
Since there will be many of us there, I figured it would be good to have one place to gather ride/rally reports and pics.
Starting with…
Nine scooters, one MC and twelve riders are in our group riding up from L.A.: Mike from NoHo Scooters is leading on a SYM RV250, Skootz Kabootz on his St. Tropez, two Black Jacks, Vespa GT 200, Vespa GTS 250 (+1 passenger), Vespa LX 150/190 (me), Piaggio MP3 500, Piaggio BV 500 (+1 passenger), Triumph Thruxton 900.
I'm a bit too tired to write up lengthy and eloquent descriptions of the ride. Though this was the less scenic of our two days up, we hit some really beautiful stretches through hilly passes around Ojai and outside Santa Barbara. Hopefully some of the video I shot is salvageable; I mounted the cam to my shoulder bag and had issues with getting it aimed right.
Unfortunately, the day's big incident was a crash on some twisties. One of the Black Jack riders leaned into a curve too far at about 20mph, hit the center stand, and lost the back end. (These were some serious curves; the other Black Jack rider scraped the stand and his pipe.) The rider got up quickly; he suffered a scraped and bloody elbow, scraped up ankle and bruised and road rashed hip. (Gear note: He was wearing just a helmet and gloves. His sneaker got caught under the scoot and was shredded.) The Black Jack had the common scraped headlight bezel and broken brake lever and, worst of all, bent front forks. We were able to load it onto the Love Bus and continue.
Jimmy from NoHo Scooters determines the fork's bent:

Lunch was provided by Genuine dealer Kawasaki of Santa Barbara. Big thanks to Chris Nelson and his crew for the pizza, hospitality, letting us camp out in their shop for an hour and for use of their service bays.
A few other episodes along the way: one out of gas (we have a big jug in the Love Bus); one set of eyeglasses flying off scooter and getting broken by a car; one awkwardly long bathroom break while the rest of us sat around saying, "Hope he's okay."; one Buddy practically sold to a Harley-riding couple from Oregon who approached us at a truck stop.
We ended the night by stumbling into the only bar in San Luis Obispo with The Jam on the jukebox. (That's cool, but did the l'il Mods at a table near us have to play "That's Entertainment" three times?) Turns out the bartender is a local scooterist. This was probably a smarter choice than our other option, karaoke.