Thursday, June 9th.
While I was in Seattle, I saw a TV show about how the states' borders were made. On this particular episode, they talkd about the only spot in America where four states touched borders. It was called the Four Corners Monument. Utah, Colorado, Arizona, and New Mexico. Perfect! I'm heading to Texas next, and it's on my way! I'll see the Four Corners Monument on my Four Corners trip! A mere 1,200 miles southeast of Seattle! So that's my next, unexpected destination.
Although it was a bit overcast in the morning, not unusual for Seattle, it felt like it was going to be a great day. I headed southeast with Clyde's headlight pointed toward Boise, Idaho, 500 miles from Seattle. One of my minor goals for this trip was to ride a 500 mile day. Washington was beautiful to ride through, green mountains, and a glass lake or two to test my ability to keep my eyes on the road. To get to Boise, I got a taste of northeast Oregon as well, where I had a small hiccup. In my efforts to reach the 500 mile mark, I was pushing it with how often I stopped for gas. When my gas light comes on, I have about 30 miles before I run out. The gas light came on. A sign on the highway said the next exit had gas, and was about 15 miles away. Perfect! I exited the highway and happily got to the gas station, where I deflated like a balloon. It was closed, and looked like it had been closed for quite a few years. I stopped and checked my GPS, which said there was a Chevron gas station 6 miles down the road. 6+15=21. Great! I'll make it with 9 miles to spare! I drove the 6 miles and where my GPS said there was a gas station, was a ranch. But in the distance I could see a Texaco gas station. I drove to it, and that was also closed too! I thought that was it. I am out of gas and am going to have to figure out a way to get gas. The Texaco station looked like it was recently closed. I walked up to the door and it had a hand-written sign that said, "Sorry we are closed. For emergency repairs and fuel, go to Ben's Truck Repair accross the road." I went across the road and saw Ben. Ben looked to be about in his late 50's, and was a slow-moving kind of guy. He didn't seemed to thrilled that I stopped by, and mentioned that some other guys on Harleys had gotten gas there earlier. I wonder if Ben knew there was a sign directing people to him for gas. He told me to pull around back to the other shed where he kept the pump. I did, and he handed me the gas pump. I put in 4 gallons. He said 5 bucks a gallon and 5 bucks for his time, and that he thought that was fair because the next gas station is 30 miles down the road, and if I coulda made it there, I wouldn't have had to stop at his place. I thought, "yup, that's true." And paid the man.
As the sun took his bow for the day, and exited stage west, I reached Boise. I completed my 500 mile day, with a 513 mile total, and got a room for the night. After 500 miles and about 10 hours, I was tired! Good thing I rested in Seattle.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Thought and Observations After....
...2 corners, 33 days, and just over 6,000 miles ridden.
The United States of America.
This is truly a land of contrasts. Whether it be landscape, the people, the weather, or wealth, you can't help but notice the contrasts as you drive around this country. You can be driving through the mountains, and a couple of hours later be in the desert. It can be hailing one minute, and sunny the next. You see people of all colors, shapes, sizes, colors, and backgrounds from second to second. You can be in a wealthy neighborhood, then cross a street and be in "the hood". Ocean on one side, woods on the other. Bums on the sidewalk begging for money as a guy parks his BMW on the street in front of him. The contrasts amaze me.
Roller Coaster.
I had done preparations for this trip before I left. Planned routes, bought certain clothing and gear, make sure the motorcycle was in good working order, thought about costs, etc. I thought I was prepared. Or as prepared as I could have been. Physically. I never thought about any mental challenges, or emotional ones. I did not prepare for hours and hours of riding alone, and how much time I'd have with my own mind. Sure, I have a radio, but thoughts tend to drown that out after a while. This trip has been an emotional roller coaster, and a ride I was not prepared for. I've been happy, sad, elated, dejected, angry, frustrated, and indifferent. You name it, I've felt it. I'm fairly certain this is why I've felt so tired the past few days. I've thought about everything you can think about! I've had some personal revelations I do not wish to share, but what a mental ride this has been! After a few days of rest, I THINK I'm ready to get back on the road tomorrow!
Bad Habit.
I've developed a habit of winking to my self when I think of something I funny or come up with what I think is a good idea. I actually wink. I'm really starting to annoy my self with this damn winking. It has to stop. Wink.
Ice Cream.
