Sunday, June 25, 2017
Often the best stories are forged in adversity, and by that measure this is not really a great story. It is, however, a story about good times. Pete had long wanted to gather a group of scooterists to camp out, and this would be his first... and possibly last in California, because he'd just accepted a position in New York.
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Gina had three months to ride around the country, and for her first day I would be seeing her off. How novel, I get to be the sendoff party!
As with so many journeys down the coast, we met at the morning standard, Devil's Teeth Baking Company.
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
Alaska was in my sights, but it wouldn't be ridable for months yet.
On Jan 10, 2017 I landed in San Francisco from Hong Kong, solo again after a whirlwind month traveling with Fred. The weariness of jetlag shared space with the ache of separation, while gale force wind and driving rain rattled the panes of my aunt's home. Of course I'd landed during one of the many storms that season that would eventually collapse Californian spillways and put an end to their five year drought. Normally, I poke fun of what California deems 'weather' but as I hiked to the grocery store, flimsy umbrella held in front of me against a wet, windy protest, I allowed that this was indeed serious. Every few steps a gust snatched the whole thing and flipped it backwards, and as I blinked away raindrops I noticed two spokes were already broken.
What the fuck am I doing here?