The “Dolphin”, being the name of this lovely motor home (trust me, it says it on the front), looked almost angelic with this big fluffy hound enjoying the view of Ocean Beach from its honeymoon suite.
I spotted The Dolphin last night while biking around on Lady in Red–my new road ride. Shortly after taking the photo I pedaled up a major hill, veered off the pavement, and headed down a magical dirt trail. Then I fell and bloodied my knee in the forest. A creepy man stood 20 feet away and watched me struggle to stand. I chuckled and shouted that I was in fact, “OK”. He didn’t acknowledge this and instead just stood eerily still and stared. It was a very awkward interaction from afar. Once I brushed off the dirt, I successfully turned around as planned and left the dirt trail behind.
Then I saw an adorable raccoon. I wanted to pet him so bad and hold his little hands in mine. He made some cute chirping sounds and shook his fur. I was impressed.
Then I biked back down the hill, through the park, and fell once again. This time at a stoplight just down the street from my house. I foolishly forgot I was clipped in. Bruised the other knee and my calf. Ego was also slightly bruised. Falling in clips is a very slow, clumsy mess. It’s just kind of dumb. I get a good laugh whenever it happens and I’m sure the people in view do as well (minus creepy, silent hiker man).
Obviously I’m still adjusting to clips and their corresponding white slippers. Quite an adventure. Pumped to try it all again tomorrow morning.
