Robert M. Selzler Personal History
BY GUSTAV RAINER
Robert’s story is testament to the “American Dream”, where an ordinary kid has opportunities to achieve the extraordinary.
Even in America though, success is not an entitlement. There was the basis of exceptional ancestral work ethic and a full lifetime of work, from childhood well into his eighties. In Bob’s large families, paternal and maternal, you ‘got out of bed early every day of the year, sick or well, rain or shine, and got with it’.
Then there was the somewhat extraordinary background of education and experience, wittingly compiled to create unique insights, so to combine the variety of skillsets in preparing the pathway to his dreams.
Present in preparation were innate contributory elements of robust intellect, balanced tenacity and obstinacy, wrapped in fierce independence, all providing a firm self-confidence.
As such, well before he was forty Bob found himself in a position where not only was he able to recognize a looming massive opportunity out of need in his community, but that he was uniquely prepared to execute the prospect while serving that community.
In this, notable among other things of mention, he with his artist/designer wife Dorothy developed and designed the very first three master planned “Street of Dreams” neighborhoods in Yakima County, and so, in eastern Washington state (aka the “State of Lincoln”).
Also in a concurrent first, being the prominent feature of such neighborhoods was the introduction of the nascent design motif of “Northwest Traditional” architecture (reminiscent of steep roofed, classical European styles) into a region that was predominantly of “Ranch Style” designs. Accomplished to the point of developing and applying the first local protective covenants to guarantee a particular architectural style to an entire neighborhood.
Later in this, Bob magnanimously shared his methods and innovations when designers, developers and other professionals came not only from near, but also from all over eastern Washington to tour his developments at “The Farm Country Estates” and “Ravensgate”.
Ultimately, Bob trail-blazed the way to a regional sea change in the symbiotic industries of high-end residential architecture, real estate and project financing. In the process being content he had returned the investment made by the community that had nurtured and educated him, while it enabled him to fulfill his dreams of creating neighborhoods accredited as the most refreshingly beautiful in Yakima.
Known as “Bob” sometimes “Rob”, he was born at St. Elizabeth’s Hospital in Yakima, WA, June 5, 1942. His parents were Mark and Barbara (born Waltman) Selzler. Though his parent’s respective family farms were close to each other on either side of the North/South Dakota line, they did not meet until after migrating to join relatives in the bountiful Yakima Valleys.
In his mid-sixties, Bob finally set out to solve the riddle within information given him in his teens by his paternal aunt Martha: ‘our Selzler family name is as much French as it is Germanic. You will have the education to find out why’. Was it a wish or a commission? The seed was planted… “You don’t know who you are unless you know where you came from”.
By academic study of conventional discipline, so he did find out why, becoming a basic level historian, reading Roman/European history for years from many versions, so gaining deep context as basis for his ancestral research.
Mainly he found, although generally grouped as “Germans from Russia”, his first-generation-born-in-America parents were not ethnic Germans, and so did not speak German. This became a watershed of discovery.
Rather, Bob was proud to discover he was in fact “full blooded” Alsatian, in that both his father’s and mother’s paternal and maternal ancestral lines, by process of endogamy, trace back to Alsace of the late 1700s. This through four generations born in the City of Selz/Selz District, Kutschurgan, (then) southern Russia (near modern-day Odessa, Ukraine).
This was due to a quirk of history, courtesy of Catherine the Great’s Manifesto 1763, which allowed subsequent foreign settlers to Russia special inducements of complete exemption from Russian military and civil service, and the absolute right to retain their culture, religion and language, which in turn created static colonies of homogeneous ethic groups within Russia.
By deep research, anthropologically Alsatians are considered one of the six separate Germanic races. Their language is not a dialect, but rather an officially classified separate Germanic language (such as is Netherlandish, English, Scandinavian, German, and Austro-Bavarian).
So then, not only did Bob’s parents speak the Germanic-Romance Alsatian language, but also due to its evolutionary path through the closed Alsatian colony of Selz in Russia, they spoke the ancient version passed forward from the late 18th century.
The “Selzler” name itself infers validation of its land of origin. “Selz” is the Alsatian word for “salt” in English (salz in German, saltz in French), and the suffix “ler” is a typically Alsatian/Romance version of “er” in other such languages. Which indicates an occupational origin or alternately as being of or from a place (e.g. the ancient river-ferry town of Selz, west bank of the Rhine, some 30-miles north of Strasburg or Selz River country close by).
