The Condo has been sold, and just last weekend we did one last look at it and I moved the last thing we had up there.
My Wife’s Monster.
We don’t really have much parking space where we are living now, it’s all street parking for now. So we left it safely in the covered parking garage at our condo for as long as we could. Now that the condo has a new owner it was time to move it, and so I went up and rode it to my parents home. It will live there for the winter while we find it a nice new warm garage for it.
Riding it down the San Francisco Peninsula to my parents house and basically mirroring my old commute I had a interesting realization. I found my self thinking that my new commute really does suck compared to my old one. Highway 280 is gorgeous even on bad days, and riding down it after the really big storm we had last week it was in all it’s glory. With heavy clouds still in the sky, but with the setting sun shining around them, it was just beautiful. I had one of my motorcycle moments.
One of those moments when I’m so incredibly glad to be alive, and so in the world, struck nearly to tears being amazed at how amazing it all is. The air was so fresh after the recent rains. I really wanted to stop and take a picture and try and capture it to share with you all, but it was getting dark and I had time restraints.
My new commute is nothing like this bliss. It’s often an effort to stay alive and get home in one piece. The Fremont hills are pretty when I get to see them as I crest the Dumbarton Bridge. But I rarely get to look up and see them, since I’m normally too busy scanning the road for the next thing that can ruin my day.
It’s funny how much I relished taking the Long Way Home, not realizing that my “normal” commute was nothing of the sort.