So the threatened rain never materialized; I didn't realize at the time I may have been dodging it all day.
Well, not exactly "day," the trip down to San Ysidro was only ~120 miles. I filled up with gas at the station right at the entrance to I-15, then joined the stream heading south--which for some reason was barely doing the 70 mph speed limit. Heavy enforcement in the area? Dunno...
Nothing good to say about that ride, nothing memorable, nothing outre, nothing problematic. GPS always says "215" vs "15"--looking at it, doesn't seem like it should matter, and there's a transition where SRs60 and 91 intersect with it that's always a bit hairy, but ok.
Seemed a bit strange to pass my 'going home' off-ramp, but I needed to continue down to San Ysidro to finish the Tour. Found a gas station clogged with Mexican-plated vehicles (what happened to cheap Tijuana gas?), filled up and got my receipt, then headed over to the post office.
Crowded on a Wednesday noon, but fortuitously there was a single parking spot open, right in front of the sign. Dug out the 'proof' towel, draped it over the windshield and took a bunch of pictures--checked to make sure at least one was usable:
...then packed everything up and headed the 20+ miles up the 805 to home.
All my apprehensions notwithstanding, it was a fairly uneventful trip. Well, except for the fried phone, and the falling-apart Aerostich, and the sometimes-reluctant-to-boot-up GS, and...
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