9/12 – Thanks, benevolent overlords
Gettin’ fat, stuffing my pockets with Google bounty. Chicken and waffles food truck for lunch....
Stats: Where Do I Stay?
An often asked questions has been: Where do you stay? Since I’ve now crossed the four month mark and am staying put for a while, here’s a pie chart. Out of 125 nights, I stayed: 11 nights with folks from Couchsurfing.org (5) or the ADV forums (6). What a...
9/11 – Lane splitting!!
93 miles. If I were a cat, my tail would be puffed out super huge the first moment I pulled in between the lanes. After a while though, the freeway became one huge, moving obstacle course and it was super fun!...
9/10 – It’s been so long…
I think I forgot how to kungfu....
9/9 – Costco, horrify and amaze
Every summer growing up, my family would return to the US for appointments with our doctors, dentists, optometrists, and our annual trip to Costco. We carried an empty suitcase for the expressed purpose, and our stay with family in the Bay Area wasn’t complete without buying in bulk from...
9/8 – Homeowner returns
I had sort of settled into Kevin’s place before he even got home. Yay, family!...
Sturgis for Sturgis, Who Knew?! Aug 1-5, 2014.
My plan was to head west through South Dakota, rather than its northern counterpart. I wanted to ride around the Badlands and see Mt Rushmore, that sort of thing. Come to find out, I’d be passing through right around Sturgis. The motorcycle rally. One of the largest in the...
9/7 – Tourists one more day
111 miles. Giraffe’s flight was bumped, so I rode into San Francisco to get touristy. The hills are intimidating. There were motorcycle parking spots on some of them, but the bikes perched in those spots seemed to defy gravity....
Hello, San Jose!
Apologies for the lapse in posting. I’ve just arrived in San Jose, almost exactly four months after setting off from Providence. I’ll be here or around here working, catching up on drawings and blog posts, and hanging out with friends and my cousin in the coming weeks. Please say...
9/6 – To the West
227 miles. All this time, and I still feel a little nervous before riding anywhere. Giraffe and I picked up my scoot and he followed me to Stockton before parting ways. For what it’s worth, it kind of sucks to literally ride into the sunset. It’s very hard to...