Thursday: I take flight with the road.

Hello friends! It's two days till I leave Los Angeles for a sweet northerly trip.

     I have spent the majority of my day fabricating some sweet new additions to my bike. A Co2 canister, a 12" barrel, and the remaining main parts to a good time. I'm looking forward to tomorrow when I pick up my new travel buddy, a Martin Mini LXME. I will wear it on my back until I get a passenger bar affixed to my rear fender, which I also foresee never happening, but whatever, let's see how I like wearing a small guitar for the first 5 hours to Sonora, CA.

     Tomorrow I pack all my things into littler things, and shove them into new and interesting spaces. I'll pat myself on the back for having fewer things than I thought. It crossed my mind to have a yard sale, but as my life goes, I always find that I want my things somewhere down the line, and so it is particularly hard for me to conceive of ridding my possession of very wanted and needed things. #packrat

I'll miss: my girlfriend, and some dear friends. Note: I'll be back.

Looking forward to: Seeing friends I haven't seen in forever! Spending time with the road. Seeking new sights. The lulling sound of the road. And even the expected and unexpected smells and temperatures I'll encounter.

One trip long overdue. 

Goals: Sonora, San Francisco, Russian River, Arcata, Portland, Sacramento, and some destinations that are tentatively in my head, but can't mention them yet, only until they happen. The aforementioned are a given.

See you on the road.

Ride!

     I need to get out on the road! September is going to be the kickoff of my major 2011 rides. I'm going to head north for the forests and US coastalways, and then shoot inland to ride through and down some new neighboring states. I hope to see some amazing farmland, rivers, mountaintop views, and bring you along in my writings. So stay tuned and I'll see you next month!!! Let's go!!!


     So what have I been doing, you ask? I have been getting some occasional small local riding around Los Angeles and San Diego mostly, but trying to make that bothersome thing called rent. It is quite the drag. It weighs you down. It cuts your wings. Or at least thats how I've been feeling. I'm moving out of my place at the end of this month. Moving my things into storage, and aiming to rediscover some new growth on those ol' clipped wings. Taking care of the necessary which is a holding place for my things, and where the familiarity of the road, a campsite, and a friends couch are once again my home.