I met Shane tonight at the Eastbound Grill in Lakeside. And now I’m sitting in his lazy boy chair, writing this. I also plan on sleeping in this chair. Shane is kind and wanted to help. With not a single hotel or campground in town, he invited me in. There’s a storm coming.
To get here I pedaled 32.66 miles. It’s uphill most of the way. Once I leave the beach, and after climbing through these mountains, I’ll roll out through the desert. Water will be scarce.
I started at the end of the Ocean Beach Pier. My Facebook pal, (we have lots of mutual friend in Oregon) Emily had offered to pick me up from Theresa’s and drop me there. Both of these ladies were so kind, helping me get down the road.
When I pulled into Theresa’s driveway on Thursday afternoon, I did a quick calculation, and then I sold my car for $500 bucks. A deal. All it took was a quick add on craigslist and an hour later it was in Tijuana. And now I have some extra cheddar in my pocket. The man who bought it, paid me what I asked for it.
I was going to leave it at my Aunt’s place, but I just didn’t see my old clunker out in front of her house polluting her driveway for months. And I’d have to come back for it. Anyways, I’ll miss the Tin Tank. It was a great ride. So now I’m really committed to a bicycle.
On the pier this morning, in the cafe, a man walked in with a ukulele, behind him, a friend from Texas. I have one with me too. A ukulele. My instrument is riding in Shoeless Jo’s wagon. I borrowed the mans uke and sang “if you’re happy and you know it clap your hands” for those in the restaurant, and everyone did!
In the early afternoon, I stopped and chatted with a woman near the Mission Trails Park. She mentioned how I was able to cut through the park, avoiding the hill ahead on the busier highway. Iside the park, Indian history.
After rolling a few miles through the park, I intersected with the highway again, and turned right. It was a long climb to the top of this hill. The ocean breeze was in my face. Jo was running beside me. Two other cyclist blew by me, passing me as If I was standing still. I was going three miles per hour. It’s a heavy load.
At the top of the hill, Jo and I paused for a drink, the wind was chill and clouds were rolling in. As I blasted down the other side, I felt so excited to be coasting. Fast, fun! It was my first long downhill, maybe 2 miles.
As I neared the bottom, I read a sign. It was the entrance to the Mission Trails Park. What the? Then I realized that I had made a wrong turn, a complete loop, arriving back to the place where I was an hour earlier. So I turned it around, retracing, adding an extra six or seven bonus miles to my day.
Once over the hill, in town, I stopped at the Eastbound Grill in Lakeside, where I met Shane, whose lazy boy I’m sitting in right now, writing this. The end.
There’s a storm rolling in.