Day 5: Monday, June 7. In Turlock, CA (still). 10 miles.

I spent the morning looking for a rear rim to replace my cracked one. Unfortunately, no local shops (even in Modesto) had 36-hole rims of decent quality. It seems everyone nowadays is using 32-hole rims. So I'll have to wait till Tuesday morning to call back to Santa Cruz and get a rim shipped overnight.

Another quest is for a doctor to look at my knee. I don't know what I expect from this exercise (besides, of course, spending money). Perhaps I want to hear some miraculous suggestion that will eliminate the problem. But I don't think that I will find such a suggestion.

I saw "Raz" (the guy with the homemade recumbent) again and finally got some photos.

Picture (from a photo) of Raz's bike decorated for Xmas
Picture of Raz on his bike
Another picture of Raz on his bike

The mechanic at one of the bike shops, Randy Jones, and I started talking about my trip and what it could be like to be a nomad. He had been "retired" for a few years after being an alarm salesman, and now is working as a bike repairman because he likes it. I invited him for a beer after work, and he invited me over to his house.

Randy has raised five children and three foster children, the last ten years with David, his partner.

David (on left) and Randy

Now that the kids are growing up and moving out of the house, he and David are considering what it would be like to become nomadic. Their house could make them some money, and they could lighten their load of possessions and hit the road in a fifth-wheel trailer. I think I encouraged them. I wonder if this desire to become nomadic is something that hits people in their 40's. I don't have the excuse of my kids growing up and leaving the house, but maybe it's a generational thing.

We talked until late, then I rode back to the motel, getting a chance to test out my lighting system (which works surprisingly well, considering that it's hard to tell that it's on).