- the 13 mile gradual uphill section that we found ourselves doing during the hottest part of the day,
- eating lunch in an awful little city called Lompoc where there are no parks or benches anywhere so sandwiches must be enjoyed on patches of grass in front of dilapidated, highway-side apartments. From the looks on people's faces, this kind of picnicking isn't very popular in Lompoc.
- getting yelled at through the window by an angry driver of a turquoise truck as he got far too close to me while crossing a bridge ( just so you all know, when you yell at cyclists through your car, they can't hear you),
- as yesterdays mileage was about twice what we would normally do, naturally the number of wedgies doubled,
- getting a 'where'd you go?' phone call while riding from Amanda who had somehow missed the on-ramp for the highway when she was only about 50 yards behind me,
- stopping at a rest stop off highway 101 and looking at everyone and thinking 'why do you need to rest?'
In other news, our new Swiss recumbent cyclist friends Pius and Stephen are also in Santa Barbara, so once again Amanda and I have found ourselves biking with foreigners. They are traveling from Alaska down to Panama and are taking their time in the process so our travel schedules are not quite the same. However, we have made tentative plans to expose them to America at its finest and to reunite at Disneyland. times up!
3 comments:
Disneyland!? Are you guys getting Goofy?
(See other comment from last posting).
Chuck
I love bullet points, too, Christina, and I love reading your stories. Thanks for writing. I am anxious to hear if Disneyland is any good. Did Amanda tell you I went to the opening ceremonies when I was 5 yrs old? I still have a felt pennant from then.
Love, Cindy
HARDCORE!
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