I'm getting a bit ahead of myself, but this is an interesting photo that illustrates my point.  Kids, playing on the beach, in jackets and hats.  I took this at a stop along route 1 headed back south.  In fact, the only reason I stopped was to warm up.  Yes Mildred, it may not rain in California but it does get cold.

It just never occurred to me that there is anyplace in the country that cold in the middle of June.  Well ok, up in the snowcapped mountains and Alaska, but not down by the beaches in California.  I later did some research and found out that Half Moon Bay, near the intersection of 92 and 1, has an average yearly temperature in the 50's.  That's not a year round average.  That's the average each month.  So, basically it's fall all year round.

By the way, in Half Moon Bay is one of the most amazing roads I didn't take a picture of.  There's a section of road there that winds down out of the cliffs to sea level.  When you're at the top you can see the majority of the road down below you; large graceful turns, hugging the rocky cliff.  What makes it so dramatic is how large an altitude drop it is for the distance.

 Riding down 1 from Half Moon Bay, it wasn't long after I stopped at this beach that I realized if I went any further down route 1 I would very quickly become hypothermic.  Not only was it cold but it was semi foggy, and the moist air was just cutting through my clothes.  So, taking the car rental agents advice sounded like a really good idea at this point. 

I looked at my map, and realized that I had passed up Tunilas Creak Road, one of the few roads that cuts back inland. So, I back tracked and said goodbye to the coastline. 

Tunilas Creak Road turned out to be a very nice stretch (not to mention a lot warmer).  In some places it was no more than one lane of barely paved road.  Before it started snaking it's way back up into the hills, it went through a small town, some farms, and in general through some more nice scenery.

Tunilas brought me back up to route 35, half way between 92 and 84, so I just took 35 back the way I came, and the rest is history.

Of course, the one thing I did miss was that drive down route 1 to Santa Cruz, but I did get consolation in that we went up that route the next day on our way to the air port in San Francisco.  So, I didn't miss anything, but driving it in a car is just not the same.  Overall that whole area is one I would highly recommend to an Motorcycle enthusiast.