(If interested, for more details > “Selzler Ancestry Synopsis” Page in this website.)
With this, Bob’s paternal great grandparents were Sabastian and Johanna (born Kramer) Selzler, third generation born and died in Russia; paternal Grandparents Vinzenz and Margaret (born Margaretha Lacher) Selzler, fourth generation born in Russia, immigrated to Emmons county, North Dakota, ca-1898. Maternal grandparents Pius and Christina (born Gefre) Waltman, born in Russia immigrated to South Dakota, ca-1902.
Artist, musician, amateur geologist, historian, moto adventurer extraordinaire, architectural designer, real estate developer, and sometimes “Walking Philosopher”, Bob was a life-long “Yakimaniac”.
Born with how and why on his lips, he was insatiably curious. For the most part, he taught himself primary reading and math before entering first grade. A wiry, athletic kid blessed with lighting reflexes, fueled by adrenalin, anything sketchy, fast or up high was and remains his enduring motivations.
The young years were spent between his north Yakima neighborhoods and the Waltman fruit ranch on Myer-Estes road. His mother was oldest of twelve siblings, making her youngest, “Ray”, just two years older than Bob, and Harvey and Jerry just a few years older, Bob’s uncle/brothers.
A short run up N. 6th Ave leads to the Yakima Trolley and the main rail line trestles that cross the Naches River as it finishes running right along the base of Selah Ridge. Many Huck Finn adventures were had in cottonwood groves and sandy beaches along the south shore (now mostly buried under the Freeway).
Laying an ear to the top of a steel rail to check for the rumble of oncoming trains made the years of trestle crossing an adventure in itself. All was survived… a couple of times, just barely!
Once on the north side of the River, many exciting trails led up to “Lookout Point” on top of the Ridge. Turning 360 degrees there, the view of the cities and surrounding valleys, Mt Adams and the Cascade Crest, stunned the senses, and was a favorite place of spiritual refuge for a boy.
A self-declared “Desert Rat” by age nine, Bob found the aroma of wet sagebrush after a spring rain or in a cool wet autumn intoxicating. When starting to explore far out into the desert he had to go alone, out of his young friends’ fear of rattlesnakes. With some basic study and “walking the Indian Way”, he only ever saw three in a lifetime of roaming the deserts of central Washington.
Discovering Kittitas Springs and its large oasis, isolated near the top of a desert ridge, and other such anomalies, sent Bob on a quest of how and why, and to a life-long interest in amateur geology. He developed a theory for the cause of those springs and others, and of why isolated green trees grew randomly out of dry ridge tops.
With time and study, not only did he know at a young age why the Yakima River is only one of five in the world that perpendicularly runs through a series of high ridges, he also calculated how long the process took the ridges to rise to their elevations. He knew why Naches Heights has such a different and strange landscape, and why it is one of only a very few places in North America made up of andesite. He studied the Missoula Ice Age Floods, Channeled Scablands, Grand Coulee creation, Ice Age Lake Lewis, and not only why there are ancient “strandlines” on the west-side ridge in Selah Gap, but why they bow upwards towards the center of the ridge.
All this and more was gained with a firm understanding of inferential conclusion and from digging information out of those old things called books. His young classmates thought his theories crazy. However, who would consult with those geniuses anyway? Lesson learned… “Never argue with a pig, It only serves to wastes your time and irritates the pig!”
Eventually though, he would be content in this, when older he read of much more detailed professional studies, by the young genius geologists at CWU, which confirmed his ideas.
Bob “apprenticed” in farming with his young uncles at the Waltman ranch from a very early age. Beside mostly apples, there were blocks of soft fruit that ripened sequentially, creating a long and varied harvest season. This along with an old-time complement of farm animals and gardens made for a mostly self-sufficient operation, and diverse experience in farming.
Bob was driving tractors and farm trucks as soon as he could reach the pedals, and besides the common job of picking fruit, he became in charge of the tractor-trailer swamp-out crew and loading the trucks headed to market.
At age fourteen, his uncle/brother Ray took him to drive truck in the Walla Walla pea harvest. His mother cried the day they left.
He enjoyed driving the cooler 6 to 6 night shift out of the old Milton-Freewater cannery, trucking endless loads of vines from fields to the pea viners. Hard dangerous work, but each trip exhilarating!
