I fixed my seat, which loosened on the bumpy road then, taking a few pictures, we are ready to roll down the last of Coleman Valley Rd. "Is Bodega Head OK?" I coast down a while, Hideaki passes me and I drop the bike in 3rd or 4th gear... easing the clutch as an engine brake until the engine go going. Bumps continue down the curves.
At the bottom, it is Pacific Coast Highway, Hwy 1, turning left, heading south the stretch of coast towards Bodega Bay is a vast view of the coastline waves crashing white and with Pacific force, the current coming from the north, Alaska and is cold.
After the initial smooth coastal curves, we are in the town of Bodega Bay but suddenly we turn right off the highway and come down to sea level, pass some sea food restaurants, and it happened that a van would hold us up a little... then it turned left to park, at which point Hideaki passed in a particular way that made me realize he has a "Gachinko" streak to him. Which is to say that when he flung off the hold up he is saying in a sense, "what the fuck"... in a practical sort of way.
I fill in the gap and follow up momentum, proper.
In the morning, I wore my leather jacket, but changed to my cotton jacket it is a little cold down by the ocean. Hideaki is wearing his leather jacket and pants.