After competing as an elite level triathlete most of my life I have learned to push my body and mind past what is healthy to see who I can defeat and how fast I can go, nothing has changed on this motorcycle voyage. My competitive streak beckons me beyond my self imposed 300 mile per day limit, I blow past Houston (my planned stop) and push all the way to Austin (600 miles total).
As I roll into the Austin city limits, a certain calm warms over me despite my intense fatigue as I know I will make this my home for the next couple days and finally give my poor bike a rest.
The next couple nights with my good friend and transplanted San Diegan Steve and his friend Gary visiting from Santa Monica, were a blurr of laughter, fine dining and one Shiner Bock after another.
During the day day we visited a private swimming hole with a long rope swing and a large slate rock chaise lounge. We visited Whole Foods headquarters, the center of the universe, a three story mega grocery store complete with a walk in beer cooler and wine cellar.
At night we meandered down neon lit alley ways from one live music club to another.
All around the city I would see stickers, t-shirts and billboards stating "Keep Austin wierd" judging by all the vintage clothing boutiques, privately owned bookstores and ecclecticly dressed locals I think the city is holding suit.
1 comment:
Hey Kevin: Your dad and sis turned me onto your blog. Great adventure, I envy you. Loved the narrative and will look for more. Have fun, oh lean one. Best regards, Alan Miller
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