Not allowed to drive the last portion in his first season, in his second Bob stayed for the infamous “Blue Mountain Run”. The last fields to ripen, high up the side of The Blues, the side slopes are dauntingly steep requiring skill and nerve. When Bob told his mother he was not going for a third season because he would be involved in music, there were tears of relief. (Not all the drivers made it back home!)
Bob was a natural entrepreneur, commonly known as “a go-getter”. At age eight, in his first businesses he “hired” the neighborhood kids to help harvest the wild asparagus growing along the many irrigation canals and in the orchards near home, which he processed and sold door–to-door. Other door-to-door enterprises followed: wild hollyhock seeds in custom made packages; wild cactus starts in paper cups. “Spudnuts” had him traveling to other towns as far away as Ellensburg and the Lower Valley, exciting for an eleven-year-old. In addition, building a couple of bummer paper routes to almost twice their original customer base; and always farm work in the mix. By age thirteen his savings paid for most of his annual school supplies and clothes.
During high school, he took the traditional school break to work the fall apple harvest. With his experience, he was a high-volume picker, making about a third of his annual income. By then he provided all to own his cars, a particular favorite being a ‘53 Olds 98 convertible with factory flipper hubcaps, ideal for cruising “The Ave” on warm summer nights.
In later years, Bob realized how fortunate he had been to attend St. Paul elementary (his Waltman uncles just few grades ahead). Besides the three R’s the good Sisters taught how-to-learn, with students able find their own degree of knowledge independently, more like that of a college-level program. This served Bob’s self-reliant nature well, setting a life-long pattern of learning the useful core of a subject while filtering how much of the curriculum was necessary.
In the 7th and 8th grades at St. Paul, Bob was one of two ‘official’ class artists. This and his natural talent lead him to study the science of color formulation, composition, perspective and the effect of geometric shapes on the senses.
At Yakima/A.C. Davis High, he continued to study art while focused on four years of drafting classes, of course naturally merging the two disciplines.
At eighteen, Bob had a life-determining decision to make. While helping manage eighty acres of peaches during the summer season, impressed by his abilities and experience the rancher referred Bob to a neighboring farmer for the position of full-time manager of a 120-acre apple orchard, with company pickup, on-site housing, buildings and equipment included.
At this point, Bob had already taken and completed his first residential building contract, had a strong early interest in land sales and real estate apraisal, and would soon buy his first property. Though not knowing exactly where it would lead, Bob left farming behind (however, his knowledge in Ag would always be invaluable in doing business in Yakima). In coming years, he achieved a four-year/8000-hour industrial arts degree from YVC. Later he would separately study real estate sciences and real estate law at YVC.
While in his third year at YVC, by excelling in class, Bob was elected to represent three Central Washington counties in the annual statewide trade contest, a two-day affair held that year in Spokane. Fatefully, he met one of the judges of the contest, Mr. Emmett Nelson, Senior Partner in Nelson-Lydig Construction.
Later, when working on one of Mr. Nelsons projects in Yakima, Bob reacquainted himself when Mr. Nelson was making a routine site tour. A week later Bob was appointed as a junior member of project management, eventually acquiring three years training in construction management of large commercial/industrial projects, measured in the tens of thousands of square feet, and some measured by the acre.
This would put Bob years ahead in career, and would give access to methods, technology and design work not attainable except by such internship. During this time, Bob studied construction/business management, construction and business law, art and science of negotiation, on-site civil, structural and production engineering, while continuing with years of previous study of architectural design.
Eventually Bob and his young wife Dorothy quit the traveling life and settled down in Yakima. At age twenty-eight Bob was one of the youngest commercial/Industrial project managers in Washington. Solely supervising such projects as demolition of previous and construction of the new Sunnyside Safeway super market, project covering an entire city block; Wapato Key Bank and Skone tilt-up warehouse, managing both at the same time, a block away from each other. And, serving on the management team of super-large school projects around the Valleys.
At age thirty-one, Bob started “Robt. M. Selzler Design and Construction”, a commercial/industrial concern, for the most part contracting to become the design/construction arm of Yakima production businesses.
(During this time, out of special circumstances, Bob took the design/construction project of the “Chambers Residence”, 7000 block of Lincoln Ave. This was Yakima’s first high-end, true “Berm-style”, energy conserving residence, in a unique classic European architectural theme.)
