Ferns are unfurling and spring plants in bloom. I hate to admit it but I would rather be at home with Kim and the dog working in the garden. I haven't put the Vespa away for the season though but I do hear more competing voices in my head this time of year. Getting up early always allows for a quick ride to some breakfast destination.
My friend Paul hadn't come outside to play yet when I arrived at his house. His Harley-Davidson Fatboy was still under wraps. Didn't take long to fire it up and make a decision to head north to the Sunset West Restaurant for breakfast. As any experienced rider knows there are two routes to any destination; the route you take when you are driving and the route you take when you are riding. They are not equal in time or distance.
This morning's route took us along Spring Creek and through Fisherman's Paradise. Nice place to stop and look around but with an empty stomach and waiting garden we rode on to Sunset West.
While waiting for breakfast to arrive Paul was showing off a new cell phone that he got from Europe. I was trying to remember to make an elegant portrait of the food presented much in the same manner that Gary Charpentier does on Rush Hour Rambling.
The results seem to indicate a lack of respect for food on my part. I eat first and ponder what happened later. Or never. I'll keep after the food portraits.
After breakfast Paul was headed to the local Harley dealer while I was making a beeline home. Like a bee I had to buzz around for a few more pictures stopping to admire the open road and yet another lone tree along a ridge.
Now I am ready to get to work.