California Bicycling

Have you ever been to Southern California? In thethe real thing. A nearby poster of an underwater
winter time? The weather there is absolutely amazing!scene made a perfect background for a picture of the
Except for a few weeks in January, the days are allmobile. The result fooled a lot of people into thinking
sunny, in the 70s, 50% humidity, and cool at night forthose fish were real!By now it was one o'clock and by
sleeping. No air conditioning is needed and very littlethe advice of a local, I traveled to a restaurant which
heat in the winter. One July a few years ago I spenthad in its window two huge vats of gleaming stainless
two weeks visiting my brother in Oceanside, Californiasteel surrounded by shiny clean pipes, valves and all
for a summer vacation. My wife, Marianne, decided tothe paraphernalia needed to make beer. My kind of
visit her friends in Munich, so we took separaterestaurant. The deli inside made me up a huge
vacations - a great idea to recharge the oldsandwich accompanied by a frosted mug of their own
batteries.After a wonderful breakfast of buttermilkbrand of beer, a strong, but light ale with a definite
pancakes (the real thing, my brother is a great cook), Ihops flavor. Delicious.Retrieving a double set of my
borrowed his bicycle, strapped on a backpackphotos from Motophoto, I retraced my steps and
containing a good mystery, a cherry yogurt, mydropped off the extras to the owners. Of course I
notebook, a book of poems I wrote and my camera.refused any payment, thanking them for being so
Three miles south led me to the charming town ofgenerous with their time and making my stay in
Carlsbad. I noticed a stained glass store and stopped inCalifornia a pleasant one. A few days later I was
to talk to the owner and watch him work on aapproached by a young man whose mother owned
beautiful piece of his own design. I took a picture ofthe fish store and asked me to take a few pictures of
him with his piece over by the window so the morninghimself for use in his acting career. I did so and
sun could highlight the rainbow of colors in the glass.Onaccepted the cost of the enlargements. I hope he
the left a few streets further I saw a dance schoolmakes it.During the next two weeks I made many
letting out. I took a picture of one of the aspiringfriends on my rounds in Carlsbad. One day was spent
dancers as she put on her dancing shoes. I introducedon a nice fourteen mile ride down the coast along the
myself to the dance instructor and promised to bringocean. The scenery was magnificent! Another day
the picture to her later in the afternoon. The subject Ifound me riding the coastal train on a trip up the coast
chose happened to be the instructor's daughter, so sheto La Jolla. The conductor was nice enough to allow
couldn't wait to see the finished picture. A wonderfulme to take my bike on the train. Some other highlights
aroma of baking bread caught my nose and I bicycledincluded a session with a piano teacher who politely
around until I found the source. A small arcade oflistened to my songs, offering some expert advice, and
stores contained a bakery which served coffee anda visit to an artist's shop. The artist, who was in his
Danish on a covered patio. This spot became anineties, rented a small ramshackle bungalow on the
favorite of mine in the next two weeks, enjoying amain street on the outskirts of town filling the front
second breakfast and talking with the regulars. A fewroom and porch with his paintings. They were priced
were even poets! One of the regulars mentioned thatreasonably, and seemed to be worth every penny.
he didn't have any hobbies but he liked to collect pokerOne I liked was a painting of a red chicken I swear
chips. A few days later I came across an antiquelooked casually annoyed. He claimed that one of his
store. The proprietor said that on of the antique boxespaintings, bought by President Kennedy, hung in the
he had for sale contained some old poker chips. HeWhite House. I noticed that he didn't have any food to
said I could have them all for two dollars. They madeeat and asked him what he liked. He answered that he
the poker chip collector very happy. Of course I had tosometimes made a big pot of black bean vegetable
take a picture of the lovely Mexican girl behind thegoulash on his hot plate which kept him in food for a
counter with all those long loaves of fresh bakedweek or more. So I went to the local outdoor
bread.In the center of town stood a lovely fountain in avegetable market and bought all the necessary
small park. Across the way I spied an unusual boutiqueingredients and left them on his porch. I counted this as
selling fish related items. The owner painted beautifulmy good deed for the day. Much too soon I was
pictures of exotic fish, framed and matted them forhome again, sporting a California tan, a bunch of photo
sale. Among her creations was a mobile of variousmemories, and lots of story ideas.
reef fish made out of tin and hand painted to look like