old journal from first day

Aug 04, 2006 19:05

So day one is over, and only around fifty miles knocked down. After following the wrong curve of a fork and getting generally lost, after so many times of that, it feels okay. I talked to people waiting for the bus, pedestrians who just happened to be walking toward where I was, and even a mechanic amongst his customer's cars.

By the time I made it to San Dimas, it was nothing to talk to the teenage girl behind the counter at the Starberry Farms fruit stand. Even as a (friendly and well-meaning) customer continued to look me up and down while I paid. These bike shorts have a godawful bulge around the crotch where the padding is, and it can be a strange sight, especially with how tight the material is everywhere else.

(The Grapes of Wrath)
Was this the end of the road for the "Okies" and "Arkies" of the Dustbowl? The Joads keep mentioning a handbill for fruitpicking in Bakersfield, and that's north, I think. I thought of them when I saw the sign here at the fruit stand: "NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS".

(photography)
It's hard to keep the camera still after hours of biking.

(biking)
The directions sweated off quickly.

(66)
The architecture of the colleges I've passed has been beautiful.
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