Beach Babes

26 mile solo bike ride.  Up County View, along the Miwok Trail, across Coyote Ridge, sat on the point for a while between Muir Beach and Pirates Cove before heading down slope to Muir Beach.  Foggy, cold, June ride; soaking wet and shivering from the fog, sweaty and panting from the elevation climb.  Then rode up Shoreline past the Buddhist camp and the turnoff to Muir Woods, sped down the eastern side of Mt. Tam into the valley to catch the Mill Valley-Sausalito trail to the end of the piers past downtown Sausalito.  Then all the way back to Tennessee Valley.

But the highlight:  An all-girl surveying squad traipsing Muir Beach with maps, compasses, and tape measures, preparing the beach for the upcoming restoration project.  I sat there on the beach with my bike and just watched for a while.  So hot.

Cougarman!

Sounds like a superhero, looks like an old asian dude on a trikey-scooter swooshing through Tiburon.

Selective Perceptions

Her: "I try to pretend that urinals don't exist."

Knitting Your Way to a Finer Ass

Sitting outside JoAnn in Corte Madera is like sitting outside a fitness club.

Hot, healthy female bodies in spandex coming and going.  Just have to ignore the 50 and 60 year old faces atop most of those bodies.

Carmel-by-the-Sea

My random old man voice: "Let us go make out on the beach at sunset!"
Her: "I love that you chose his voice for that."
"Whose voice?"
"Sean Connery."

PCH: Pacific Coast Headaches

From the backseat, all the way down the costal road to Big Sur:

C: Mom!
O: What?
C: Mom!
O: What?
C: Mom!
O: What?
C: Roar!
HAHAHAHAHAHAH!

Me, to H: It's like a knock knock joke that I just don't get.

New Mexican in a Strange Land

Are we in Santa Cruces yet?

Roadtripping as a Dude

You never really need to pee.  You just figure, well, she's gone six times, and I haven't really touched my penis in a while, so why not?