Oakland, CA
The day before we were dropped off on the South Side of San Francisco to begin our pedal trip, Rush and I ran around Oakland taking pictures of the concrete landscape. It was not the last of the grey jungle we would see but for sure the biggest display until we would reach the never ending network of Las Vegas. Oh, and right after hanging out under the overpass we ran into a buddy of mine I had known from Charleston, the same town we were about to spend the next three months venturing to, just setting the tone for the ridiculous irony that this big ole country is so good at serving up.
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