4/16 – Working in Austin
Amazingly, timing worked out as far as word from the editors. It’s nose to the grindstone soon, just in time to go to Houston....
4/15 – Hanging Out
New rear tire (shipped courtesy of Vespa SF, thank you!) went on today while I entertained myself browsing the cool bikes at AF1 Racing. They also topped off the oil, filled the gas tank, and cleaned my bike. Is everyone so friendly around here? So much thanks! So shiny!...
4/14 – Travelers of Mount Bonnell
I followed Jack for a sunset ride to Mount Bonnell and Barton Springs. He’s a traveller like me, but has been waylaid in Austin for months healing from a BMX injury. We met two other travelers and watched the sunset together. I’m a bit sunburnt....
4/13 – Undoing the Wall
I stuck around to lend a hand breaking down the Wall of Death. There were many hands helping, but it was pretty amazing to get to see the whole thing deconstruct and fit onto the bed of a truck. Jack and I met up later to see the swarming...
4/12 – Small Amusements
After the Handbuilt Motorcycle Show wrapped up, new friend Jack and I headed to Revival Cycles’ afterparty. It’s a veritable playground of machinery, motorcycle art, museum quality pieces, custom work, and bikes bikes and more bikes. Maybe it’s my dad’s influence as a teacher, but I took special delight in...
4/11 – Coffee, Company, and Charger Break with Rebecca
Rebecca is also camped at the Drome, we went for a coffee break and to recharge our devices down the street. We were introduced way back in Mitchell, SD, and she’s working in video while living on her bike! We got to talking about things like the specific challenges...
4/10 – Quiet & Loud
I was actually a bit glad for the rainy morning, so I could work at the hostel without feeling like going out. When it passed, I got to see the American Wall of Death again at the Handbuilt Motorcycle Show!...
4/9 – Four Days of Wind
263 miles. Somewhere in Oklahoma, it turned into summer. It got hot and humid, in a way that made me nostalgic for childhood summers in Atlanta. The wildflowers are going crazy. That being said, Texas is starting to look like the background loop for a run cycle in animation,...
4/8 – Lightning Storm
269 miles. The free campsite I was aiming for ended up being super creepy – hidden behind a disused, bad road. The sun was too low to turn around and head back into town, and the storm that I had been eyeing from a distance was catching up with me. I...
4/7 – It Starts
371 miles. A long day that ended with a Motel 6 (splurge!) in Amarillo, TX. I had a platonic meal with Dave, a working traveler I met while exploring the Cadillac Ranch. Things got existential when he started, “Work is work, but what do I have to offer the...