I had a super time here in America. The bicycle tour from Portland to Death Valley was my super dream bicycle tour. I heard “your living the dream” multiple times from the people I met. I feel lucky, at 62 that I’m healthy and have the motivation to continually seek adventure. I also did the bike tour to reaffirm my choice to move to the EU. No question about it, the EU’s social & economic values are more representative of my values.
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Category: california
BIKING TO DEATH VALLEY AND RELAXING IN LAS VEGAS?
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SALTON SEA-200 ft below sea level to 3000 ft above at JOSHUA TREE
The weather has been as great as advertised. I didn’t ride far, only 34 miles, but it was up ALL day, killed me. Again, maybe 10 cars, and a few trucks, all day.
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TRAIN SLO to SAN DIEGO, ROLLER COASTERS AND FRIENDS
ARLENE AND KIETH
KIETH WAS ONE OF MY FIRST EMPLOYEES OVER 30 YEARS AGO!
The advice from cyclist was to skip riding through Los Angeles, (Hell-A). Then one bike shop owner said riding along Venice Beach was super cool. It was a tough choice, but the train won. I was told the train went along parts of the coast that had no roads. The train reminded me of the train from Barcelona to Colera, right along the beach, good choice.
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BIG! BIG SUR to SLO (San Luis Obispo)
I biked this part of the California coast in 2005? or so? There’s not a lot of sunning type beaches, but the nature is awesome. I made is to Pfeiffer Big Sur State Park and $8 + tax beers.
1 MILE FROM THE GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE
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.
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