05/30/2025
When I rode across the country 50 years ago I kept a journal Here is what I wrote on my first day of riding.
5/28/1975
San Jose to San Mateo
Long days journey into the sun
1) I was out of shape
2) I climbed a mountain
3) It was 96 degrees.
So all in all it was a miserable day. I made it to San Matteo but totally cutting out route 1. I’m staying with Tinka tomorrow to relax.
Adventures on the road. Leaving was a rushed and batched job. Marcia had to go to work so they dropped me off in San Jose where I had to pack up everything in the middle of a shopping center. I had to ride on a heavily traffic road. My first riding on Moody Road was tough – as steep as bad mountains in Pennsylvania – but it was early and I had energy. The day heated up and the flies came in swarms (but the Cutters, when I finally dug it out and used, it worked fantastic) I didn’t drink too much water, I didn’t take an easy and drove myself too hard. I got a headache and it was an overall “bad trip” despite the lovely scenery. At lunch, I stopped in this “commune” called “the land” only people didn’t eat collectively. I was offered some shriveled lettuce which could only make me sick. (I ate it like a fool). The people there were into advanced hippy stage. The barn was totally run down. The place a total anarchy.
Met up with another advanced hippy. Calls himself Woodstock. Doesn’t remember anything, carries around a yoga book and preaches natural foods.
Well, I finally got so sick that I had to stop. Stopping meant resting on graveled forest, with flies eating me up and cars whizzing by. I still couldn’t move for a half an hour. The sun was pounding down, so whenever I left my shaded area, I felt sick. I finally went to this house off the road. Everybody was naked. They asked me in, gave me apple juice, let me take a nap and were very considerate.
California is the most flipped out place I ever seen.