A lot of people have given me tips on where to go or what to see. While I appreciate it, keep in mind I am the only one driving, and am exposed to the elements at all times. A quick detour here or there, is not a quick detour for me. It takes me longer to get places, because I need to take breaks. My butt begs me for them! This is the way I'm thinking of the trip: America is an ice cream shop. Each city or state is a flavor. I'm simply going through the shop sampling the flavors. I don't have a big enough stomach to have an entire bowl of each. I pick one or two things I'd like to see to get an idea of what each place is like. To take a taste of the city, if you will. Example: I'm in Seattle now. I wanted to see the Space Needle and Pike Place Market. I walked from the Space Needle to the Pike Place Market. I have an idea of what Seattle is like, and I look forward to coming back, knowimg I've liked what I've seen so far. I have some things to look forward to when I come back someday. I'm sampling cities and states.
Quitting.
I have to admit there have been several times I've thought about quitting. Through all of the wind that pushes me like a bully, when I was stung by hail, or on a day when I'm soaked after a day of riding in the rain. I stopped at a gas station to get some coffee, on a particularly wet day in northern California. As I sipped my coffee, I noticed a used car lot across the street. There sat a late 90's forest green Jeep Wrangler, with big tires. Good lookin' Jeep. Would be a lot of fun to drive. I wondered if I could trade my bike in right now for the Jeep, and finish the trip Jeepin' it. But that's not what I set out to do. Four corners, three months, TWO wheels, one man. In times like these I think of my dad. He fought and beat cancer in 2007. Cancer knocked on his door again, however, and no matter how difficult the struggle, he refused to give up on life. He did everything possible to stay here on earth as long as possible. He loved life and wanted to live it, no matter what cancer did to his physical state. Despite not being able to eat and feeding through a tube, he wanted to live life. Think about never tasting delicious food again! Despite having to breathe through a hole in his throat, he wanted to live life. No matter what was thrown at him, he was willing to take it on to continue living life. I can endure some bad weather to do what I love to do, if he could endure storms worse than anything Mother Nature can cook up in her kitchen. Don't give up on life, and don't give up on your dreams.
Tomorrow I start the journey to corner #3! Key West!
The United States of America.
This is truly a land of contrasts. Whether it be landscape, the people, the weather, or wealth, you can't help but notice the contrasts as you drive around this country. You can be driving through the mountains, and a couple of hours later be in the desert. It can be hailing one minute, and sunny the next. You see people of all colors, shapes, sizes, colors, and backgrounds from second to second. You can be in a wealthy neighborhood, then cross a street and be in "the hood". Ocean on one side, woods on the other. Bums on the sidewalk begging for money as a guy parks his BMW on the street in front of him. The contrasts amaze me.
Roller Coaster.
I had done preparations for this trip before I left. Planned routes, bought certain clothing and gear, make sure the motorcycle was in good working order, thought about costs, etc. I thought I was prepared. Or as prepared as I could have been. Physically. I never thought about any mental challenges, or emotional ones. I did not prepare for hours and hours of riding alone, and how much time I'd have with my own mind. Sure, I have a radio, but thoughts tend to drown that out after a while. This trip has been an emotional roller coaster, and a ride I was not prepared for. I've been happy, sad, elated, dejected, angry, frustrated, and indifferent. You name it, I've felt it. I'm fairly certain this is why I've felt so tired the past few days. I've thought about everything you can think about! I've had some personal revelations I do not wish to share, but what a mental ride this has been! After a few days of rest, I THINK I'm ready to get back on the road tomorrow!
Bad Habit.
I've developed a habit of winking to my self when I think of something I funny or come up with what I think is a good idea. I actually wink. I'm really starting to annoy my self with this damn winking. It has to stop. Wink.
Ice Cream.
A lot of people have given me tips on where to go or what to see. While I appreciate it, keep in mind I am the only one driving, and am exposed to the elements at all times. A quick detour here or there, is not a quick detour for me. It takes me longer to get places, because I need to take breaks. My butt begs me for them! This is the way I'm thinking of the trip: America is an ice cream shop. Each city or state is a flavor. I'm simply going through the shop sampling the flavors. I don't have a big enough stomach to have an entire bowl of each. I pick one or two things I'd like to see to get an idea of what each place is like. To take a taste of the city, if you will. Example: I'm in Seattle now. I wanted to see the Space Needle and Pike Place Market. I walked from the Space Needle to the Pike Place Market. I have an idea of what Seattle is like, and I look forward to coming back, knowimg I've liked what I've seen so far. I have some things to look forward to when I come back someday. I'm sampling cities and states.
