As I leave Los Padres, the bike riding is quite difficult. There are hills aplenty, and almost no shoulder on the road. It’s just a perilous death by car on the left and a perilous death by cliff on the right. But at least there are many other bikers to share my time with.
Nowhere along my trip have I met so many bikers as along the Pacific bike route. And I mean nowhere – maybe I met one biker per state. Here, I meet a few a day.
Las night I camped in a state park a few miles south of Lucia, Ca. Joining me were Joel and his brother, a couple of Canadians who were biking from Vancouver to Chile and Vancouver to Louisiana, respectively. There was also Kris, a German who was also biking from Baltimore (the coincidence!), but found it too cold in Appalachia this time of year and took a flight to bike around California and Nevada.
We spent the night chatting about bicycle things (It’s a bike thing, you wouldn’t understand) and playing poker. Even though gambling is a big no-no in Quakerism, I’ve been known to play a game or two with friends. And man, was I good. I’m completely unable to keep a straight face when I have a good hand, so I compensate by smiling and joking the whole time, so every hand looks good.
And I took everything he had. Well, not really. We just played for al the quarters we had on us, so I won his spare laundry money. $2.25. But it’s thrilling.
I’m pleased to see that the stories continue to get posted… Have you completed your trip now?
Hope you are well, and best wishes for the new year! :)
james-henry
— James-Henry Holland · Jan 7, 04:20 AM · #