Wearin' off the Fuzzies
lola got her new metzler on the back yesterday morning. was preparing
stuff for potluck dinner last night, so i only got in about 50 miles.
today i ran up the Delta (ok, on 680, not 4) to Cordelia, and
something said, "Futher" so we went to Fairfield, on way back home
on hwy 12. 12 is fun, but it's two lanes with a lot of blind curves
and cagers and bikers out to break land-speed records. yes, it
has a lot of fatalities. i decided to fuel up before setting down
that stretch, and pulled off in downtown Fairfield, not to be
confused with the Freeway Pitstop called Fairfield. Fairfield
is tiny, with narrow one way streets (SUV's park on the right, narrow
lane for carriages, horses, cars and bikes on the left) old victorians,
big trees, beautfiul in a very old-timey california way. folks
settin' out on their porches sippin lemonade, this bein' a hot day.
No gass stations. none. zip. at a corner i asked a nice old man
where i could find such a thing. he directed me back to 12, next
exit, "probly the cheapest gas in California". then asked if was
heading to Rio Vista (via 12). i said yes, he said, "you be careful."
and i had the wierdest feeling that sound had stopped. i looked
at him, he looked at me, the wind started up again blowin his
white hair and i heard that little voice loud and clear. i said, thank
you, maybe i'll just go back home on the 680. he nodded. i took 680
back... made it home
fine and dandy, ya never know how stuff woulda gone if you'd travelled
the other road, do ya? all totaled, about 120miles, tire still looks
and smells new.
picture from "Up the delta" (Sacramento river delta), that's mt.
diablo in the distance, across sacto river. i live on the left hand
side of mt diablo: