Date: 06/01/2016 Wednesday
Starting Location: Belmont, CA (Lea’s House)
Ending Location: San Carlos, CA (My Home)
Starting Odometer: 6838
Ending Odometer: 6843
Mileage Today: 4 Miles
Mileage Total: 4 miles
All about today…
Today was all about finalizing my move, and getting my household goods packed up, and shipped to South Carolina. I’d like to think that this was a straightforward activity, but between the mistakes that I made, and the last minute changes to the scheduled pick-up time, everything fell apart. As friends were calling me, asking how things are going, I simply replied… We’re at DEF CON 5 – And we’re not sure how any of this is going to work out.
The details of the move
I did a poor job of estimating the amount of stuff in my house. It seems that I’ve done a fantastic job of not only buying stuff, and filling up my house, but I am apparently so efficient in placing things in cabinets that I’ve been able to tuck away a lot more stuff than anyone could have imagined.
So, when the movers showed up (3 hours later than scheduled), they looked at all of my stuff and said “I’m not sure we can fit all of that into our truck”. And so began the chess game of packing my stuff into boxes, and then packing the truck. The process started at noon, and continued until 11:00 PM, when the truck finally pulled away.
I put on my gear, and got ready to go…
The drop zone
You can’t see it in the picture, but directly in front of the bike is a good amount of garbage, and recycling that we produced. My bike was parked so that it was 1/2 in the garage, and 1/2 out of the garage. So, the apron of the garage has my bike parked on it, and it also has a huge pile of trash and recycling.
So, I decided that I would push the bike forward, moving it delicately around the trash, and parking it so that I could mount it, and drive away. Now, before I go on, I need to set the context…
For anyone that is a biker, and who owns a big adventure bike, you’ll know that these bikes are tough, and when riding out in the wild, it is not uncommon to drop the bike. I’ve seen a number of examples of fellow bikers who dropped their bike while pushing it up to the gas pump as a group of riders was refueling. So, when I describe what happened next, please try to think of things with all of this as context.
So, I start to push the bike, and I’ve moved it forward about 4 feet. I put the kickstand down, and I attempt to let the bike rest on the kickstand. It just so happens that the garage apron has a bit of an angle to it, and as I was leaning the bike over, it was also still moving forward just a little bit. So, when the bike’s kickstand hit the ground, instead of holding up the bike, it folded the kickstand into it’s regular storage place.
Of course, I did not know that the kickstand had folded, so when I let go of the bike, it started to come over. I tried to fight it, but after my accident in 2013, I’ve learned my lesson, so I just let the bike fall, and did not fight it.
It’s 11:15 PM, I’m exhausted after getting up at 3AM to prepare for my move, and now I’m looking down at a fallen hero. I believe that it’s the US Marines that say that they will never leave a man behind, so as I channeled the entire Marine branch of the military, I reached over, squatted down, and hauled that beast to it’s logical and prominent place on the garage apron.
And so it was that I left my home, more with a whimper than with a bang. But, at least I was leaving and the trip was starting.
A change of plans
I had intended to be done with all of the moving work by 3PM, and to be in Alameda by 5PM. Paul, Lea and I were going to celebrate Lea’s birthday. But, by the time that we were done packing, and noticed that it was 11PM, it was no longer safe for me to make the 30 mile trip to Lea’s place in Alameda.
The trip to Lea’s place would have been entirely on several of the busiest highways in the Bay Area, and considering how tired I was, it did not make sense to make the trip to Alameda. So, once again, Paul stepped in to help. At this point, I have to mention that over the last 3 days, I’ve had a number of friends come by to help me pack. Each time a new friend came over, I reported to them that I was about 95% done with packing.
Well, now I can see that it seems that I unknowingly lied to all of these friends. i guess I’ll publicly apologize for misleading them, and thank them for the help.
Paul helped me pack during the final push, and he was awesome. But Paul did even more; As I stood there exhausted, about ready to collapse after working for about 20 hours, Paul offered to let me spend the night on his futon. I immediately accepted, and off we went to Paul’s house.
The trip to Paul’s house is only about 3.5 miles, and it’s on roads that I know like the back of my hand. Not to mention the fact that it’s now 11:15 in San Carlos. Can you say “Sleepy little town”? Of course there’s no traffic, and of course the trip would be fast, easy and uneventful.
We arrived at Paul’s place and he opened his garage to me so that the bike could sleep overnight indoors, and be ready for the real trip to begin the next morning.
Now, it’s midnight, and we’re all exhausted. It’s time for bed, and it’s time for that restlessness to be parked in a dark place so that I can get some sleep.