The only other time I have ever been to San Diego was 30 years ago as a part of our honeymoon, a journey that is still on going for me with my still lovely bride, but for Tina, she might have had serious doubts even then. We actually took the train from PA to CA, mostly camped for 2 weeks with a few of those nights being in motels, 3 nights on a houseboat on Lake Powell. Two of those nights camping were in San Diego. I grew concerned as to my bride's happiness as to the format of our honeymoon itinerary when on the first night of camping (below Carmel on the beautiful CA coast), it poured, the tent flooded and she was sick. Sick? I like to refer to it as the occasional stopping to talk to the sea lions. "Barrrrffff". She did feel much better the next night after one final push from the insides. No sea lions there, but the folks camping next to us had to be impressed.
30 years ago and 30 additional pounds on me vs 1984. Ok, maybe an occasional more than 30 lbs. I'm sure on the 30 years part though. Like hydration, mentioned earlier, eating is important to a ride. If it was the ultimate indicator of riding ability, I would be a legend, world famous. Therefore, you don't hear folks shout, "Eat like Larry, ride like a champion"! I believe more in riding to eat. Ride hard, eat without remorse. I have gained weight on week long bike trips where we ride endless hours and grueling miles.
This trip, the 14 of us riders will share in the buying, preparing , cooking and yes, cleaning of our meals. I say this openly as Tina has said she has better things to do than read the thoughts of a traveling husband, so I don't worry that these duties will follow me back home. I don't pretend to be a cook. Have zero knowledge of this activity. If you can't microwave it, then you can order it. I just don't have a clue.
I managed to demonstrate that fairly quickly this morning, here at the Point Lomo hostel. Serve cooking/served pan cake batter was there for the pouring. I poured, wrong griddle I think, but when the smoke cleared, literally, and the smoke detectors finally shut up, no one asked me to grill them up anything.
I was so embarrassed. First day! First impression! But, with some isolated time of reflection, yet an inspiring moment. If I simply screw up just more thing, who in their right mind would want to have anything to do with food prepared by Chef Larry? Have to be careful when I do this next SNAFU, but it will happen of that, I am sure, even if I try not to.
Lol....chef Larry!!
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