2/10 – Furiously Coloring
Coloring some comics, dreaming of tacos south of the border....
2/9 – Birth of a Scooter Gang
182 miles. Pete, Verna, and I went for a full day of riding around Napa. Quest: Obsidian from Glass Mountain, but also to get a feel for an extended scooter ride. I planned the route, including some of my favorite goaty qualities from previous rides. The rain from the...
2/8 – Logo Makings…
Top secret scooter-related work today with Pete. Flexing those old Adobe Illustrator muscles....
2/7 – Picking Up Old Habits
I picked up a knitting habit in New England, to pass cold months trapped indoors. There’s limited room onboard for hobbies, but I finally caved and picked up a skein of cotton yarn and some shorty double-pointed needles. It’s small, and has been a comforting respite from work to...
2/6 – “Studio” Vespa SF
The corner under the stairs at Vespa SF has become an unofficial studio the past couple days, while I’m finishing up a bit of paid work before takeoff. I’m doing a quick page for Chris Duffy again, you might expect it to be SpongeBob shaped!...
2/5 – Rearranging the Furniture
I love my new Pelican case topcase, but it seems to have an unexpected gravitational pull. This will work itself out, I’m sure… I’ll have to do a new diagram for scooter setup, with new front rack and work stuff for art. Really trying not to load down the...
2/4 – Scoot of Burden
Two dogs, two riders, one scooter and REI run for dry sacks. San Francisco’s own Bikes of Burden....
2/3 – Coffee Across the Bridge
It occurs to me I’ve been across the Golden Gate Bridge four times now, on five different bikes (1. Serenity, 2. Lydia, 3. White Cheddar, 4. Vespa Rental, then New Blue Super for return.) This is my fifth ride across, but only the second on my own bike. I...
2/2 – The Route of it all
Route planning and other laptop tasks today. Seeing the entirety of my winding trek taking shape on a map is a bit…overwhelming. On a personal note about this trip: In the larger sense, for the first time in my life I felt like the disparate things I pursued came...
2/1 – California Hills
55 miles. Jaunt around the Redwood Regional Park and Lake Chabot with Pete on his Super. Began with brunch at Brown Sugar (the waffles… the waffles…), scouted a campground along the way, and ended with the one place I could think of without TV screens on Superbowl Sunday: Heinold’s First and...