Though he loved the professionalism, order and technology of commercial/industrial, his artist/designer wife Dorothy knew his artist heart and talked him into taking her to the first “Seattle Street of Dreams” home shows. Expecting an ordinary home show, he was impressed by the new “Northwest Traditional” style homes, display of the latest landscaping, interiors/furnishings and in-home theater designs; all master-planned on one semi-private or gated street. He immediately recognized that creating such properties by the acre, with commercial specifications, was the same in scope and significance as his previous work, but also with the opportunity to practice architectural art.
With Bob’s varied background, he realized this would satisfy another of his desires by enabling him to contribute something back to his community. Such works provide a special level of residential properties needed to attract and retain people of professional abilities that are a vital component of a community’s ability to thrive.
Eventually Bob and Dorothy owned a farm parcel at 5 N. 76th Ave, in the path of the West Valley Sewer Plan. After visiting the Seattle shows and then two years of design studies and feasibility surveys, rather than developing the usual street of ticky-tacky, they decided to risk it all and develop Yakima’s very first “Street of Dreams”, named “The Farm County Estates”, at their private cul-de-sac “Farm Country Court”.
Not as simple as it might sound, Bob first had to devise a “code” to reconcile higher conditions available in the Puget Sound market with the much more conservative market place of the agricultural east side of the state. In this, he devised a business plan to market properties diverse to the then conventional designs of the Yakima community. He negotiated innovative financing processes; trail blazed many administrative matters with County Planning; pioneered nascent environmental concerns, adapted the first hammerhead cul-de-sac in the region (conservation of open lands/normal ground water retention), and much more.
Finally though, with Dorothy’s interior design and crafting help, sales were remarkable. Each property sold before its completion. The last buyer entered their property in the annual ‘Yakima Home Show’. Other owners, proud of their unique neighborhood, independently opened their homes at the same time, and so created the phenomenon of a “Street of Dreams Show within a Home Show”.
This leveraged Bob and Dorothy to their 10-acre super-development called Ravensgate, in the 6800 – 7000 block of Scenic Drive along with the private cul-de-sac of Ravens Gate Way. Over the next 18-years, besides the properties created for sale, they would live here in three different personal properties of his designs while completing Ravensgate: “The Granville Blanc”, 6901 Scenic Drive; “The Classic”, 6910 Ravens Gate Way; “The Vindage”, 6821 Ravens Gate Way.
“The Vindage” is an architectural metaphor of an Alsatian/Rhineland winery and was a salute to the burgeoning wine industry of the Yakima Valleys. “The Vindage” was, and remains, an extraordinary residential design in Central Washington.
(In 7th grade, Bob developed a writing code that was never decrypted. In one of the many unique features of The Vindage, he designed within the brickwork on front of the house a “love note” to his wife Dorothy that only they knew.)
In the design of his neighborhoods, Bob employed a “secret-in-plain-sight” method. Each building design was analyzed painstakingly to be as an element of composition within a painting – the color scheme, geometric shapes of each element to be highly harmonious with each other, while presenting a separate version of the “Northwest Traditional” motif; ultimately to create the experience of driving by or into a living work of art.
To implement this technically, Bob would remain in the position of ACO (Architectural Control Officer) of each development for as long as he owned a property there. In this capacity, he was expert in function and protocol by his extensive background.
Here he would leave a special aspect of his legacy. Bob met the challenges of the ACO position, and left the good people who had trusted in him with an extra, perpetual layer of protection of their properties.
It came time for Bob and Dorothy to semi-retire, and this led to another of their dreams. Frequent travelers to the Southwest, they had come to love the organic elegance of modern Southwest Architecture. In this, Bob managed to buy the 15-acre desert parcel on Pioneer Way surrounded by lush green orchards, and overlooking the beautiful Cowiche Valley, with Clemens Mountain in the distance. This would be a “gift” to Dorothy, as many times she had come to this favorite place to set up her easel to paint the scenes of the changing seasons.
Here, he designed for her the “Golden West”, a modified desert style home, complete with motifs of fish, ravens and quail incorporated into the exterior design. This along with “zeroscape/xeriscape” landscaping allowed them a relatively maintenance-free home where they could focus on retirement projects, or could leave worry free for weeks at a time.
They lived here many tranquil years before Dorothy became chronically ill with GBS. In the subsequent
15-years, Bob quit working altogether to become Dorothy’s primary caregiver and person/legal advocate, and until she passed in 2019.
At age 19, Bob was a top ice/roller skater. He met his first wife at the iconic roller rink in Union Gap. They were married later and had a son, (Eric) Dean Selzler. Unfortunately, the marriage was a case of too young too soon, and in the chaos of divorce, his beloved 2-year old son was lost to him for many years.
