Strange thoughts go through my mind in the eerie darkness of an economy class cabin, five hours into a thirteen hour flight. Things like the wonders of time difference! Here I was, flying through tomorrow’s night to arrive and relive the morning of the very same day on arrival, only in another place on another continent. And then I realised that the night isn’t tomorrow’s night, nor last night nor tonight – it’s always the same night, following the same day circling the same earth. Funny, I never saw it that way.
Ok, I flew BNE to LAX and spent a few days in San Francisco, a night in Las Vegas and another in Los Angeles. Mostly work, a little play, too. I hope this explains the long absence.
I had the great opportunity to go on a day trip with bikesgonewild and I cannot praise enough the generosity with which he shared his time, fuel, knowledge and passion for bikes in a city full of bicycles, riders, bike shops and good coffee. Shame it had to be fossil and not muscle energy we burnt and I suffered bouts of jealousy watching all the thousands of people out on bikes, followed by bouts of ecstasy visiting bike shops in Sausalito. Well, all I can say is “Thank you” and “I will be back – with bike”.
And while I’m sitting here now, back home in Oz, enjoying a nice glass of Chardonnay from the Napa Valley and photoshopping all the memories, I realise how long it has been since riding my bike (not counting stationary monsters in hotel gyms).
There is only one thing that leaves me puzzled about San Francisco: Why on earth would anyone want to ride a Fixie where the roads are so steep that taxi drivers entertain their young passengers by telling them to lean forward so the car won’t flip over backwards?