We made it into Ojai, and found a really nice inn. Cleaned up, and decided to squid it down the main street to find some food (read: flip-flops and shorts).
About 1/2 mile away, we found a nice bar and restaurant named Jester. The owner was super cool, and we ended up meeting up with him later.
My favorite 60 seconds of comedy from the trip occurred upon leaving the Jester:
I walk out of the place, and there are a couple of people ogling the monster. A younger girl, helping to set up for the high-school prom after-party, sees me and asks "is this *your* bike?!?"
"Wow, I *really* like your bike"
"I *really* like your bike"
(...so the great thing about being married is that your goal is only to maximize the comedic value at this point....)
"You should go for a ride on the back"
"I should be on the front, I think"
"Here's the key"
"Are you from around here?"
"I could be. Should I be?"
At this point, another dude walk up...
"Hey, is that a *hooligan*?!?"
I start the bike up, with full choke. It's loud. I suppose I'm pretty cool at this point (kidding). I "gear up", which means putting my jacket and helmet on.
"Are you *really* going to ride that in flip flops?!?"
I get on, pull in the clutch, and put it in gear. Stall...
Damn kickstand was down.
I laughed pretty hard after that one....
We went home to park the bikes, and then went and shut down both bars in town...