I was walking around Jimmy Mac’s back porch, barefoot, when his wife, Gail (Gale?), said something like it really feels like winter. I was in shorts and short sleeves and just picked a bunch of fresh oranges off their tree. I was wondering what Gail was noticing that gave her the inclination that winter had arrived? Yesterday was cooler, but in the mid 60’s. Today is in the lower 50’s, but damp. It is supposed to be raining all afternoon again. Maybe that is winter in Southern California? I don’t know, but it feels alright to me. I rode 3 1/2 hours yesterday through Rancho Santa Fe, but I did have arm warmers on when I started.
I went down the hill this morning to have breakfast with Don and Sue in La Jolla. There are tons of great places to eat. There is also a farmer’s market. I posted pictures a few months back, but I’ll put a couple more here. It is amazing how big and all encompassing the thing is. So many choices of fresh vegetables, bakery items, rugs, jewelry, etc. I bought a couple cinnamon rolls and called it a day.
I’m going to ride a little now and see how it feels. I have a head cold. I think it is from the dusty races last weekend, plus the Santa Anna’s blowing in from the desert, but maybe it was from flying here. I don’t know. I don’t feel that horrible, but can envision feeling a lot worse when I get back to Kansas in a couple days. I feel like I’m kind of teetering on the brink of getting well or going to the dark side. The cross race isn’t until this afternoon. I’ll know more about my body and the weather by then.
And these photos are for Ted, who didn’t like my picture from a couple days ago of “exotic” cars. These photos were all taken in a 100 meter walk, parked on the street. You know, out for the Sunday drive, breakfast gaunt.