The title for this entry really should have been the one for the entry about the owner of the Bay Bridge Hotel. Has anyone realized that 90% of the titles are song titles? One more story about Bay Bridge woman… She asked me why my parents named me Beau, she sounded incredulous. I asked her if she had been to Woodland Park Zoo, and if she knew who Bobo the gorilla was. She said that yes, indeed she had been to the WPZ and seen Bobo, and even knew about Bobo’s girlfriend (Fifi). Anyways, the point of the story is that my parents named me after a gorilla.
Today was the longest ride yet, Crescent City to San Francisco. Just over 355 miles, says Google. There was more wind, rain, and this time 3 snowy mountain passes (though not on the road, thankfully).
I’m at Seth & Bonnie’s apartment for the night (and maybe tomorrow night). Seth has always gone out of his way to help people out and I’m happy I know him. We met on IRC ~8 years ago. When he found out I was into programming he had me write some MEL scripts for him; that eventually led to me moving to Los Angeles and working at Zoic Studios, which then led to me moving back to Seattle and working for Isilon.
Pretty tired after the ride today, I almost fell asleep watching THX 1138. A bleak vision of the future, but an important way to remind ourselves what we should be fighting against. Pictures delayed until tomorrow.
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I am so excited to learn that your parents named you after BoBo.
The story I heard, which is the accurate one, is that he was named after Bo Bo the clown. His parents were totally smashed out black tar heroin when they named him and later when he asked, that just happened to be the last news worthy story his parents had heard that they blacked out in a pool of their own vomit.
It's a touching story he tells, but it's only half true. He was named after Bo Bo alright, but it was Bo Bo the 42 year old, live in his parents basement, deal drugs on the side party clown.
You win some, you lose some.
"I wandered out like a haggard ghost, and there she was, Frisco - long, bleak streets with trolley wires all shrouded in fog and whiteness. I stumbled around a few blocks. Weird bums, (Mission and Third) asked me for dimes in the dawn. I heard music somewhere."
I'm pretty pumped at your 355 mile ride. How's your gas mileage doing with the luggage, weight and aerodynamics being off now? How many miles can you go on a single ride between points?
I've kept all my gas receipts and plan to match those up with the GPS eventually but until then the short answer is "long enough that my ass starts to hurt."