In a storybook turn of events, when Dean, in his early twenties, was leaving a grocery store in a distant town he recognized his father’s surname on the nametag of the grocery checker – one of Bobs cousins. Eventually, with help of the cousins there and others in Yakima, father and son were reunited. In time, Dean legally changed his and his family’s name from his “mis-assigned” name back to Selzler. They have all managed to enjoy a close family relationship for decades, with Bob commuting there to support his son, daughter-in-law and grandchildren.
In 1966, Bob met his beautiful soulmate, Dorothy Marie Dupre, when she was working for her grandparents, Dave and Dorothy Warfield, managers of the iconic Chinook Hotel Tower complex. Bob and Dorothy were married in 1968 and were loving husband and wife for fifty-one years, until her passing in 2019.
Bob’s life-long love of two-wheelers started when his dad bought him a $5-fixer bicycle. Together they restored it like new. Bob was seven, the bike a 28-incher. His mom said ‘it’s too big for him’. His dad said ‘he’ll grow into it’. So it was, “Nutbuster” became Bob’s magic carpet ride to explore everywhere; and, when he did grow in to it, to commute out to the Waltman ranch.
In this time, he and his boyhood friends would find the longest downhill roads around, ride or push to the top and coast down at joyous speeds. One such ride was about a mile of Summitview from Fortieth down to 16th Ave. This is how he discovered Linden Way, with its beautiful street of classic European homes from an earlier design era. Unknowingly this would become a founding inspiration for creating his own extraordinary neighborhoods.
After bicycles there were “motors”: a Harley Willey G; a Harley Sporty (sold because ‘that thing’s going to kill me’); and a Harley (Aermacchi) Sprint-H, converted into a “duelsport” (road-legal all-terrain bike) long before there was such a classification.
Bob had his first bad get-off at age twenty-one, which almost cost him a leg. ‘You’re not going to amputate; I’ll be buried with this leg’. He got lucky, but with a life-long limp. Of course he got back in the saddle if only out of tradition, but soon put love of the sport aside out of duty as provider for his young family, and continued this when such commitments expanded and until after all the young ones depending on him were educated and on their way.
He reentered riding at age forty-nine, ironically because the earlier leg injury was now limiting his ability to get around the acres of his development projects. This worked well by use of a Zuma all-terrain and led to some trail riding after work. As he knew, he would come back afterwards clear-minded, refreshed and recreated, ready to finish his typical 14 to 16 hour work day with office work, and filled with epiphanic ideas and solutions.
As Bob entered semi-retirement, this led to larger XT, DR and GS “duel sport” motor bikes and riding with the mantra: ‘Life begins where the pavement ends’. He knew the “Greyrock Trail” well and every two track and game trail for a hundred miles around and many beyond. He could calmly be sitting in a deer or elk herd within 40-minutes of home. They had come to know and trust him.
He engineered, and with a young nephew and cousin, built all the major trails from the south down into Cowiche Canyon (the basis of today’s bicycle trails), and two hidden trails up the north side. In a minor feat of engineering, he built the eco-responsible “Rock Slide Trail”, that allows ordinary moto access off of Louie Way Gap down into Rimrock Basin, connecting to Long Lake. (This trail is still visible on G-Maps.)
The ’92 Suzuki V-Strom 1000 was the advent of the mainstream “Adventure Bike” era. Bob bought the second of the first two sales in Washington State, and as he became older with this ‘92 and then a ’94 he transitioned to sport-touring (long-distance road riding on sport bikes… No potato-potato 😉
For many years Bob was into moto-camping. He designed his own ultra-lite tent/luggage pack from mountain climbing gear and organized placement and location of every item onboard with Excel lists. Later as a retirement side-biz, with his technical and market knowledge of bikes, he would search and buy bikes online, fly in and ride them back home.
Eventually this got him his “dream bikes”. From an early age he had yearned for a Beamer with the boxer motor. His negotiating skills got him his last two bikes, both BMW R1200RTs – the ultimate luxury sport-touring rig. “Black Beauty” was the last: slightly used, only 1200-mile on the clock, color matched factory side cases and top box, right- out-of-the-create condition, almost half price!
