Not a Short Story

Just got back from my ride. Originally in my head the plan was to do the usual route down coast highway and turn around in south Carlsbad, that sort of changed. I made it to Escondido when i stopped for a burger and a beer since i hadn`t eaten lunch and was still feeling the Sangria. It was at that point i decided i was going to ride all the way to San Diego (40 miles one way) and go to the Mardi Gras festival, fuck it. But once i hit 16 miles my legs said hell no. Lets just said Dubai was not very good for me physically, i was struggling. Also keep in mind i`m riding a fixie long distance, which is about as good as a child`s Huffy with bigger wheels and tubeless tires. So at 16 miles i hopped on the coaster to give the legs a break. I didn`t even buy a ticket or even think about buying a ticket. And yet no one bothered to ask me for one, so i caught a free ride today. Didn`t find anything i really wanted to photograph today except for this older man on the train. I didn`t bother asking him if i could because i was lacking some confidence at the time, most likely because i was out of breath still. Solid leg pump. I`m just happy i got a decent ride in this week before we go climb San Jacinto this weekend. And Monday i will finally break in my downhill bike, super excited.