I went from my home in Escondido today to meet with an upholstery fellow in Poway who will be modifying the Russell Day-long seat on my Bassa. It was crafted for a previous owner who was shorter than I.
We agreed to meet again next week when I'll drop the bike off, and I called my wife and let her know I was going to try to recover from a shitty week at work by riding. I went out the east side of Poway, thinking I'd double back to Esco, but wound up going to Ramona, where I still could have doubled back to Esco, but kept going until Santa Ysabel, where I had lunch and called my wife to tell her I was actively resisting going to Arizona or Mexico.
She reminded me I had money in my pocket if I wanted to ride until I needed to get a hotel someplace. I went to Julian and fueled up, went to Descanso and visited the library there, where we discussed my possibly donating 200 keeper hardcover science fiction books. Then down to the 8 West and north to the 15 - 133 miles of sanity reinforcing riding.
I was thinking of giving the bike away because it needed turn signals - I feel better now.