Backwards
And so Jefferson calls and tells me that I am a wise man. Why, you ask? Because I suggest simply that he turn around. Not that he give up but my feeling is that if one finds himself riding into 30-40 mph winds, one is clearly going the wrong direction. Not in a figurative sense, but in a dead literal sense. Life is too hard already--our days off should be easy, no?
So in Gualala, Jefferson turns around and heads, wind at back, towards Point Reyes again. From there, who knows. Either home to Albany or on to points Steinbeckian. Hemingway wrote lots of bad novels, after all, and while Steinbeck sometimes stepped off into the saccarine, even those novels one wouldn't necessarily call bad. At least not in the way some of Hemingway's books are bad.
On the map #2 is Gualala and #1 is Point Reyes. Jesus that's way farther than the distance between my ice cream and my television. The mind staggers. My legs tire. I need to sit down.
Posted by christian at July 6, 2003 01:57 PM
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Christian, you are indeed a wise man; however wisdom has no part in this trip.
Jefferson: the business.
My friend, 600 miles to anywhere, you owe that to yourself:
You've driven to Davis to ride in triple digit heat.
You've rode countless hours in the east bay hills.
You've cut band practices short due to physical exhaustion.
You've been constantly thinking/ dreaming/ talking of the trip, its planning, & training.
You've lost 25-30 lbs. due to training.
You've been training far to fucking long to wuss out.
I may be wrong, but I sense this is important to you.
Does it suck? Of course, you knew it would before you put your feet into toe-clips. Is it difficult? Of course; that was the point.
Look, you're in the midst of doing it.
So fucking do it.
Complete this trip and the path to greatness unfolds.
You, K, M & I will all have huevos rancheros at Bucks on me when you successfully return.
Good luck and Godspeed my friend,
ron
Posted by: ron at July 7, 2003 10:25 AM
If he didn't keep on getting flat tires he would continue on, but he simply has the wrong equipment. He has run out of tubes. The racing bike can't handle the weight of the trailer. I will be picking him up tomorrow.
Posted by: kristina at July 7, 2003 02:57 PM
Well, it is about the time to put on the "sign" on the front door of your place, Ron : )
Posted by: Mie at July 7, 2003 03:28 PM
