a story of a bike

The ride begins June 20, 2009.

It starts up in Canada.  Vancouver.   Where the PCH starts, too.

Me.  A bicycle; a tent; a sleeping bag; a book and, maybe, with a little luck, a change of clothes.

Then, like all good birds, we go south.

South.  Along the coast.  Along the highways.  Along the ocean.  Along the country.  Along the Country.  Along the states.  Past the rainy town where my sister lives.  Past the hill I grew up on.  Past my home in Los Angeles, which is now nothing more than a storage locker.

Like a good bird.

Or a beginning bike rider.

2000 miles later, they tell me that’s where the Pacific Cost bike trip ends.  At the Mexican border.

Yes, we are migrating to, of all places, Mexico.  Me.  A bicycle; a tent; a sleeping bag; a book or two and, maybe, with a little luck, a change of clothes.

Stay tuned.

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