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Today I had to do a business run about an hour south into Los Angeles (from Ventura) and decided to take The Burg since we're having a few days of nice sunshine between rainstorms. On the way back I plotted out as much backroad riding as possible, which in this case included Santa Susanna Pass Rd. Roads are dry, just an occasional small bit of water crossing here and there. So I'm rounding a blind curve (not a hairpin, but not a sweeper either) and lo and behold :shock: a post-rain rockslide has deposited itself in my lane (about 4-5 basketball sized rocks, 5-6 football sized, and numerous softball sized). Fortunately no-one is coming in the other direction so I cross the double yellows into the other lane, narrowly missing the opportunity to functionally test my riding gear (so, does the armor in the shoulders and elbows of my Frank Thomas jacket really help? In truth, the weakest piece of my gear was the just plain jeans I was wearing) and having potential scratchies (along with who knows what else) on the black Burgy
. I pulled a U and drove back around the curve to slow cars down with arm signals, which I did for a few minutes. Then I thought, I could be here all day. So I drove back around the slide, parked the bike, and proceeded to manually roll the little beggars off to the edge of the road (while listening intently for the sound of an automobile rounding the curve). A guy in a pickup came ripping around the corner, swerved into the other lane, then
parked and came back to help me roll the rest of the rocks. I left feeling I had made the world :roll: (well, ok, Santa Susanna Pass Rd.) a safer place.
Lesson and Public Service Announcement: YOU JUST NEVER KNOW what is around the next corner........... Ride Safe.
Lesson and Public Service Announcement: YOU JUST NEVER KNOW what is around the next corner........... Ride Safe.