The injury is healing fine ( though somewhat painfully). I’m taking a week to get to San Francisco and hopefully heal more before biking again. First heading to Bend Oregon for 4 days. But first brunch at Timberline Lodge on Mt. Hood. It’s snowing and my car won’t make it up the hill. I must park and take the bus up.
This has definitely been the micro brewed beer tour. Lagunitas brewery was a must visit for me in Petaluma. I pinched the bus from Bodega Bay to Santa Rosa. I called an old acquaintance (friend?) that I grew up with, in Sunnyvale. I called him so I could come visit his winery. He said he was too sick to see me, yet he wasn’t sick enough to go to work and meet with clients & interact with his coworkers. He mentioned he read my blog when I biked across Europe, yet never posted a message to me? The moral of the story? The rumors I heard 40 years ago were proven to be true. So Fuck You Bob F., I wouldn’t walk across the street to your funeral. Continue reading “1 MILE FROM THE GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE”→