Spring Stormwrack
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tmcgOn a recent hour of shoreside biking before sunset on one of the first nice days after a lot of chill gusty raininess:
A lanky wiry graying craggy-faced guy in a Jimmy Page tour T-shirt who if he wasn't an aging roadie or rocker should have been, and whose shirt made me think of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thenetwork and ksol1460.
A woman standing smack in the middle of the bike lane, smack on top of the giant painted letters that say BIKES ONLY, talking on her cell phone.
Three different couples at intervals of at least a half-mile making out in exactly the same position.
A set of guys who go for a leisurely ride every day at that time on bikes modified to be twice as high or twice as long as an ordinary bike, as if through some Daliesque warping. It occurred to me that it must be difficult for one of the low riders and one of the high riders to hold a conversation. But they don't seem to talk; they just ride along, smiling.
Impressive, roiling breakers, and a sea that seemed to be made of light; a haze gathering, which the lowering sun angled into and turned into distant golden mist.
A guy sitting on a bench playing guitar under the sound of the surf.
Tiny adorable dogs, including a terrier that made me think ofakaspeedo and a long-haired Dachshund that made me think of chardinsmith. A huge gorgeous Malamute that made me think of the dog I had when I was a kid.
A guy riding toward me when the sun was behind me, who gave me The Look (a combination of leer and "I'm too sexy for my bike") as we passed, and who seemed oblivious of the fact that his nose was running snot that the angled sunshine turned into a gleaming river of molten silver between his nostrils and his upper lip, somewhat detracting from The Look's desired effect.
I was laughing so hard over the lecherous snotmonster that I didn't notice anything else on the way home.
A lanky wiry graying craggy-faced guy in a Jimmy Page tour T-shirt who if he wasn't an aging roadie or rocker should have been, and whose shirt made me think of
thenetwork and ksol1460.A woman standing smack in the middle of the bike lane, smack on top of the giant painted letters that say BIKES ONLY, talking on her cell phone.
Three different couples at intervals of at least a half-mile making out in exactly the same position.
A set of guys who go for a leisurely ride every day at that time on bikes modified to be twice as high or twice as long as an ordinary bike, as if through some Daliesque warping. It occurred to me that it must be difficult for one of the low riders and one of the high riders to hold a conversation. But they don't seem to talk; they just ride along, smiling.
Impressive, roiling breakers, and a sea that seemed to be made of light; a haze gathering, which the lowering sun angled into and turned into distant golden mist.
A guy sitting on a bench playing guitar under the sound of the surf.
Tiny adorable dogs, including a terrier that made me think of
akaspeedo and a long-haired Dachshund that made me think of chardinsmith. A huge gorgeous Malamute that made me think of the dog I had when I was a kid.A guy riding toward me when the sun was behind me, who gave me The Look (a combination of leer and "I'm too sexy for my bike") as we passed, and who seemed oblivious of the fact that his nose was running snot that the angled sunshine turned into a gleaming river of molten silver between his nostrils and his upper lip, somewhat detracting from The Look's desired effect.
I was laughing so hard over the lecherous snotmonster that I didn't notice anything else on the way home.
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Date: 2003-04-15 08:23 am (UTC)Biking is the best way to explore a new neighborhood. Cover a lot of ground but really see everything, and easy to stop and pull over for a longer look if something warrants it.
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