
On our way out of Oceano, we stopped at an old train car converted to diner to check email and to firm up plans with warmshowers.org hosts, then headed down old Cabrillo Highway (a.k.a. Hwy1) toward Santa Maria.
About half way in to our route I heard the distinct *ping* of a spoke breaking. I cringed, dismounted, and walked my bicycle to the nearest driveway, which [Read More…]