I hit the road on my shiny bike today. I felt good but didn't plan to ride very far. The sun was shining, birds were screeching (they don't sing around here), and the roads were wide open.
I saw my favorite blue hue on a BMW parked on the street. BMW call it Estoril Blue - after a district in Lisbon, Portugal, where a famous race course is located. Here's the blue:
Here's the district in Lisbon (thanks to Wikipedia Commons). You can see they are used to blues.
We (like Portugal) are in a Mediterranean climate, so we have blue skies too but lots of brown as well. No water, no growth. Here's a typical vacant lot.
Here's a view of the valley where I was "retreating" this week, up in the mountains east of San Diego. Not much water on the hillsides but they do irrigate in the valley.
The retreat distracted me so I couldn't ride for 3-4 days - and no I didn't take my bike up with me as it was a 2-mile rough and gravely road in and out of the camp. But I digress - let's come back to today.
I rode around for awhile, then headed back home. Along the way I passed the Hosteling International's home for weary, visiting, round-the-world cyclists.
