Been riding my motorcycle quite a bit this weekend–a couple of hundred miles between Saturday and Sunday. God, what an embarassment of riches we have here in Northern California. Saturday consisted of 140 miles, mostly on quiet, beautiful, winding roads…over mountains, across valleys, through forests, by vineyards. Narrow, tight roads; fast, sweeping corners; straight shots through open vistas. Today was more of the same, punctuated by the most gorgeous view of Napa valley on the most gorgeous day imaginable, whilst riding down a gorgeously flowing section of a perfectly-paved road. All this and so much more to be seen within a 50 mile radius of my front door.

How do so many people stand to not live here?