The last 5 days outside San Diego have left room for some retro/introspection, and allowed some thought about life on the road. Not that these thoughts have escaped me so far, only they have been covered up(ignored) by the blazing and amazing adventures I have had weekly for the last 4 months. Being forced to slow down has forced me to deal with emotions & notions that I normally ignore, given the fact that I will be rolling to a new adventure in a few hours, or, I whenever I damn well feel like.
In addition, my goal with this project is to paint the positive (mostly) picture of mobile living, life on the road, and living your dreams. These pages are intended to inspire, not to depress or discourage. Besides, nobody wants to hear a whiny bitch, crying about being stuck in a pretty awesome town for repairs, while the readers are stuck in the typical American rut.
I hope that is NOT how I will come off in this post, or any future reflections.
My intent with this post is to share some reality with readers, and not gloss over the truth about the shiny, sparkling diamond of an adventure I have presented so far. It is still a diamond in MY eyes.
So, the order was placed Friday morning, to get an Ohlins shock sent before close of business on Friday. Then, time to go downtown to find mariscos (Mexican seafood), and see what the town had to offer. Surprise -no where to park. I did find a really nice park alongside the bayfront harbor, only to be surprised by a Baywatch “cop” placing a ticket on my window. I exited, asking him “WTF?”. He said he did not see me, and apologized, but he could not unwrite the digital ticket. He also explained that I was taking up too many spaces. I pointed to the empty parking lot, and asked him was I REALLY causing harm? He apologized again, and told me to appeal it, and gave me a card, to help with the reversal.
So this started the whole pissed-off-ball to rolling. Nowhere to park in San Diego, and there is a TON of stuff to do in this town. Oops, too bad, RV’s are not welcome – 24+ feet? Not allowed. So I have been hanging out in El Cajon, and other outlying communities, spending my money here, and thinking about the plight of the city-dwelling rubber tramps like myself. I am thinking there are not too many of us in cities like San Diego, LA, or San Francisco, as they all have laws preventing parking for bigger rigs.
Maybe it is time to look at smaller rigs?