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Road hospitality: pay it forward
If you’ve kept up with my blog, you know that on the first day of my bike trip I stayed at a campsite north of Vancouver where I met Jenny, mother in the fearless biking family of four. Jenny gave me lots of cycling tips, one of which was to connect with cyclists and hosts […]
Kansas City, Missouri
So here is my last bike-on-location pic. On August 28 the amtrak train from L.A. arrived at Union Station in Kansas City. And as one last hurrah I loaded up my bike and road 15 miles to my parents’ house. If you’re from Kansas City, you know this place–it’s Foo’s Fabulous Frozen Custard in Brookside. […]
So today is your first day…
At sunset beach, a campsite about ten miles south of Santa Cruz, I met Eddie and Eric. We went through the typical cyclist introductory questions: Where are you from? Where did you start? Where are you going? Eddie and Eric were college students from the Bay Area. They were biking to L.A. The night I […]
“I always wanted to live in California because I loved skateboarding.”
(Quote: Demetri Martin) There is an intersection in Venice, California where, once in every light rotation, all of the stop lights turn red and all of the walk signs turn white. For a moment, cyclists, skateboarders, and surfboard-toting pedestrians flood the intersection. Tourists run to the middle of the street for a picture. Cars are […]
Seen and heard near Los Angeles, California
Heard: (from inside a car trying to parallel park) “Reverse until you’re halfway into the space then cut it.” “Man I gotta get outta this car. You guys are making me seasick or some shit.” Seen: a guy talking on his phone while riding his bike and crashing into the curb.
“You’ll go down this big hill and you’ll be in SoCal.”
A fellow cyclist, who was traveling north, advised us that we were coming upon SoCal: “you” go down this big hill and you’ll be in SoCal.” As we rode south his words made sense. After riding the inland roads for over a day, we went downhill for 2.5 miles and came upon the coast again […]
Tread lightly, for others before you trod lightly here
Maybe I’m being a little excessive with the word magic–the San Juan’s are magic, the Redwoods are magic. I almost wrote a post about how SF is magic, but I thought, no, that’s too much magic. Pretty soon you guys are gonna stop taking me seriously. But the look of those first big sur hills […]
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