Thanks for the birthday wishes, everyone!
I had a pretty good time yesterday. I wanted to do something different on my birthday, do something that stretched my abilities (no doubt to convince myself that my birthday wasn't a grim milestone of inevitable decline). So, I took the train out to Carpinteria in the morning with my bicycle and biked back down to Los Angeles along the coast. I biked just a hair over 100 miles, nearly twice the longest ride I'd done before.
Not too shabby. The coast route is really striking--beautiful surfing beaches, stark and towering cliffs, picturesque bays. Though of course there were some tiresome urban areas--and one very stressful section of PCH going through Maibu with no shoulder and the lovely choice of speeding right next to miles of parked cars praying no one will door you or edging into angry rush-hour traffic. And here's a little message from me to the hills around Peperdine: I hate you, you can eat my fuck you overgrown bastard mounds of dirt. (Yes I now spend time cursing out the landscape. Sad, really.)
After recovering a bit at home I went out for tapas and had some excellent prawns wrapped in bacon and asparagus with shaved manchego and a walnut vinnagrette. Finished it off with one bottle of Mirror Pond Pale Ale at home just before passing the fuck out. On the whole, a great day.
I awaken today a little battered, the owner of a pair of sunburnt knees, but happy.
I had a pretty good time yesterday. I wanted to do something different on my birthday, do something that stretched my abilities (no doubt to convince myself that my birthday wasn't a grim milestone of inevitable decline). So, I took the train out to Carpinteria in the morning with my bicycle and biked back down to Los Angeles along the coast. I biked just a hair over 100 miles, nearly twice the longest ride I'd done before.
Not too shabby. The coast route is really striking--beautiful surfing beaches, stark and towering cliffs, picturesque bays. Though of course there were some tiresome urban areas--and one very stressful section of PCH going through Maibu with no shoulder and the lovely choice of speeding right next to miles of parked cars praying no one will door you or edging into angry rush-hour traffic. And here's a little message from me to the hills around Peperdine: I hate you, you can eat my fuck you overgrown bastard mounds of dirt. (Yes I now spend time cursing out the landscape. Sad, really.)
After recovering a bit at home I went out for tapas and had some excellent prawns wrapped in bacon and asparagus with shaved manchego and a walnut vinnagrette. Finished it off with one bottle of Mirror Pond Pale Ale at home just before passing the fuck out. On the whole, a great day.
I awaken today a little battered, the owner of a pair of sunburnt knees, but happy.
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morningstar:
Good to see you yesterday. How'd the party last night go?
issue_:
it went something like this