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Biking Down the Coast of an Overly Sensitive Soul

I can’t tell if something important happened last night, or if I was just drunk.

Posted by atparish on July 9, 2009

Still in McKinleyville, going to gorgeous river spots and bars daily. Lance is playing drums with a band called Ass Castle on Saturday, and I will be drinking nearby, so we’re staying until next week at least.
I just gave blood to kill some time and talk with old ladies. Also, so I won’t drink too much today. It’s kind of a bummer that gay men can’t give blood. They give you so many chances to back out and say, “Actually, I think I have AIDS.”
Everyone who lives in this town has like three DUI’s and is a menace on the road. I’ve spent enough time in the back seats of speeding trucks to last me for a while, I think.
Other than that, things are going swimmingly. How are you?


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Waypoint #3

Posted by atparish on July 3, 2009

We’ve made it to Humboldt after seven days of camping and are staying with friends in McKinleyville. Should be good times. Some things of note:
Stayed in a campground in California with wild elk grazing maybe 30 feet away. Those guys get real big. They had bears too, but we didn’t see any. It’s probably a good thing.
Took a day off at a park in Oregon with cliffs and a nice beach. We found a nice frisbee thing in a tide pool and have made good use of it. I snagged my foot on some wood at the beach and lost most of the skin on my big toe, but it’s a pretty minor injury and only affects which shoes I can wear riding. I’ll let you know if it starts turning funny colors and smelling of almonds.
Everyone we meet seems to be in a big hurry, forcing themselves to ride 80+ miles a day. I prefer our way of doing things.

In other news, the DOW is way down, and Sarah Palin is stepping down as governor? Hah. Could today get any better?

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Okay okay okay, seriously.

Posted by atparish on June 25, 2009

Actually leaving Portland today. I swear.
Wish us luck in the vast wilderness between here and Humboldt County.
If you don’t hear from me in 48 hours, I’ve been eaten by bears, or ticks, or something equally nasty. You should be worried.

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Leaving Portland (with pictures!)

Posted by atparish on June 23, 2009

Looks like we’re finally heading away from this place. I’m more than a little sad, actually. I feel like I’ve made some real friends here, and I hope that I’ll be able to stay in touch with them. I feel like I used to on the last day of summer camp.

Last night, while trying to walk a slack-line (akin to a tightrope), I elbowed a pretty lady in the face (Moss). An hour later, I was beaten about the face with a very well-thrown dodge ball. It was an educational night for more reasons than that, too.

I’ve had two days in a row of stressful, fucked up dreams involving this girl. Maybe that means it’s time to leave. Call of the wild.

The life on the road comes back to you pretty fast.

At Jared’s at the moment, playing his PS3. It’s pretty fancy.

Lots of pictures:

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Pro tip!

Posted by atparish on June 21, 2009

Everyone in Portland has food stamps. It’s a strategic investment the government makes in keeping talented but underemployed young people around. They don’t have the same boom and bust cycles as, say, California.

It’s been exciting to meet people from all over the country, because people move here from everywhere. But it was nice to be with four other people from San Diego last night, even if we just complained about it together.

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What do vegan zombies want?

Posted by atparish on June 20, 2009

Zombie ride ->Prince v. Bowie ride ->super fun hang back at the house i’m at (full of sexual tension to boot). It’s been a good night, even though I spend the last of it alone.

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So nice it’s almost boring.

Posted by atparish on June 16, 2009

I continue to have a great time and meet great people in Portland. My days are a haze of lazy grazing in her fertile fields of fun and friends. Look up zoo-bombing.
No pictures ever, never, ever again.

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Best 3000+ naked dance party ever?

Posted by atparish on June 14, 2009

My voice is hoarse, my balls are lightly chafed, and I might be in several naughty internet videos. It’s been a sexy couple of days on bikes, man. I’m pretty sure that dance floor was the best one in the world, even though you did sometimes accidentally touch a dick.
I had a dream that someone locked my bike to a sign twenty feet up, and we took a rocket to England where it was difficult to learn to ride on the opposite side of the road. Obvious dream-signals of sexual frustration. The ladies here are even beautiful in the nude.

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Posted by atparish on June 13, 2009

Hello fellows. We made it into Portland yesterday afternoon after a bitchin’ fully-loaded paceline with Dan and Anthony, a couple of fellows from Colorado who find themselves in similar life situations as the two of us. There was a minor incident of us accidentally getting on the freeway for a few miles, but it worked out alright. Funny things happen when I’m leading the group, I tell you what.

Tonight is the World Naked Bike Ride, which promises to be interesting and a couple thousand strong. I’m pretty excited. The dance party beforehand, which is the designated time for getting naked, should be equally novel.

No photos today, maybe soon.

Peace Out!

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I’ll Give You a Scenic Pullout

Posted by atparish on June 7, 2009

Golly, where to begin?
First off, sorry it took me so long to post something, in case you were worried we’d rolled right off a cliff so early in our trip. Internet cafes are few and far between, apparently. But, good news, I can get my pictures off the camera here.
Some highlights so far:

The train ride was very long but not unpleasant. It was interesting to see the forced segregation of we proles in coach from those fatcats up in the sleeper cars. Our first karmic boon was a kind soul who sold us a bag of bud lite for a couple of bucks. Beer on the train was expensive and bad.

Vancouver is a gorgeous town, with amazing bike infrastructure. The first group of pannier-laden folks we ran into happened to be doing the BC to Mexico route as well, as part of the Agents for Change charity ride. But they were leaving a little before us, and since we’ll be spending some time hanging out in cities, we won’t be catching up to them. Which is a shame, because the ratio in that group was very favorable, eh?

The riding has been decent. The roads are windy, but our maps are good. The hills are steep, but our legs are strong. The days are hot, but our pores flow freely. We smell terrific all the time.

Camping has been similarly decent, with the exception of one motherfucker of a raccoon who tore through my bags in search of food. But some mornings, I get up and look out over the water, and hear the birds wailing in the mist, and I think, “Damn. You can’t synthesize that shit.”

Some kind war vet hobos, eager to talk to the young folks as all old folks are, showed us a good time our first night in Seattle. My friend Kate from Back In The Day has been a superb host, and things are going well. Tomorrow we’ll head for Portland, which will probably take us three or four days. Hit you up soon, Jared.

More sometime. Good luck in your various endeavors.

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