"They" said it couldn't be done (or shouldn't be done). When I first got my DRZ I had a lot of people that I know poo pooing it and saying that I wouldn't be riding more than a little ways out of Seattle. I've had it a little longer than three months now (first bike/hit 2000 miles personally ridden today) and today was my longest ride to date (previous was about 200 miles). Yesterday I saw that the weather was going to be awesome and with the blessing of my employees, I took the day off and pointed it towards Neah Bay. I hopped on the 7:55 ferry from Seattle to Bainbridge...first time with a bike. Of course I got in the wrong staging area but that was an easy fix and then I was off! When I got to Bainbridge I felt bad for all the people having to head off to work...well, not too bad. Typically when I've gone out there it was with a bunch of friends piled into my car but being by myself this time around definitely had some benifits. It's beautiful out there and I really got to absorb it unlike ever before. Everyone was going the opposite direction so I had an open road infront of me the whole time until about the Hood Canal Bridge and then most of the way after that to Port Angeles...loved it! I made awesome time to Port Angeles which I was hoping for. While the ride there was nice, I was really looking forward to riding down 112. In the past, I'd taken my STi down 112 and it was a blast so I was looking forward to practicing my SR's on something other than the city streets of Seattle. I remembered it being a bit bumpy and dirty but I figured it couldn't be any worse than my daily pothole-ridden commute. I forgot about the logging trucks and poorly resurfaced blind corners though. That slowed down the pace a bit but it was still a good time. By the time I was getting near Clallam Bay, I started realizing the challenge that is fuel management with a stock DRZ gas tank. I considered the Clarke 3.9gal tank when I first got the bike and at that point I was kind of wishing I had picked one. Now I wasn't running out of gas or anything but I prefer not to be surprised by the warning sputter at inopportune times (especially on a twisty road like 112). I timed it perfect though, .4gal left right when I hit the Shell station. This was also a good time to pop my first Alieve because my ass was starting to tingle a bit. Hopped back on the bike and started rolling down the last stretch of 112 before Neah Bay. This is about when I started wishing I brought my backpack w/layers. It was a little brisk but tollerable inland but once I was riding right along the water I was freezing! There wasn't much I could do at that point though so I just pointed it and hopped I wouldn't be a Joecicle by the time I got to Neah Bay. I love that last stretch of 112 before Neah Bay. There are so many awesome views that scream "Look at me!!". I looked once and found myself heading towards a guard rail so I decided to save the looking for another time and just concentrated on my SR's and the logging trucks that were taking the road at break-neck speeds. I swear, some of those guys should be rally racers. None of them were crossing the centerline (at least none that I saw) but they were using the hell out of the shoulder. Got to Neah Bay and treated myself with lunch and a thermal top from the general store. I putted around town for a bit, checked out some of the views I like and then pointed the bike back towards Seattle. Yes, I know this sounds a bit crazy. "So you ride 150 miles to get Fish & Chips, another layer, very little sight seeing and then you head home?!" Let me put it this way, when I first got my STi I got a wild hair at midnight one night to go to Lake Chelan (Manson to be specific) to play one hand of poker and did just that. Yup, I'm a bit broken. So this time around I decided to take the easy way back, 112 to 113 to 101 instead of 112 to 101...this was a good choice. I've never been on 113 or that part of 101 and I really though it was great. It was nice and chill so I got to, yet again, soak in all the natural beauty. Then I hit Lake Crescent...what an awesome piece of road! I took it at a brisk pace until I found myself behind a car and then just took it easy because hey, why ride up someones ass on such a nice day (or ever really). It seemed like everyone knew though that I deserved to be in front of them because without ass-riding, everyone was pulling over in the turn-offs so I could move on by! If it wasn't for me wanting to get home at a decent time I would have turned around, done it west bound and then again east bound. I'm in love with that stretch of 101. The rest of the trip was pretty much the same as the begining of the trip, just a little warmer and my ass was a little sorer (OK, it was really sore...damn stock seat!). I definitely chose wisely taking the day off and choosing the trek I took. Google says it is 315 miles (yeah, the ferry did part of the work but I paid for it so I'm counting it) so today's trip is my new longest haul on the DRZ. I'll now be looking into a new (or modified) seat and a new route for my next day off ride. I'm thinking a trip to Ocean City and then 101 all the way around the Olympics to Bainbridge...we'll see!