I rode back to LA today. It was more than 500 miles! I stopped at Dateland for one of their famous date shakes, then pounded to Yuma for a double double cheesburger at In and Out, then slammed over to El Centro for a refill of gasoline. In this stretch of highway you can see the large fence separating Mexico and the USA. I recalled a time, i think it was back in 2007, when I was passing this way on my LA - Nova Scotia ride. I remember looking over at Mexico and feeling so enchanted by the mystery of what that country might be like. I remember feeling like Mexico would be like uncharted territory, something wild to experience, a place to go that would change me and surprise me. I kept riding on then, but the feeling that was sparked never went away. I felt a great sense of fulfillment and accomplishment as I rode this stretch of I-8 today. It was a “full circle” feeling…it made me feel self affirmed in my desires and I made thunderous noises of triumph. But nobody heard me.
A breath was let out. Life is very good.
Tomorrow I fly to celebrate another man’s life in St Louis. My Grandfather.
Then hit the slab for almost 200 more miles without a break to past San Diego. Riding north was beautiful: the sea was there, large rainy clouds and the sun was shining down, getting ready for bed. I made the last 60 miles in what seemed like the blink of an eye, and all of a sudden I was home, where I had set off from almost 4 months ago to the day, family pouring out of the house to hug me and play with me.