Quitting.
I have to admit there have been several times I've thought about quitting. Through all of the wind that pushes me like a bully, when I was stung by hail, or on a day when I'm soaked after a day of riding in the rain. I stopped at a gas station to get some coffee, on a particularly wet day in northern California. As I sipped my coffee, I noticed a used car lot across the street. There sat a late 90's forest green Jeep Wrangler, with big tires. Good lookin' Jeep. Would be a lot of fun to drive. I wondered if I could trade my bike in right now for the Jeep, and finish the trip Jeepin' it. But that's not what I set out to do. Four corners, three months, TWO wheels, one man. In times like these I think of my dad. He fought and beat cancer in 2007. Cancer knocked on his door again, however, and no matter how difficult the struggle, he refused to give up on life. He did everything possible to stay here on earth as long as possible. He loved life and wanted to live it, no matter what cancer did to his physical state. Despite not being able to eat and feeding through a tube, he wanted to live life. Think about never tasting delicious food again! Despite having to breathe through a hole in his throat, he wanted to live life. No matter what was thrown at him, he was willing to take it on to continue living life. I can endure some bad weather to do what I love to do, if he could endure storms worse than anything Mother Nature can cook up in her kitchen. Don't give up on life, and don't give up on your dreams.
Tomorrow I start the journey to corner #3! Key West!
Corner #2!
Sunday, June 4th
I woke up later than usual, growing more tired by the day, and took my bike to the Harley dealership. It was Sunday, and the service department was closed. Fortunately, one of the salesman grabbed some tools from the service department and re-attached the kickstand in a matter of minutes, and sent me on my way with no charge. Thank you, kind sir.
Seattle was in my sights. But after just 270 miles and after leaving Oregon and entering Washington, I saw a sign that read "workzone ahead". My mind read it as "warzone ahead", and I panicked for a short time before realizing I must be tired, and should finish the 126 miles to Seattle the next day.
Monday morning was nice and sunny, and I happily rode to Seattle, the second of the four corners!
The Space Needle is the landmark I designated for corner 2, and drove directly to it! It just so happens my hotel is right next to it! Half my goal is complete! Two out of the four corners!
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Because I've been feeling so tired lately, I decided to take a three day break here to rest.
Tuesday I spent most of the day in bed, with one quick trip up the Space Needle. Wednesday, which is today, I checked out Pike Place Market to see the guys throwing fish. If you don't know what I'm talking about, google it. I also intended to get a coffee at the very first Starbucks, but the line was ridiculous, so I took a quick look, and headed back to my hotel.
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Wednesday evening I met some friends of a friend. A friend of mine, who's from Seattle and living in Korea, put me in contact with her friends, and we met for dinner. It was really nice of them to meet a lonely traveler and make me feel like I had friends in Seattle! Good times and delicious dinner!
I woke up later than usual, growing more tired by the day, and took my bike to the Harley dealership. It was Sunday, and the service department was closed. Fortunately, one of the salesman grabbed some tools from the service department and re-attached the kickstand in a matter of minutes, and sent me on my way with no charge. Thank you, kind sir.
Seattle was in my sights. But after just 270 miles and after leaving Oregon and entering Washington, I saw a sign that read "workzone ahead". My mind read it as "warzone ahead", and I panicked for a short time before realizing I must be tired, and should finish the 126 miles to Seattle the next day.
Monday morning was nice and sunny, and I happily rode to Seattle, the second of the four corners!
The Space Needle is the landmark I designated for corner 2, and drove directly to it! It just so happens my hotel is right next to it! Half my goal is complete! Two out of the four corners!
Because I've been feeling so tired lately, I decided to take a three day break here to rest.
Tuesday I spent most of the day in bed, with one quick trip up the Space Needle. Wednesday, which is today, I checked out Pike Place Market to see the guys throwing fish. If you don't know what I'm talking about, google it. I also intended to get a coffee at the very first Starbucks, but the line was ridiculous, so I took a quick look, and headed back to my hotel.
Wednesday evening I met some friends of a friend. A friend of mine, who's from Seattle and living in Korea, put me in contact with her friends, and we met for dinner. It was really nice of them to meet a lonely traveler and make me feel like I had friends in Seattle! Good times and delicious dinner!
