
I got off the bus at Seaside along with another guy from London (not the same guy riding to virginia) who was also planning to stay at the hostel. His name was Luke, and he was taking a year-and-a-half off of work in order to do a world tour. He said he's been to over 50 countries, and he's still got another year of traveling to go.

Luke and I had a great night without Nicholas's company. He gave me his information and told me that if I ever went to Europe, he could set up all sorts of places to stay. Really cool, really smart, all-around awesome guy. At around midnight, some Indian people from Seattle joined Luke and I in our dorm room. We shot the shit for an hour, I showered, and we all hit the sack.
The next morning (July 6th), I didn't get the early start I wanted. I was on the road by 9:30, and was dead set on hitting the 100 mile mark by the end of the day. Less than one mile into the ride, my left foot started to knock off the panier with my heel. The panier would get caught in my back spokes, bringing me to a screeching hault. Then I noticed the nuts that were holding my rack to the frame were loose, and that the rack was bent and crooked. I ended up tying down the left panier to the rack with some nylon cord, I tightened the nuts, and seing as how the crooked rack didn't seem to cause any problems, I let it be.
I rode all of 110 miles that day, pulling into Beverly Beach exactly 12 hours

When I got to Beverly Beach just before sunset, I met six other cyclists who were also riding south down the coast. The first two faces I saw were Kristen Ragland and Christian Sojoerein, who were trying to build a fire. Kristen had set up the big logs in an awkward tee-pee shape, and with the help of Christian, she was finally able to get it started.

Kristen was travelling down the coast with her friend Katie, and they are both from Alabama. Katie teaches Freshman in high school about computers and Kristen does outdoor programs with disadvantaged adults out in Utah. These girls are hilarious. When I rolled up, Katie was on the edge of the camp-site trying to find that perfect spot to get cell-phone reception so she could talk to her brand new Mr. Charming back in Alabama--and as I already mentioned, Kristen was failing to light a pile of dry wood on fire.
I soon learned that Christian was born and raised in Sweden and lived there until he was twelve, when his family decided to move to Madrid, Spain, where he currently lives.

There was a Canadian couple who happened to be riding along the same route. Shannon and Colleen-- by far the most energetic and fun-loving people I think I've ever met.
Some of the people mentioned above happened to be camping at the same cites a day or two prior to my meeting them. Apparently, they had began to decide to stick together and last night, they invited me to ride with them. It might not be a bad idea, but it sounds like they only want to do a 60 mile-a-day average, as where if I ever want to make it down to San Diego, I'll need to average at least 100 per day. But today knocked me out. I don't know if it is going to be possible for me to make it down to San Diego by the 20th to meet my family.
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