ULTIMATE RIDE: A Grand Tour of PASHNIT California
From the Pacific to the Sierra Nevada
The bikes flowed down the hill in a chaotic sporatic manner. It was a deserted place where Speed Triples and Aprilia Tuono's are lined up like downhill skiers at the Olympics, ready to make their runs.
There was swoopin' & hollaring- grins aglow, we were full-fledge committed, an unabridged slalom down the hill where hooligans are born and bred, raised and coddled as if held captive in their own separate country. One day a week, they let them loose and drop them off here. It was a road from a time when there were no rules, no road straightening, and the grader guy never showed up for work.
At the bottom of the hill, it was the grin on his face that told the story. It was one of those smiles that felt as though we were basking in a blue sea of liquid glee.
"How did you find this road", he asked?!