Day #6 – Hollister here we come

After our stay in a nice price motel, we wanted to splash out for breakfast. 

There's nothing like a healthy breakfast. 

Thanks to the savory breakfast, we felt ready to check out some backroads.

Somehow we managed to get to Hollister.  

We came to Hollister to trace the roots of motorcycle club
history but all we found were pick up trucks. 

Beautiful trucks. 

All of sudden, this '48 Chevy caught our attention. 

A wonderful, unmolested and solid car. 

In the same road, another nice truck. 

While we stood in amazement in front of that Chevy, its owner
came out of his home and invited us to check out his cars. 

It turned out that Leo, the home owner, was an avid custom builder. He'd
also been to Santa Maria and stored two Mercs in his backyard. 

This split bus kept company with the Mercs. 

Leo gave us the crucial hint so we finally found the birthplace of
motorcycle clubs: Johnny's bar in the city of Hollister. 

Where it all began. 

The bar as it already existed in 1947. 

View from the bar's front door. 

Heading southwards, we couldn't resist checking out Madonna Inn.