When my then-fiance suggested that we take a motorcycle trip up the Pacific Coast Highway, I wasn’t necessarily into it. I’d lived in LA for a few years, a time that I personally don’t look back on fondly (a story for another day), and had driven up to Ventura a bunch of times. I felt like I’d seen enough of the road and the region; I’d checked it off my list and didn’t need to go back to California. And quite frankly, I thought it all was a bit overrated--a road a little too traveled.
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