9/14/19
It has been a hard grueling week and the ride today will just add to the theme of distance, heat, and exhaustion but we all arrive safely just as a tempest from the East hits Phoenix.
Author: Nick Patrone
I am an Italian American citizen with dual citizenship who retired from the full time practice of Medicine in 2014 ; I still work as a volunteer MD in rural North Carolina.
This site offers you stories of my travels when away from home...
Day 6 The White Rabbit Returns
Day 5 A Lesson Learned
9/12/19
This is a story of learning …A lesson in eating humble pie.
Day 4 The Desert
9/11/19
Well I made it. I am exhausted. 93 miles across the desert in 8 1/2 hours. 3 hours of climbing over a low mountain range.
110 F on my handlebars. 12 liters of water and I am still a prune.
Here are some pictures. Those are the Chocolate Mountains, we crossed through a southern gap but still 1000 feet up.
Time to sleep…
Day 3 Playing with Fire
9/10/19
When I was a teenager my friends and I would have fights with match guns. Made from clothes pins the small wooden catapults would launch a self sticking match up to 15 feet blazing away ignited by the friction of leaving the “ gun”. Amazingly we never got burned but I did nearly set a couch on fire in the basement of my house.
The dumb things we do as “ kids”… Continue reading “Day 3 Playing with Fire”
Day 1 The Red Line
9/8/19
9000 years before the Great Pyramids were built the Kumeyaay Indians were an active civilization in Southwest California, now what the maps call the expansive San Diego County.
9000 years…
Day 2 :Jacumba Hot Springs
9/9/19
The Priest is Naked!
As I pulled into the church yard after an exhausting day our only female route leader came over to me a little flushed. “ Nick, when I got here the priest was asleep naked on a pew! He covered up when I awakened him but told me we were in a nudist colony for the night!”.
well, well…
Day 0 : I Don’t Know Who I Am…
9/7/19
As I walk to the grocery store this morning to buy supplies for the first week of the ride all is calm and quiet on the San Diego Boardwalk.
I pass two young beauties dressed in skimpy bathing suites…everybody has a perfect body here… I hear one say to the other “ I don’t know who I am…”
A few steps later I turn to my right to see HER nailed to the wall and wonder if SHE knows who she is…
“ ,,A piece of driftwood”… she whispers to me…
Never be surprised by California…
Ressurrection
7/13/19
Well… as many of you know, my trip up the East Coast this year was cancelled due to family illness. Things are better now and with much encouragement I have decided to ride the Southern Tier again. I have spent the past few months in my art studio
and now am trying to decide whether I will write stories this year or send out watercolor paintings from the passage through the Southwest, Texas and the Deep South.
Just 8 weeks from now I will be in San Diego staring East 3070 miles to Florida wondering if yet again I have lost my mind.
Flossie is Starstruck
2/10/19
Departure Minus 10 weeks.
Gulliver certainly developed a perspective on life…
Could we all be so lucky in our travels.
Time Travelling with a Guardian Angel 