridge across the Columbia River in Astoria.
Working on mending Emily’s torn rain gear with zip ties.
A bevy of PCs in Port Angeles stopped for coffee.
I love this yellow PC although I’d never turn my white PC any other color.
Fixing a busted mirror on another ’89 PC that took a low side spill in some twisties. The rider was a-okay and not even shaken.
At a burger joint east of Port Angeles. Art from my windshield exchange trip and from the epic Corvallis -> San Francisco -> Corvallis 36 hour trip was there. He’s just to the left of my bike (yes, the only one parked not on the center stand).
One of the Canadian contingent.
In Toledo, close to Mount Saint Helens, we stopped for lunch.
Getting ready to mount The TARDIS (yes, from the proper side…).
At the campground at Bagby Hot Springs with Emily, her boyfriend Brandon (not pictured), and a smudge pot burning things it wasn’t originally designed to burn.
Brandon’s camper.
My tent.
The TARDIS under cover.