The Breakfast Club: Sacramento Mile

Saturday, May 19 2018

WWWobble writes:

This ride is all Harry’s fault.

You see, he began raving about Flat Track racing to the group in 2016, and a few of us were willing to go along with him then. Well, it was everything he said it was, more or less, and so this year nine SMBC members signed on. The foolish included Neil, Chris R., Markus, Bryon, Rob, Carl, Alberto, Harry, and WWWobble. Markus joined the ride as far as lunch, at which point he had to return home. We are not sure why, and further interrogation is in order.

I’d like to tell you how we got to lunch, which was in Rio Dell, but I was busy thinking about suspension as we bumped along one Delta Road after another, heading North, East, South, and West in no particular order because apparently we were on islands.

We viewed water and boats, power boats, sail boats, house boats, both floating and mostly sunk which was interesting, but the pictures are in my mind, not on my SD card because Harry didn’t stop. I understand. It’s a RIDE, not a photo safari. One of these days I’ll learn to shoot on the fly as good photographers (like Marco, who wasn’t with us, can do). So, no pix.

Oh yeah, we did stop at Locke. Probably because somebody had to pee. It’s run down, which I understand it’s supposed to be .
And then we got to Rio Dell for lunch at Fosters Big Horn Cafe. Dogs are not allowed inside the place, and it’s a damn good thing – because they might wind up on the wall along with every other species God created. No, I did not see one of our kind of species up there, but I’m not going to complain about how a Left leaning, Greenie, Liberal might take exception to the decor because I’m not really a Leftie or a Greenie no matter what Alberto thinks, and I’m also not going to complain about the meatie oriented food because the hamburger was actually quite good.

So, onto Sacramento, right on up old Hwy 84, closer and closer to Sacto, and our esteemed leader who started this whole mess STILL hasn’t crossed the river, which we have to do, BUT WAIT, he’s turned on a little two lane road which, uh, which is closed. Guarded by a sign and a mean faced Cal Trans guy. I stopped to take a picture (probably below this rant somewhere) because this may or may not be a bootable offense, as in: Leading SMBC sheep to a river with no bridge – while the group left. All of them. And I had NO IDEA which way they went.

All ALONE am I, which way, which way.

OK. No panic. I’m an EXPERT at these things. I turn here to the right go up the road a bit, find a bigger road that ends in “Parkway,” now that sounds promising, I gas it big FJR singing along, smooth pavement, nice sweepers, OH WAIT, there’s the group. HAH. They don’t really know where they are either.

LUCKY: That’s the description. Lucky I found the leader. Lucky the Leader turned on Something Parkway, which led us right into West Sacramento as if he actually planned it that way. No he didn’t, no mater what he says.

And the RACING was fabulous. Harry’s favorite (and therefore the SMBC favorite) AFT Single rider, Shayna Texter managed a 7th in the final, which still advances her overall position, and the Indian Wrecking Crew performed on cue in the AFT Twins final, decimating not only all the Harleys, but the Kawasais and Yamahas as well. The final laps, with Meese and Coolbeth inches apart, and Bryan Smith closing rapidly, MAN, that is just fine racing.

Harry, GREAT RIDE, thanks so much for organizing. Really, a lot of fun with a great group of people.