Though this beauty confuses me and if not for its dynamic I might grow bored. Maybe the great lakes will welcome me the same as Seattle and Oakland, who knows or really cares?

I may be having too much fun with the extra budget I've been earning but the inspiration earned from riding uphill in Piedmont for miles and miles just to visit the veteran's graves paid off visually. Imagine if you will, the bay framed by family grave sites, oak trees and my swift sliding cigarette plumes.

Here's to open roads, train tracks, un-secured wifi, 16 speed bicycles, nicotine, espresso and professional independence.

A note to Charles Bukowski: thanks for the big steamy beer shits, they have helped.