Murder on the 101
Saturday, June 3rd
Today I would see the Redwoods! I was pretty pumped for that. I left Eureka! and continued north to the "Trees of Mystery". They are something else. Trees grow out of trees that have fallen, and some grow out of trees that are standing straight up. And the shear size and age of them is staggering.
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The rest of the day would not be as fun, but possibly more interesting.
I remember a Seinfeld episode in which George accidentally runs over a squirrel. And he explains that we are supposed to have a deal with them, and they should know to get out of the way. As I was riding along thinking about how big those Redwoods are, and bird landed in the road just ahead of me. I had not time to react, and wasn't able to swerve out of a path that led my wheels to where he was standing. I ran the bird over. I looked in my rear view mirrow and saw him lying lifeless, and another bird flying to his aid, or most likely to comfort him in his last moments here on earth. What happened to the deal!? Why didn't you fly away!
R.I.P.
Tweety
2007-20011
Beloved Husband and Father
Further down the road, with a heavy heart, I pulled over to mourn the loss of Tweety. I went to kick Clyde's kickstand down, and noticed it was already down. Hmmm, that's not right. The spring that hold's it up when riding had detached from the kickstand, making it a limpstand, and impossible to continue riding unless I wanted to scrape every inch of road with it. I tried for a while to re-attach it, but that spring is very strong, and all my might couldn't pull it far enough to re-attach. I came up with the genious idea of using my electrical tape. I put tape around the end of the kickstand, and then pulled it up with the tape, and taped the other end to the my bike. Simple solutions work every time. I drove another 80 miles and got a room in a town with a Harley dealership that could fix it.
The Oregon coast:
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Today I would see the Redwoods! I was pretty pumped for that. I left Eureka! and continued north to the "Trees of Mystery". They are something else. Trees grow out of trees that have fallen, and some grow out of trees that are standing straight up. And the shear size and age of them is staggering.
The rest of the day would not be as fun, but possibly more interesting.
I remember a Seinfeld episode in which George accidentally runs over a squirrel. And he explains that we are supposed to have a deal with them, and they should know to get out of the way. As I was riding along thinking about how big those Redwoods are, and bird landed in the road just ahead of me. I had not time to react, and wasn't able to swerve out of a path that led my wheels to where he was standing. I ran the bird over. I looked in my rear view mirrow and saw him lying lifeless, and another bird flying to his aid, or most likely to comfort him in his last moments here on earth. What happened to the deal!? Why didn't you fly away!
R.I.P.
Tweety
2007-20011
Beloved Husband and Father
Further down the road, with a heavy heart, I pulled over to mourn the loss of Tweety. I went to kick Clyde's kickstand down, and noticed it was already down. Hmmm, that's not right. The spring that hold's it up when riding had detached from the kickstand, making it a limpstand, and impossible to continue riding unless I wanted to scrape every inch of road with it. I tried for a while to re-attach it, but that spring is very strong, and all my might couldn't pull it far enough to re-attach. I came up with the genious idea of using my electrical tape. I put tape around the end of the kickstand, and then pulled it up with the tape, and taped the other end to the my bike. Simple solutions work every time. I drove another 80 miles and got a room in a town with a Harley dealership that could fix it.
The Oregon coast:
Just Like a Woman
Wednesday, June 1st
My goal today was to get to San Fransisco. My original plan was to drive down the entire west coast on the coastal road. But since I am now going north, I decided to take the inland I-5 to San Fran, and then drive the coastal road of Oregon. As I headed up I-5, a friend texted me and said I absolutely should drive up the coast. So I drove 80 miles due west to hit the coastal rode and drive up the coast of California. That was a nice ride! Rolling green fields, and I even saw some buffalo! That was unexpected. I made it to the 1, and started driving up the coast. What a stunning drive that is, and I was glad I listed to my friend's recommendation. I watched waves crash on beaches and smelled the sea as I made my way up the coast. However, 40 miles south of Big Sur, my destination for the day, and just as the driving got really good, now along a cliff's edge with the sea hundreds of feet below, the road was closed. Just like a woman. Beautiful, and as you get further and further, and things start to get really good, she makes you stop.
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I drove 15 miles back in the direction I came from and got a hotel for the night, which was right on the coast and a great place to rest for the night. The next day I drove south a bit further to catch a road that went east to the 101, so I could continue north to San Fransicso. Rolling into San Fran is quite a site. House upon house built into the steep hills. It must have been quite difficult to build this city. An engineering feat. I drove through Golden Gate park and then head straight for the Golden Gate bridge. Another engineering feat. I won't mention the fact that it's not golden, nor a gate.
