It’s raining. And I’m going to spend the day in the library.
It’s raining. And I’m spending all day at the library.
Some of you might think that’s not very exciting – but I do. I can’t remember the last time my schedule allowed time to go the library, to write a blog, or to read a book. What a luxury it is to have time to read!
Which reminds me, I have one last hymn of praise for the humble town of Placerville. If you go, visit The Bookery. It’s three big rooms of beautiful used books in perfect alphabetical order. I bought, America – Classics That Defined The Nation, an anthology of short stories. It was recommended by Edward, he sorta runs the place. He also told me about the DeLorme Atlas Publications, which include details of the road less taken. If you bump into Edward, say hello from Palettefoot.
Only a stone’s throw from Nevada and the sublime experience of riding the country’s ‘Loneliest Road’. It made my delay in South Tahoe not entirely unwelcome.
Only a stone’s throw from Nevada, with the country’s ‘Loneliest Road’ just ahead, my delay in South Tahoe was not entirely unwelcome.
The automated answering service, at the DMV in Sacramento, had a call back time between twelve and twenty-four hours. The wait time at a neighboring small town DMV was a lot less, so I went there. The title and registration couldn’t wait, it had to get done before leaving California – and this was my last chance.
With an appointment for the following day, I had some time to kill. I rode the south shore of the lake and met a nice lady who’s been riding since 1968. Her husband was a famous Triumph motorcycle mechanic and aficionado. It was comforting to hear her stories about their numerous and how she felt it was a very safe way to travel. They rode several times across the country, as well as trips to Alaska and South America. She had an unlikely biker look about her – you’d think she was a high school English teacher, before you ever imagined she use to race motorcycles.
She was a teacher, though, she was a college professor of Chemistry and Physics.
A surprising amount of people have nostalgic feelings for motorcycles. It’s not just the bearded old goats who like to talk about bikes…the most unsuspecting characters do as well. The locksmith in Woodland, or the kindly old gent behind the counter at the hardware store… and now the Chemistry professor in South Lake Tahoe –– all of them share an common affection –– motorcycles.