Being on an unfamiliar bike is a much bigger issue than I realised, and when combined with bizarro-world driving rules is a lot to take in. However the very soft clutch on the fatboy made LA freeway crawling tolerable. My hand would have fallen off riding my own bike, which has a very stiff clutch.
So thanks very much Justin for swapping bikes with me and Fran, I would be a swearing tense ball of hate today if I was still on that other monstrosity.
Riding into Palm springs as the sun went down was the highlight of day 2. Really amazing after the horror of leaving LA. I have not gained any additional affection for that concrete Hell.
Further additional: EVERYONE IS REALLY NICE!!!!
When we stopped for a break at a hotdog place, a kind of gangsta looking guy came up to us and asked me "where did you get that tattoo?" pointing to my pixel art.. I told him and he broke into a huge grin and pointed out his full Nintendo logo neck tattoo, plus Mario and Transformers tatts nestled in amongst his others. He suggested we go to Comicon.