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I checked into a hotel and checked the weather for the next day. A storm was coming. And it looked like I would only have one night in San Fran, unless I wanted to be there for several days watching it rain. The next morning I jumped on my bike, checked out the famous Lombard Street, then drove across the Golden Gate bridge and headed out of beautiful San Francicso!
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I drove up the coast, again amazed at the scenery. My joy at the scenery was dampened by a light rain that was constant all day. I was getting pretty tired from the trip, and the time alone to think may have been getting to me, so I didn't get as far as I would have liked, taking lots of breaks. I did see some Elk, which I had never seen before. After 281 miles I grabbed a room in Eureka. How can you not say that city name with out an exclamation point. Eureka!
My goal today was to get to San Fransisco. My original plan was to drive down the entire west coast on the coastal road. But since I am now going north, I decided to take the inland I-5 to San Fran, and then drive the coastal road of Oregon. As I headed up I-5, a friend texted me and said I absolutely should drive up the coast. So I drove 80 miles due west to hit the coastal rode and drive up the coast of California. That was a nice ride! Rolling green fields, and I even saw some buffalo! That was unexpected. I made it to the 1, and started driving up the coast. What a stunning drive that is, and I was glad I listed to my friend's recommendation. I watched waves crash on beaches and smelled the sea as I made my way up the coast. However, 40 miles south of Big Sur, my destination for the day, and just as the driving got really good, now along a cliff's edge with the sea hundreds of feet below, the road was closed. Just like a woman. Beautiful, and as you get further and further, and things start to get really good, she makes you stop.
I drove 15 miles back in the direction I came from and got a hotel for the night, which was right on the coast and a great place to rest for the night. The next day I drove south a bit further to catch a road that went east to the 101, so I could continue north to San Fransicso. Rolling into San Fran is quite a site. House upon house built into the steep hills. It must have been quite difficult to build this city. An engineering feat. I drove through Golden Gate park and then head straight for the Golden Gate bridge. Another engineering feat. I won't mention the fact that it's not golden, nor a gate.
I checked into a hotel and checked the weather for the next day. A storm was coming. And it looked like I would only have one night in San Fran, unless I wanted to be there for several days watching it rain. The next morning I jumped on my bike, checked out the famous Lombard Street, then drove across the Golden Gate bridge and headed out of beautiful San Francicso!
I drove up the coast, again amazed at the scenery. My joy at the scenery was dampened by a light rain that was constant all day. I was getting pretty tired from the trip, and the time alone to think may have been getting to me, so I didn't get as far as I would have liked, taking lots of breaks. I did see some Elk, which I had never seen before. After 281 miles I grabbed a room in Eureka. How can you not say that city name with out an exclamation point. Eureka!
Corner #1!
Tuesday, May 31st
On Tuesday morning I left my brother's apartment bright and early for a day trip to San Diego. It was a fairly easy ride and I headed straight for landmark number one, the San Diego Zoo! Corner 1, DONE! I finally felt a sense of accomplishment, and a renewed energy to complete my goal. All the terrible weather has been worth it! San Diego has a much cleaner feel to it than L.A. I went to La Jolla, based on a friend's recommendation, and basked in the glory of reaching my first corner as I watched (now fellow) surfer's ride the waves.
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I headed back to L.A. and went to a bar with my brother to watch the first game of the NBA finals. Unfortunately, the Heat beat the Mavs, and my deep hate for Lebron has not waned.
Thanks Kevin for good times in L.A.!
On Tuesday morning I left my brother's apartment bright and early for a day trip to San Diego. It was a fairly easy ride and I headed straight for landmark number one, the San Diego Zoo! Corner 1, DONE! I finally felt a sense of accomplishment, and a renewed energy to complete my goal. All the terrible weather has been worth it! San Diego has a much cleaner feel to it than L.A. I went to La Jolla, based on a friend's recommendation, and basked in the glory of reaching my first corner as I watched (now fellow) surfer's ride the waves.
I headed back to L.A. and went to a bar with my brother to watch the first game of the NBA finals. Unfortunately, the Heat beat the Mavs, and my deep hate for Lebron has not waned.
Thanks Kevin for good times in L.A.!
