Prologue
We have five weeks to bicycle from Seattle to San Francisco. We are sure to stop along the way at large volcanic mountains and beautifully sensual beaches. We shall laugh, eat, and ride our bicycles and throw our Frisbee as we did when we were young. As soon as I find #6 (hopefully in Seattle so as not to prolong the necessary), I can relax and enjoy the rest of our trip, making casually amusing commentary into our tape recorder, and dreaming of how famous I will be when my book is published and Ben and I are whisked around the world (all expenses paid, of course) to embark on various adventures.
As long as Ben is in some sort of motion he will be happy. And as long as I have some sort of purpose I will be happy. We are geared and toned; we are prepared and ready; we are more excited than kids at Christmas. And as long as we don’t argue about medicine or God, we should have a grand old time.
We leave on Tuesday.
Five weeks, fifteen hundred miles, one kiss.
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Comment by D
June 14, 2006 @ 8:47 am | Link
I’ve only just listened to the Prologue, but so far, it’s quite good. Smooth, wry, self-effacing–all one comes to expect from 21st-century personal narrative and travel writing. I’ll listen on.
So, cool website, man. The comments above are hilarious: they sound like our students, who so rarely read/listen for depth. They’re shoppers through and through.
Anyway, one needs no critics to continue with one’s art, so press on . . .
D.
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