Friday, June 05, 2009

Re-living it.

Well, now that I'm back in California, with my car, and bikes, and dog, where do you suppose I've decided to couch surf? If you know anything about me, at all, you will right now immediately be saying "SLO?!" and you are absolutely correct if that is your reply, but unfortunately, I won't be able to offer you a prize of any sort because I'm unemployed. But if you happen to live in the radius of anywhere on the Central Coast, I will happily crash on your couch, too. And if that's not a prize, I don't know what is.

One of my friends is out of town, so I offered to "housesit" even though I don't think his place needed any sitting. BUT INTERNET, IT'S AWESOME. I'm pretty much in heaven. My bike(s) and I have been attacking every road, singletrack trail, and section of dirt with the same ferocity that a starving person would apply to a dripping slab of prime rib. There is nowhere better in the world to ride a bike. And that's a fact. I have such an affinity for the riding here because it's where I fell in love with cycling, and because the mountains and hills are perfect and beautiful and they hold so many dear memories to me. I'm re-living my favorite years every ride I take right now, and even though I happen to be out of work, just ended a relationship, and am facing the possibility of starting over completely, I'm absolutely ecstatic and thrilled with life right now.

I'm gushing. I know.

When I'm not on my bike, I've been catching up with friends here. Our Sunday morning agenda? The Walk of Shame. We'll set up shop on the busiest party street in town. We won't be doing any walks of shame, but rather, heckling those bleary eyed, hungover college students who are stumbling back to their cars wearing what they could find of last night's clothes. It's wildly entertaining. After that, we're going to do a "death march," a euphemistic name for a four-hour mt. ride that involves climbing some large peaks and descending off of small cliffs.

So, anyhow, as you can tell, I have a full agenda.

1 comment:

yummy mummy said...

Bomb's away, baby. Glad that California is welcoming you with open arms. Here's hoping that the job offers start pouring in. If not, we have a comfy couch up here in Eugene that has your name all over it...