Broken Dreams
Friday, May 27th
The sun was happily shining on Clyde and I as we headed west on I-10 through the desert on our way to L.A. Not much to mention on a great ride through the desert, until I got near Joshua Tree in California. It may have been the worst wind I'd experienced so far. But I pushed on and was ecstatic to see the City of Angels glowing in the distance, as evening was giving way to night. I arrived at my brother's apartment in Venice, Calfornia, just after eight. Kevin, my brother, heard my bike as I was parking and came out to meet me. He's got a cool apartment, complete with skylights, just three blocks from Venice Beach.
Saturday we checked out the Venice Beach area, which is filled with all kinds of people, and things to see and do. We watched skaters at a skate park, people playing basketball on the courts, and meatheads pumping iron at the famous muscle beach gym, and oddly enough, some Sumo wrestlers putting on a Sumo display. We took a walk on the pier, and our timing couldn't have been better. Lifeguard trainees walked out on the pier, and had to jump off as part of their final training. It was really cool to see some twenty trainees take the plunge, then race back to the beach!
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Sunday morning my brother and his friend took me out surfing. It was my first time, and despite white-water waves that not a single other soul was out trying to surf that day, we had a great time. I'll definitely do that again. After a hard morning's surf, we stuffed ourselves with In-N-Out burgers. We spent the rest of the day in a coma on the couch. Surfing is hard work!
Monday we checked out Santa Monica Pier, and rode the ferris wheel at my brother's plea. I'm not a fan of slow-moving wheels that put me high in the air, but my brother insisted. It did give a nice view of the beach. After that I took a ride to Rodeo drive to see what all the fuss is about. It looks just like it does during the opening scenes of Beverly Hills 90210. Monday night we hit Dodger stadium. It was $1 Dodger Dog Night! Good dogs for only $1! They played the Rockies, which makes the second time I've seen the Rockies play on this trip. I'm not becoming a fan, though. Chief Wahoo takes up all the baseball love in my heart.
My overall impression of L.A. is that it's a place of broken dreams. Those dreams are picked up by other people with fantasies of making it, only to be smashed again. Pick up the pieces of your dream when you get off the bus from the midwest, but no need to sweep them up when they are smashed, because the next busload of dreamers will pick them up.
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The sun was happily shining on Clyde and I as we headed west on I-10 through the desert on our way to L.A. Not much to mention on a great ride through the desert, until I got near Joshua Tree in California. It may have been the worst wind I'd experienced so far. But I pushed on and was ecstatic to see the City of Angels glowing in the distance, as evening was giving way to night. I arrived at my brother's apartment in Venice, Calfornia, just after eight. Kevin, my brother, heard my bike as I was parking and came out to meet me. He's got a cool apartment, complete with skylights, just three blocks from Venice Beach.
Saturday we checked out the Venice Beach area, which is filled with all kinds of people, and things to see and do. We watched skaters at a skate park, people playing basketball on the courts, and meatheads pumping iron at the famous muscle beach gym, and oddly enough, some Sumo wrestlers putting on a Sumo display. We took a walk on the pier, and our timing couldn't have been better. Lifeguard trainees walked out on the pier, and had to jump off as part of their final training. It was really cool to see some twenty trainees take the plunge, then race back to the beach!
Sunday morning my brother and his friend took me out surfing. It was my first time, and despite white-water waves that not a single other soul was out trying to surf that day, we had a great time. I'll definitely do that again. After a hard morning's surf, we stuffed ourselves with In-N-Out burgers. We spent the rest of the day in a coma on the couch. Surfing is hard work!
Monday we checked out Santa Monica Pier, and rode the ferris wheel at my brother's plea. I'm not a fan of slow-moving wheels that put me high in the air, but my brother insisted. It did give a nice view of the beach. After that I took a ride to Rodeo drive to see what all the fuss is about. It looks just like it does during the opening scenes of Beverly Hills 90210. Monday night we hit Dodger stadium. It was $1 Dodger Dog Night! Good dogs for only $1! They played the Rockies, which makes the second time I've seen the Rockies play on this trip. I'm not becoming a fan, though. Chief Wahoo takes up all the baseball love in my heart.
My overall impression of L.A. is that it's a place of broken dreams. Those dreams are picked up by other people with fantasies of making it, only to be smashed again. Pick up the pieces of your dream when you get off the bus from the midwest, but no need to sweep them up when they are smashed, because the next busload of dreamers will pick them up.
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