I had a conversation with “Sam” at Starbucks. He said that he had wanted to bike from Wyoming to California when younger, and in fact, knew others who did long tours. “What’s stopping you now?” was my response. I gave him a card.
The route to San Luis Obispo (SLO) was much more civilized, passing through large towns like Atascadero, and smaller ones like Santa Margarita. No problems with water or food. I probably didn’t need to have the gallon container filled, but the extra weight was good training, I suppose.
The downhill, which I later learned was the Cuesta Grade, demanded full concentration. I was only going 40 MPH (found out later from cyclometer max speed statistic), but that was by dragging my rear brake and sitting tall for wind resistance. My sunglasses were on – heaven forbid a bug should hit me in the eye. Also, at that speed, the reaction time is just a fraction of a second. I had to look far ahead on the road for obstacles, which fortunately, were few. A truck had cast off a tire tread squarely in the shoulder, and I had to make a decision whether to slip between it and the guard rail on the right, or risk getting very close to traffic on the left. I went by one of those “Speed Limit 65, Your Speed” signs, and it said 82…83…35…82…81 (the 35 was me). I tried not to think about it, but if I blew out a tire, it would have been bad. If my tent or sleeping bag slipped off, it would have been bad. I see now the Providence in having these things break early in the trip.
I finally reached my friend Linda Stimson’s house at about 4 pm. It was Monday, but she was already home. Linda is a kindred spirit in many ways, with the added trait of Hospitality. Her son Connor was there, too.
After dinner, we spent a little more time visiting in the sitting area. I could have chatted all night, but Linda runs every morning at 6 am, and it was good for me to get rest, too.
How much clothes did you pack? In the picture with Linda you are wearing long pants. I thought you didn’t have this kind of clothes because you wore bike clothes to church.
I have the pants you see, and one $2 button shirt from Goodwill, just in case a church somewhere finds it disrespectful to have a T-shirt on. Having grown up in Hawaii, and United Church of Christ in particular, where whosoever is welcome, this kind of thinking might be unfamiliar. I’ve heard that Southern culture is different, but will see.
I had a bit of culture shock the first time I went to church here in CA. Back in IL, I wore a dress (yes, me, a dress!) when I went to church. I was absolutely shocked to find people wearing shorts and flip flops to church. (That was a Methodist Church. (At the Methodist Church back in IL, nobody dressed like that!) I have also attended services at a Calvary Chapel Church, and many (not all) people attending there dress casually, too.)
Nice photos, Rod. You’re halfway to LA. Was that Thai Palace? I was there last month.
Hi, Bill. Actually, the place was called Thai Classic Restaurant. LA still seems distant, not to mention San Diego. Slow pace, I’ll get there. I’m actually stopped at a town called Orcutt for lunch. Updating through wi-fi at the public library.