That was my only plan. Solo. Inspiring, recharging my batteries and getting to see parts of the coast I haven't seen in years, if ever. Ran into Ryan and a handful of other familiar faces at Digger Darren's in Oakland. Max lead the way for a beautiful night ride from Oakland to the city over the bay bridge. The next day I headed west and north. Sheared all of the rivets on my rear sprocket and Max and his friends grabbed a spare drum in Oakland and saved the day. Drinking root beer floats and fixing broken knuckleheads. Spent some time on highway 1, drank with the locals, and slept under the stars. Made some repairs to the bike, killed some time in Inverness, and headed home the long way.