His last ride was at age seventy-two. As he was commuting over White Pass to visit family, he caught the edge of a large rock at one of the slide areas. The front tire blew and he and Black Beauty went rag-dolling at 60-mph. The guardrail kept them from doing the 1000-ft plunge thing and, except for stress fractures of the shoulder, ATGATT kept injuries to a minimum. The bike was totaled.
Once again, he decided to put riding aside, this time out of consideration of his duties as caregiver for his wife.
Bob was content with this aspect of his life. Except for ice and snow, he rode year round (with heated gear), also using a bike as a commuter to places all over the PNW. In this, he had come to be known as “an animal”, a term of respect among riders, as he had logged upwards of 400,000 miles in the saddle.
Bob was a founding member of “The Crystals”, an R&R/R&B band. He filled the singer/lead guitar spot, with his band mates from A. C. Davis High. During their junior and senior years, they became a successful Yakima band. They played such venues as private parties, “American Bandstand” style shows at Women’s Century Club, ’61 A. C. Davis Talent Show, Ellensburg Bulldogs Club and CWSC (CWU) campus.
While finding a name for this band, Bob, and drummer Jimmy (aka “A Member of the Band”), came up with “The Yakimaniacs”. However, they were advised that this probably would be a little too controversial (for those times). The word did become part of the local jargon though.
One of Bob’s memories of note from this time: He and some mates from his band and others were standing at the foot of the stage (a custom of the time) the night “Gene Vincent and The Blue Caps” played the big dance at the Yakima Armory. A young, over-enthusiastic guitar protégé had managed to sit in for a song or two, when Vincent stopped the band mid-song. He motioned until the whole place was dead silent! Then calmly through his mic, he said to the kid: ‘Now I know you want to show us all what you can do, but the music business is like a pretty woman, you have to treat her with some respect… Son, I’d appreciate it if you’d turn your amp down so I can hear the rest of the band’.
In coming years, the kid would become a world famous jazz guitarist out of Yakima. This was the same night iconic R&R guitarist Jerry Merritt (Jerry Merritt and The Crowns) sat in for most of the gig. He would leave Yakima to continue the tour with Gene Vincent’s band.
In his late twenties, Bob was lead guitar for “The Bare Facts”, a popular nightclub band. They stayed together for most of six years, playing as many as three nights a week in the hot spots around “The Valleys”; and until his mid-thirties when he quit the nightlife cold to concentrate on his business. At the same time, he quit cigarettes for the rest of his life, and except for a rare, icy Corona on a hot day, quit alcohol forever.
With his first band, then as a freelance player through most of his twenties and The Bare Facts, Bob was part of the Yakima music scene as a song writer/singer/guitarist for some twenty years.
In his late sixties, Bob found “Pacific Northwest Bands”, a website where regional musicians can post up their band(s) online. With his knowledge of electronic operation and coding, Bob produced and posted several web pages, linking up his bands’ pages and then producing pages for other Yakima musicians and bands.
Bob used to joke with his band mates that this work would be their electronic headstone!
If further interested:
Visit: pnwbands.com Scroll down to“What Some Said About PNW Bands”. The second post down was made by Bob (Rob), and is the second original such post to the site.
Visit: pnwband.com/crystalsYakima.html There are links to other pages from here, etc.
Some of Bob’s Favorites:
Designers: Frank Lloyd Wright; John W. Maloney (Larson Building and St Paul Cathedral, Yakima); Ron Cameron (Office bldg., 222 N 3rd St., Yakima. Yakima Federal Bank bldg., Prosser, WA.).
Guitarists: Don Felder; Joe Satriani.
Guitar Duel-Solos (Headphones worthy):
Don Felder & Joe Walsh, ending of Hotel California
https://tinyurl.com/2mesdarz (Starts at 4:20 minutes)
Darwin Conort & Toby Ruckert, Foxes and Fossils cover of California Dreaming
https://youtu.be/NO6pdJQhrUI?si=msvUy-aGDwES9Fb2 (Starts at 1:20 minutes)
Moto Roads: California Coast Hwy 1, Leggett to Golden Gate Overlook; Old Blewett Pass Hwy, Washington; Old Winchester Grade, Idaho; Nacimiento-Fergusson Rd, the twisty grade just off Cal Hwy 1, near Big Sur.
Photos:
Bob’s ’53 Olds 98 Ragtop
“Black Beauty”, Bob’s Beamer R1200RT, at the famous
Rock Store on Mulholland Hwy, during an epic 3600mi
moto-tour of twisties to San Diego and Las Vegas at age 70yo
Bob at Age 81