Southward Bound. (10/10 thru 10/11/2015)
If backpacking is about taking to the wild and severing ties with civilization, bike touring the Southern California coast seems to be about skirting its edges and flirting with the perimeter. Riding paved roads and stopping for drinks or burritos, only to silently glide off into obscurity, lost to the rest of the world in the shimmering heat of untraveled paths. The bicycle has always brought me a sense of freedom rooted in the relative anonymity they provide- being just some guy on a bike. Seeing a person on foot on a remote road is unnerving and usually draws the authorities; seeing a cyclist doesn’t give much pause. Bikes tend to glide under the radar, slipping through this world to their own rhythm. Rolling onward, sweating, sprawling out in the shade on curbs and street corners, cowering from the sun in laughter behind military gas stations. Heat and asphalt, fried brains and missed trains…three fools on bikes, free, if only for 36 hours.