Friday I get the call that my part is in. I think a weekday would probably grant a less crowded border crossing, so I decide to stay the weekend in Lake Jackson. The following day, on my drive to to pick up my part in Houston, I realize just how bad the air pollution is in this city. Coming from 50 miles out in the country, I can compare the difference in air quality. It hits me all at once. At first, I think there’s a smoky diesel on the road ahead of me. It’s so bad, at times I hold my breath. There is in fact no diesel truck, it’s just the normal air entering the city. Houston has some redeeming qualities, though. There are a number of fine museums, and quite a few awesome people I’ve met who live and play there.
Read More “9: Windy on the Gulf”Monday night, John and I meet up at the park with our friend Kyle who brings some balancing toys. Each of them have a few months unicycling experience, and I, none. I’ve wanted to learn how to unicycle for years now, but never took the initiative. I make a good amount of progress over the first hour. I can’t stay balanced for more than a few feet before having to bail. Physically and mentally wore out, I jump on Kyle’s creation, The Tall Texan, and cruise away from my mosquito swarm in the cool night air.
Read More “8: Mexico-bound”The night of Wednesday the 6th I begin preparing my bike to leave in the morning. Around midnight, shortly before going to sleep, I feel the onset of a sickness. I push aside the thought of getting sick with hope my attitude will lead by example and show my body to recovery overnight. It does not, and the next morning I awake feverish with a mild dizzy headache. My initial desire of getting up at 8AM collapses and I remain under the covers for another 2 hours. When I awake, I’m greeted with my grandfather’s egg and pancake breakfast. This gives the much needed nutrition to start the day properly.
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