9/18 - Bone and skull exhibit

Caught up with Lisa and Eric today, for Nightlife at the Academy. Way back in the planning process for this trip, I met them in Boston while they were on their worldwide tour. It's so great to see them again in the Bay Area! Check out her writing in the anthology, The Places We've Been: Field Reports from Travelers Under 35, or her blog, satsumabug.com.

It was Feline night, but too crowded to see the live cats so Kevin and I went to the Planetarium. It was my favorite destination for elementary school field trips, but I haven't been to a planetarium in over 20 years. They've really upped the ante.

9/17 - The roar

Is adjusting back to stationary life really necessary?

9/16 - Still feel like a bandit

Split all the lanes!

Met up with Peter, a friend from middle school in Beijing. He just moved to Japantown in San Jose, and has a Triumph, bwahaha.

9/15 - Inflight to Hayes Valley

Thank you to the fantastic folks at Vespa SF today! They hooked me up with a new front tire (switching to Power Pure, hopefully will reduce wobble) and a rental GTS 300 while I waited. I followed Pete to lunch, and I swear he was airborne going over those hills. I wish I could have captured his fantastic bowtie in this drawing.

9/14 - Less than ninja

Encouraging to remember that if my cousin lets the rope slip, I'd land on his head.

I met a number of rock climbers on the road, often heading to some awesome climbing destination I had no idea about before. It reignited an interest in me, and I've been looking forward to finding a regular-ish place for when I'm stationary-ish. Maybe one day I'll revisit Red River Gorge and the Bighorn National Forest... and pack my topcase with rope and harnesses and stuff (for climbing, pervs).

Anyone want to climb with me in San Jose? Must have a tolerance for swearing.

9/13 - It's Saturday!

This Saturday feels like a Saturday.

Days of the weeks are mostly meaningless on the road.

9/12 - Thanks, benevolent overlords

Gettin' fat, stuffing my pockets with Google bounty. Chicken and waffles food truck for lunch.

Stats: Where Do I Stay?

I love charts.

An often asked questions has been: Where do you stay? Since I've now crossed the four month mark and am staying put for a while, here's a pie chart.

9/11 - Lane splitting!!

93 miles.

If I were a cat, my tail would be puffed out super huge the first moment I pulled in between the lanes. After a while though, the freeway became one huge, moving obstacle course and it was super fun!

9/10 - It's been so long...

I think I forgot how to kungfu.

9/9 - Costco, horrify and amaze

Every summer growing up, my family would return to the US for appointments with our doctors, dentists, optometrists, and our annual trip to Costco. We carried an empty suitcase for the expressed purpose, and our stay with family in the Bay Area wasn't complete without buying in bulk from Costco things not available in Beijing (less so for Hong Kong). For me, Costco has always been synonymous with California.

But all the oversized foods still look comically indulgent to me.

9/8 - Homeowner returns

I had sort of settled into Kevin's place before he even got home. Yay, family!

Sturgis for Sturgis, Who Knew?! Aug 1-5, 2014.

Trying something new with the maps.

My plan was to head west through South Dakota, rather than its northern counterpart. I wanted to ride around the Badlands and see Mt Rushmore, that sort of thing. Come to find out, I'd be passing through right around Sturgis. The motorcycle rally. One of the largest in the world. The one with the reputation. That one. In such a situation, what else was there to do but embrace it in all its tasseled, black-leathered, eagle-spangled glory?

9/7 - Tourists one more day

111 miles.

Giraffe's flight was bumped, so I rode into San Francisco to get touristy. The hills are intimidating. There were motorcycle parking spots on some of them, but the bikes perched in those spots seemed to defy gravity.

Hello, San Jose!

Apologies for the lapse in posting. I've just arrived in San Jose, almost exactly four months after setting off from Providence. I'll be here or around here working, catching up on drawings and blog posts, and hanging out with friends and my cousin in the coming weeks. Please say hi if you're in the area, and keep an eye out for all the catch up posts - I'm working on it!

9/6 - To the West

227 miles.

All this time, and I still feel a little nervous before riding anywhere. Giraffe and I picked up my scoot and he followed me to Stockton before parting ways. For what it's worth, it kind of sucks to literally ride into the sunset. It's very hard to see.

9/5 - Mesquite Dunes in Moonlight

Other activities included a stop by Badwater Basin (120 F), and poking around ghost towns Rhyolite and Ballarat. If it had been another time of year, I would have preferred to take the scooter. But for right now, AC in the car is totally alright.

Also, I can't listen to Welcome to Night Vale in my helmet, which seems like appropriate listening for Death Valley.

9/4 - No Bugs At All

I'm used to being devoured by insects when doing anything camping related out in the open, but tonight was so still Tim and I fell asleep with the van open. It's nice and cool at altitude. My shampoo bottle popped from air pressure.

Lots of scenery today, including a family of bears at the General Sherman tree that just didn't give a shit.

9/3 - Natural Playground

For this leg of the journey, I've joined up with Tim (the Giraffe). Sadly, I opted to leave the scooter at his friend's home - the front end wobble is tiring me out, it's first on the list of things to look at once I reach the Bay Area. For now though, I'm taking a break in the rental Dodge Caravan. Car camping time, for a change!

9/2 - My helmet smells like...BBQ?

161 miles.

I think it was from smoke from the campfire in Leggett, but I couldn't tell the day before because everything smelled like smoke. Or it could be that it felt like I was about to burst into flames, like any of the dry shrubbery I rode through on the way to Nevada.

Why the beeline to Gardnerville? A Giraffe from Providence was waiting for me there at his best friend's place!

9/1 - Riding Buddy for a Day

239 miles.

I struck up a conversation with Joel from the campground in Leggett, and it turns out we're going the same way at least part of the time. California Route 1 is absolutely breathtaking.

Somewhere before Woodland, CA I hit the highest temperature I've seen on my dash: 42 C (~108 F). I was exhausted by the time I rolled into Hong Kong and seester's friends Patty and Will's home. A shower, heaps of Chinese food with their family, and playing with their cats helped.