Lovers Point, Pacific Grove, California


Parked on the sidewalk in front of a restaurant on Alvarado Street, sat a bike strapped to a trailer with a tent made of tinfoil. Oh, that’s hilarious, I thought, whoever made it must be paranoid of “Government Rays” or “G5.” I grabbed my camera and snapped a photo.

“That’s something, isn’t it?” a man said, as he approached, sporting a shaved head and a week’s stubble. Thinking I’d found someone else to enjoy the spectacle, I smiled and nodded in agreement.  “It’s made of three layers,” the man said. “The first is Mylar for insulation, the second is a blanket for warmth, and the outer shell is tin baking pans.” Oh, he’s the owner, I thought. I hope I didn’t insult him.

“It’s very cool,” I said. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“I tried to make it look like an Airstream,” the man said with a smile.

“Wow, and that’s a nice bike.”

“Thanks, I saved up for it. I had a six-foot trailer, but it got hit by a car.” He paused and glanced down the sidewalk. “You know ten people will yell at me with all this anger. There’s so much anger. And then one person will have all this love. We need more love. That’s what the world needs to do, come together with more love, and everything will be alright.”