|This is also the brand of our bike|
We are now in San Diego!
It’s hard to describe how it feels to be done after 3 months. It’s like, this rhythm, a beat that you develop, that has now been interrupted. I think that for the both of us we feel a little bit lost, and you cant help but feel a little melancholy.
|The studios Mr hills|
|tele mon! made from the wires of a duvell beer top|
Another aspect of the detox is the utter removal of all that is----Media! No radio, papers, t.v., No connection what so ever to what we now consider reality. Reality T.V. Are you kidin me! We live and die by this stuff. Our moods swing according to what the politics of the hour is. Two weeks later. It’s the same old thing, 3 months later it’s still the same old………..Same old,……..Same.!!!!!!!
As that goes, so does the noise. It seems were addicted to the noise. It’s like we use it to distract us from the noise in our heads. But, after not having the distraction, the noise, the noise in your head, it empties out. It becomes quiet. Meditation. Rolling meditation. The road.
Not just us. All the long haul riders that we spoke to seemed to be sharing the same experience. That disconnect to time.
What time is it?? Time to ride. Time to eat. Always time to eat. Time to sleep….A lot!!
|The collage crew and hosts in SLO|
Looking back, for me, the ride was over at San Simeon, the end of the Big Sur section of Highway one. From there north, all the way to Canada, the road and all of it’s towns, maintain a rural character. Because of the geology and the nature of the road it maintains a sense of adventure. But after San Simeon the hills are behind you. That winding, twisting, climbing,---------all that is fun on the one. Is gone. The road becomes flat, straight and easy, and with that; takes on an urban nature. Busier, more lanes. More people. More noise. The one joins the 101 and is no longer all that much fun.
|For Mr. Flynn|
We’re over the campground scene now. Too many professional bums . So we’re riding from cheap motel to cheap motel.
|reflections of the past|
|santa barbera mision|
We decide that riding thru Los Angeles does not appeal to us in the least!!…it’s a madhouse of cars, people, noise that becomes mentally draining just thinking about it!…200 miles of it…..we come to the conclusion that renting a car and getting ourselves to our destination to relax at the beach sounds like a way better plan…..soooo 3 months and 2000 miles later here we are in San Diego!! it’s a sad/sweet ending to our $%^&ing awesome, spectacular, groovy trip! WooooHooooo!! Yeeeeeeeaaaahhhhh!!! Heres to my strong, amazing “captain of the MULE”, husband & best friend
And to the “MULE“ an extraordinary machine, a beast, a rocketship ! And heres to “simple”, “slow” & savoring the moments on a bike…. We would of course highly recommend this trip to everyone who loves to ride! If ever the chance don’t even hesitate…just jump on and go!
San Diego is a favorite place of ours….as we get to visit son Andy and family (wife Misty, grandkids Alicia, Lily and Drew)…and do a little sailing!
|our hosts in ventura. thanks again!|
We like to sail. Like cycling, it’s pure, simple, pleasure. With a little adrenaline thrown in for good measure. This place, Seaforth boat rentals sits at the mouth of Mission bay and they’ll rent you a small boat with out any kind of license. They ask if you know how and when the last time was you sailed. I lie. They give me a test. I probably fail it but they want my money so----We sailed! And once again Terri and I both have shit eat’in grins. She’s a natural. Sailor that is.
Peace out, and Kirk out, And beam me up Scotty, and This does’nt look like Kansas any more. Now does it, and, thank god.
|Grandson Drew and daddy|
|Grand Doughter Lilly|