The lure of the road calls again.  Another bike tour, this time with my buddy Tony who lives next door to my grandpa in Ventura.  Two Dummies on tour.  Recently Tony has relented to the Lure of a Surly Big Dummy.  I admit, my cargo-esq rants of Surly-dumbdom had coaxed those greenbacks out of his wallet.  Now to venture forth from the town of Good Venture and into a semblance of wilderness, NorcCal Devo style.

    Our objective?  Eureka of course!  Its there where I hope he will find the good tidings of Life Outdoors, while I’m not so sure the man is of the ilk to draw from the depths of his mind, perhaps another favorite ranting of the sounds of an adz, I admit that The Lure of outdoors, perhaps London-esq and Thoreau, tossed in with a bicycle, Devo and The Outdoors, NorCal, Kings Range, where the US Hwy department simply turned inland to continue HWY1, giving way to the Sinkyone Wilderness, deeming it to wild to pave.

    What a haven I hope it to be.  What a crime it seems to have been, in our modern quest, my heart tears at the very notion of being free, of proper wit, and character to live life off of a Land so abundant in Natures Bounty.  Those days long gone.  Not a Grizzly Bear in California, other than the representation on our State Flag.  The salmon, the rivers, the elk, and the people, subjugated to our very own Republic. 

    Life on The Bike with grandiose ideas that I’d be free out there in our State approved and cordoned off campgrounds, whilst blissfully pedaling along bulldozed dirt roads, is a adventure that I am quick to jump into.

   Eureka!  Humboldt!  Lost Cost, Kings Range, Sinkyone Wilderness.  By God, I hope them-thar hills is alive.