Coast to Cactus Tricycle Expedition
Okay, so in the last post I mentioned that I’ll be at the Recumbent Cycle Convention. I also tossed out that I’d be getting there on my trike. As many of you know already, I reside somewhere on the central Oregon coast, and this recumbent convention is somewhere in the warm regions of southern California. And, you may also recall that I sold my final petroleum consumption machine (AKA: car) in December 2008 as my holiday gift to my planet. Yes, I’m drifting more towards the radical side of life the older I get, but I’m sure having a heck of a lot of fun doing it! Trikes are a real hoot!
Well anyway, I had so much fun on my 2009 Death Valley Tricycle Expedition that I will be leaving on yet another overland journey. In the tradition of expeditions (expedition makes it sound more important), the Coast to Cactus Tricycle Expedition has now been born, and will follow part of the prior journey’s route. I won’t be going to Death Valley this time though, because pedaling out of the lowest place in North America is UP in a big way. When you’re at the bottom, over 200 feet below sea level, there is only one way to go, and that means pedaling long steep endless grades! You may have read that story by now.
As life often goes, we forget all the negative aspects of what really happened, focus on the positive, and go right out and do the same thing again (just like females who have a second baby). If you wish to learn more about this glorious endeavor, please click HERE to visit the page. The reason for my upcoming trek? All that way on a trike to attend the recumbent convention? Nope (my apologies to producer Charles Coyne). It’s mama’s day celebrating her entrance into the 85th year of life, and you probably know that no one is more important than one’s mama, right?
The convention just happens to be an hour from her house by car. Gads, I’ll probably drive her car to get there from her house, simply because she wants to visit her sister, who lives close by the fairgrounds, while I’m at the show. My apologies to any living creature who breathes air as mom and I streak by in her old 1995 Chrysler Cirrus (with only 77,000 original miles by the way), polluting the atmosphere on Interstate 15. Want a classic Chrysler? She’ll probably sell it to get a Mini Cooper, or some other way cool rig to impress her friends. Anyway, more info to come …