When I was watching Storm Chaser Greg’s special report this morning I pretty much blew it off as another one of his exaggerated and irrational “dangerous” weather alerts. Like most forecasters all over the country, he thrives on sensationalistic weather reporting to keep the viewers watching, and he’s usually wrong. This time, however, I should have heeded his warning.
Not only is the sun an agent of painful sunburn and long term skin cancer, but it also causes blindness by piercing into your eyeballs while riding your bike.
Native Californians are used to the sun, of course. They get to enjoy sunshine something like 350 days a year. They have almost as many sunny days as they have Electoral Votes which, I might add, they put to good use this year.
But the residents of Hastings’ California are easily mesmerized by bright sunshine. They fall into a false sense of being warm even when the air temperature is only about 40-degrees (F). That’s what happened to me today, as you shall see a little later in this post.
My venture into Hastings’ California began (and pretty much ended) with a trip to the beach. After all, that’s what Californians do. Words like “snow” and “cold” are foreign concepts to them. They ride their bikes and hike and surf and golf and play soccer in beautiful weather all year round. (They even get into college on crew scholarships thanks to their year-round rowing opportunities.)
So, I get to the beach and pull out my book that I’ve brought along to read while sunning myself on the beach. I’ve heard that California is even more liberal than Minnesota. I thought I should catch up on some liberal literature. Luckily I’ve kept most of my books from my college days.
I’ve also heard Californians are very laidback, fashionable, and ultra-cool. I wanted to fit in, so I dressed myself in my best California-chic outfit. This is what all the cool dudes and chicks wear . . . isn’t it?
It didn’t take too long under the hot sun before I started feeling that false sense of heat stroke. I thought maybe I should cool off with a quick dip in the Little Pacific Ocean.
That concludes this series of rides to the Cycle365 neighborhoods of MY Town. It might have been a clever gimmick for a while, but the novelty has worn off. I look forward to taking a break and just concentrating on the various challenges we have going on.