Palmdale to San diego
Trip Start Jul 28, 2009
12Trip End Aug 17, 2009
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Woke up and asked Jeff how many miles to ride today. His reply was the same as it had been every day, "about 150". Up to this point, he had never calculated accurately and we had normally covered 150 miles before lunchtime. Still, I was optimistic that today he may be right!
Breakfast was included with our hotel so we started the day with a hearty meal. Set off, riding in fairly hot temperatures again. We planned to have lunch at Temecula which turned out to be an unbelievable town that reminded me of the 'Wild West' movies. We stopped at a well-known bikers burger restaurant/ bar called Mad Madelines on the way. Greg was intending to end his journey here to stay with his aunt Cheryl (who lives in Temecula) but decided to continue to the Mexican border in San Diego with the rest of us.
As we approached the Mexican border, I discovered that I had taken the lead and was quickly approaching the last exit for the USA. The others were behind and it was decision time- do I exit here or cross the border into Mexico? Another question crossed my mind- would the others follow or would I end up stranded in Mexico for the rest of my life?
One emergency stop later, I decided to take the USA exit- probably the best decision as Angie had my passport and was several miles away. However, we enjoyed the viewpoint across the border, more photo opportunities. We temporarily parted company with Greg as he headed back to Temecula for an evening with the girls, his aunt and some slot machines.
Upon reaching San Diego, Jeff and I became separated from Roger who had the sat nav which meant that Jeff and I were screwed. Thank god that Jeff had his laptop as a few stops on the roadside and a few rather unusual looks meant that we managed to meet up with Roger at the hotel. So much for the 150 miles Jeff! It felt more like 300 again!
Gagging for a beer, we found a local bar. Two pitchers of beer later we had definitely chilled! We then taxied into the old ‘gas lamp’ district which is a must to visit if you are in San Diego. Full of bars and restaurants, it is a real thriving place. One Mexican meal, a few more beers and another ‘Hard Rock’ t-shirt for Jeff (God knows how many he has now!) left us feeling knackered and ready for bed. Didn’t realise how tiring riding can be.