Fer those with little to no memory, click here "Mike & Tod's Harebrained Adventure" for a refresher on the last ordeal to Key West.
[You'll have to search back to November 2009 to get more than this Day 1 post.]
Now I overheard them discussing it, and I swear they sounded right out of the movie Deliverance....
"Ha there, Tod."
"Ha, Mike."
"Hey Tod. Do ya 'member are bike trip t' Key West?"
"Hey Mike. I shore do. It was terrible. 32 days of hell."
"That's right, Tod, it was terrible."
"Hey Tod. Do ya want to do another one in California?"
"Yeah, Mike, ah'd like to."
"Yeah, Tod, me too."
So last week, our dynamic (or use another word here that starts with D) duo took off for that there Cal-iforn eye aye.
In one o them big ol' metal birds.
They started their adventure in San Francisco.
Swimming pools, movie stars [...for those that remember The Beverly Hillbillies. Although that sounds more like LA. Back to the trip.]It certainly seemed nice, overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
But what's with the sou'westers?
I see....As they biked to the Pigeon Point Lighthouse Hostel, things turned on them.
Howling winds and driving rain with lots of hills greeted them as they set out from San Fran.
Shades of Upstate New York from the last trip.
Made it only 80 clicks the first day. Whew, they were glad that was over.....
4 comments:
Well, at least I know what you'll be doing for the next 30 odd days or so. I hope you've been working up to this, you know, practicing writing witty remarks, Googleing maps and locations, etc. The last trip just about wore you out.
Glad to see our boy Forrest hasn't changed?! Run Forrest, run! Eh, I mean pedal, Forrest, pedal. Thanks, Jimmy Olson for your daily coverage. This is better than reading Leaf articles about next year.
Anybody who has cycled or roller bladed along the California coast knows the wind comes from the south in the morning shifting to the north as the day goes on. At least that's what they told me after I fought the breezes a few too many times. Tell tehm to stop at Turks in Sunset Beach for a margarita.
I think you just did, Dave.
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