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 […]
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“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 […]
An encounter near Half Moon Bay
Stranger: (face of happy surprise) Where did you start? Me: Vancouver? ( I always answer this question with doubt because I don’t know if people are asking where I started my trip or where I started that day.) Stranger: VANCOUVER! Damn. How long you been ridin’? Me: Five or six weeks, I can’t really remember. […]
We are all crazy
About a week ago I called my parents from a campsite in Oregon. It was the first time I called them since I started biking in Vancouver. I told them about the Kiwi who was cycling from northern Canada to Argentina. I told them about the family of four–mom, dad, and six and nine year […]
Anne Foster 