Farewell LA, Hello USA. My Schwinn and I do the USA – 1973 (Part 3)

I lounged in Venice for a week. My sister there treated me well--I ate, I slept, I pedaled the walkway winding back and forth by the beach. I watched backwards skaters, bikinis, weightlifters, and vollyballers. I built up reserves for stage II: LA to Denver. But mostly I rested my rear. The blisters healed, and … Continue reading Farewell LA, Hello USA. My Schwinn and I do the USA – 1973 (Part 3)

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Hitting the Hiway. My Schwinn and I do the USA – 1973 (Part 2)

I’m not a morning person. I wasn’t the day I started. I did a noon goodbye to the Mission District at a café with a murky coffee and a 99 cent, two-egg, greased sausage special. About two, I finished strapping a small, cheap, down sleeping bag, a sheet of plastic, my coat, and a change … Continue reading Hitting the Hiway. My Schwinn and I do the USA – 1973 (Part 2)