...in my back.Leaving for the Worlds in the wee hours of the ayem. IAD to SFO, direct. Still have to box up the bike—which amounts to deconstructing the new build I just threw together this afternoon—and pack my gear and clothes. Oof!
Perfect timing...got some kind of mystery back pain, lower right side, sharp stab that hits every now and then depending on my movement. Not like me, but there it is. We'll see if it lingers into Sunday.
Taking the laptop with me, so I'll try to throw together a recap (or part of a recap) of the event soon afterwards. Until then...
"But it was that beautiful cut of clouds I could always see above the little S.P. alley, puffs floating by from Oakland or the Gate of Marin to the north or San Jose south, the clarity of Cal to break your heart. It was the fantastic drowse and drum hum of lum mum afternoon nathin' to do, ole Frisco with end of land sadness—the people—the alley full of trucks and cars of business nearabouts and nobody knew or far from cared who I was all my like three thousand five hundred miles from birth-O opened up and at last belonged to me in Great America."
—Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler
