Tomorrow is the day to vote for many political offices.
So much confusion.
So many ads with claims of a new administration with better policies than the last.
I am feeling guilty as can be by NOT being in my home town to vote tomorrow and for NOT taking the time to fill out an absentee ballot to turn in an a good citizen should when embarking on a multi-month expedition as this one I am on. How can I make it up tp the populous? Perhaps, I can find the email addresses of each candidate who is running for office in my current, temporary community and print them out to hand out at the voting booth to people who really believe their man, or woman, will be serving them well. There is no anger in my mission, only concern for the voting public who clicks a few handles in the booth as if pulling down the big steel handle of the One-Armed-Bandit in the local casino, hoping to win and win big!
So much to think about; Would I need a permit to hand out contact info which hopefully would be used to voice the disatisfaction of the voting public at the way their candidate changed their mind after getting into office?
I was shopping in a thrift store earlier day for a book called Cannery Row, per the suggestion of my friend, M. A.. I searched the shelves of the Yellow Brick Road and the SPCA Thrift Store in an attempt to find this hidden treasure with no avail. But, what I did find was the Accidental Activist! Hmm, it is all making sense to me now. Could this be me? Did this trip start out as a fact-finding mission, and a possible feel-good book about America, destined from the beginning to become a convolution of stories, and just the right amount of fuel to send me in another direction? Politics? Speaking of different directions...
My favorite road is a tangent! I took off earlier today in a southeasterly direction to see the Los Padres Dam near the head of the Carmel River in the Cachagua Region. What a wild ride this was.
By the way, the sign was misleading.
The next 18 miles of this road had more twists than Chubby Checkers in 1960!
On the way up into the canyon, I discovered the road had several narrow passages and an oncoming car would surely send me and Mozi over the edge and a few hundred feet down a steep incline not suitable for street tires or people from Massachusetts.
To my surprize (and trust me, not much surprizes me anymore in life) there was a horrible dirt parking lot at the end of the road and a sign that indicated I was to leave Mozi alone as I would have to hike in another 1/2 mile to see the Dam.
Dam Nation! I guess this wasn't going to be like the Hoover ride. Sorry Mozi, we are turning back. Should I have more trust in people to allow myself to leave my ride, my companion, my Sundance Kid alone to the badgers that may lurk in the woods? Mozi would rather scrape pegs on the way out.
Scraping pegs, for those who, right about now are squinting a bit, is a phrase used by motorcyclists who enjoy leaning into a tight curve to the point that, well, their pegs scrape the pavement! I am one of the above-mentioned people. Mozi sits a little low to the ground and that allows for easy peg-scraping, but does not allow for faster speeds in the curves, so I felt like I was driving a dump truck around these curves. Just don't tell Mozi, it would only hurt her feelings. I did set up my FlipVideo camera on a mount which I strapped onto the right side of my front forks to catch the action to share. I will have to edit, flip, modify and post that video so you may see what it is like to ride on a really twisty California canyon road with some guard rail and some missing. Check back for that posting at a later date.
Mozi on...
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