Bike Odyssey 2014 – Day 26 (June 11) – Dream Biking

Can’t stop riding even in sleep. Biking all through my dreams. Joe says this is bad and I need to rest. So today, in beautiful Point Richmond north of San Francisco where my old pal Matty, former student, brilliant fiction writer and inventor of menglish, a unique form of the English language, lives with his lady, Molly, I have only two engagements so far, both in Berkeley. Steve wrote to ask how we manage with laundry. It is indeed the big question. Never mind negotiating 18-wheelers at 80 mph. Laundry. I take shirt and underclothes into the shower. There’s usually a shower on campsite. Or in motel. I save up motel soap. Dissolve in hot water. Add clothes – and trample as needed. Shirt collar after a day on the road looks like I’m a coalminer. Scrubbed against itself, collar comes out of the shower acceptable. These are the ancient arts.

Last night I dreamt about my father. I don’t remember ever doing that before. But he was Julian Sands, or Julian Sands was he. Made an admirable Rex. I hope this is a good omen.