We got to the airport and hopped in a cab to finally get to Frank’s house! We had talked the whole flight on what we thought Big Frank’s house would be like, etc. Man, were we surprised. We pulled onto his street which seems like it has no reason being in LA. It was a very beautiful road lined with gorgeous ranch houses and horse stables along the way. You know the “Slow Children” signs they hang in neighborhoods, well this area had “Slow Children and Horses” signs. It was such a cool road, especially because it seemed as if we were far off in the country-side, but literally in the biggest city in the United States (which we were about to cross on our bikes!)
We got there and met Frank’s wife Sara, who was extremely nice, but on her way to an event she had planned. She gave us free reign of the house, especially the kitchen (maybe a bad move on her part to give 3 fresh out of college guys kitchen privileges). So we concocted a giant salad, which I like to refer to as “Rocket Fuel”. Rocket Fuel is what we use to refer to any meal you make where you just throw everything in sight into a big bowl and see how it turns out. It was great. So we hung out and looked at all the pictures on Frank and Sara’s walls and waited for our first encounter with Walt. We met Walt and Izzy later that night and shared stories about Bucknell until Sara came home. Sara gave us a crash course on politics, whether we wanted it or not and made Kyle and I read The Constitution in order to justify being able to vote in the future. Meeting new people might be one of the more exciting things I try to do as much as possible. It’s always a new adventure when you have somebody new to talk to and discover their story, one of the very many perks of being lucky enough to be on this trip, meeting everybody along the way might be more exciting than being on the bike.
