And Then...
...there was the Big Not Moving.
Much of today's ride was spent on the shoulder of higher traffic roads like 101. I got two flats - a pinchflat on the right rear of the trailer, going flub flub flub after I hit a big rock at high speed on a downhill, and then the rear tire on the trike, about four miles from my mom's house. The rear wheel is a pain in the ass to change, because everything has to come off the trike, so I just pumped it up twice and pulled into the driveway at 3:50 PM.
And I ran over some road lizards and saw a mostly dead tarantula and bonked and and and and and...god I'm tired.
This, then, is the last official entry from The Road.
More later.
