tres mas amigos, tres mas...

In a similar vein of last weeks post, I have decided to post once a week till I split, with photographs to tell most of the story, cause lets face it, if I get into the very minutiae details, the stuff that goes through my busy head, and the shifts I take on the daily you will either be bored, worried, or might suggest residential treatment...none of which makes a very good story. So here you go...

decided on a sunday evening bike ride last weekend to catch the sunset...

monday did a little shopping and spotted the worlds smallest Comfort Dog International

did some online shopping to make Robbie Jealous

On my way around town to do some thrift store shopping, spotted an old bike that looks kinda like new bikes...

Wednesday I "worked" a little...actually met two ladies on a two year journey round the world, and got to clean up their mojo-covered rigs...

while Kev-Air tried out his new boob...

Wednesday nite went to a rock and roll concert...

And early saturday morning made my way back up to Scripps to hang with the Rice Family, visit old friends, go to birthday dinners, get a little Guy-Time, and have a rad dinner...always a great time. One the way up this time though I crossed a bridge that kind of made me stop and think for a minute. It struck me like everything in So-Cal that just somehow doesnt sit right with me, feeling like I dont fit in on my bike with the lifestyle I want to live. It was a sight that caused a mix of emotions for me as I pedaled towards a family that loves me so much feeling a little out of place.

most of you probably just see a bridge, a matrix of criss-crossed elevated freeways...I know I know...

Sunday provided an opportunity for a little Guy-Time with Carson, and we were treated to a beautiful and mighty tasty pan-asian styled dinner prepared by the ladies Aubrey and Tammy...

whose got two thumbs and can cook pan asian like its nobody's business? THIS GAL!

Monday was back to work and school, save for olde scotty boy...I got to take the long way back to Cousin's hood in the multi-phase mixed conditions adventure ride Im really starting to love... about 50 miles, plenty of dirt and a mix of business parks, neighborhoods, and beach front boardwalks...

I took this to mean Polo, or Fox Hunts or things like that...no jai alai...

Penasquitos Canyon is a place where I have had a lot of firsts. Its the first place I took my first real mountain bike that I saved up for months to buy, its the first place I jumped a log, the first place I got poison oak, the first place I smoked a cigarette with Mike Mannis, its the first place I did a night ride, its very close to the first place I fell in love and had my first dry-humping session (two separate occasions for the record) and the first place I go to when Im in SD county on a bike. Its an important place to me and a place where I always find more than I expected. In this case the photo below captures that unexpected pretty well, a dude jogging, in a KILT, and an army pack, with a fucking bichon frise show dog in tow...sometimes the weirdest thing in the canyon is what you bring in there with you, other times its shit like this!

out of the canyon under the shadows of the freeways again...

and another path of dirt...

and more 6 lanes in every direction city surface streets...

and back to the safety of the canyons...

Once I hit the beach I started looking for a coffee spot. NOTHING! But I did run into a guy named Kermit ("Like the frog Dude!" he exclaimed) who talked to me for quite a while about bikes, life, love and getting stoned. Seriously this cat had some crazy wild stories and claimed that in the past three weeks he had spent every day on his new bike getting high and just riding all over town. It was his first month of retirement and I cant say he was using it poorly. 32 years in the Navy and a life full of choices and lessons, parties and sorrow and this guy was going to have a blast with the first years of his life in which he did not have to get up in the morning for anything but himself and his bike, getting ready for Alaska to Argentina this summer. May the road always rise to meet you Kermit!

I found some coffee in Ocean beach and wrote down as much of Kermits story as I could remember before heading on my way. Yet another path, my last bit of dirt for the day and made it back up to Cousin's hood after 6 hours on the bike. A great way to start the week, even if Im chasing a head-cold and laying low.

More to come....

S.