Burque Will be Better, But it Might Take a While

Your mileage may vary, as they say, and might be 0.000000 miles not including the grocery store these days, but your humble blogger needs bike rides now more than ever to maintain a balance of mental and physical health.

Bike rides sure beat, for instance, sitting 100% at home following Twitter.

Earlier this unforgettably long week, the first in a series of weeks that will probably go down as the metaphorically longest in our collective lifetimes, I rode out to Mesa del Sol to see how far the U.S. Economy got us here in/near Burque before the latest boom wave instantaneously broke and rolled back.

Here are some photos and an excerpt about another metaphorical wave from Hunter S. Thompson below. Mr. Thompson’s metaphor isn’t directly analogous, not even close, but came to mind as I was rode the lonesome streets in Burque’s now twice-thwarted “town of the future.”

Stay well this pending long “weekend” and beyond, everybody.

mes del sol 2 3.18.20
The corner of Stryker Rd. and Strand Loop, Mesa del Sol 3.18.20
mesa del sol 5 3.18.20
Looking back from what will probably be the furthest SE corner of Mesa del Sol for quite some time.
mesa del sol 4 3.18.20
Panning a bit left to see another large home closer to finished. One wonders how long it might be until folks are living in it.
mesa del sol 3 3.18.20
There was a crew or two working to complete houses, probably one in three hosted such crews on 3.18.20

“Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era—the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run . . . but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. . . .

History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of “history” it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time—and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.

My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights—or very early mornings—when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour wearing L. L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder’s jacket . . . booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always stalling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change) . . . but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that. . . .

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda. . . . You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. . . .

And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting—on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark—that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.”

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