i’m not really looking forward to driving into los angeles. but a few things make it worth it: 75 degree weather, beaches, and the bicycle kitchen. this is the eighth bicycle collective/cooperative i will have met, with one more in tucson, arizona. it’s been over four months on the road and over 4,000 miles traveled.

it was a difficult goodbye at the bike church yesterday. i grabbed a few more shots of the new immaculate space, complete with fresh paint, dozens of bikes, parts and tools, and exhausted but satisfied volunteers. of all the bicycle collectives i have documented, i have spent the most time, by far, at the bike church in santa cruz. i hope to get some footage and photos up here soon, and notes on what i have learned. but if you could see me now–sitting in my truck in the parking lot of a days inn next to highway 101–then you might understand this moment. i’m still on an amazing trip complete with bicycles and new friends, mountains and oceans, hitchhikers and highways; but, yes: i can’t wait to get home.