Smells of the Road
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I ride in my neighborhood, I like the smell of food cooking. In the AM usually breakfast, bacon! After lunch barbeque, mostly on the weekend. Oh yeah the smell of laundry too.
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Most of the time riding in and around Ventura County is a treat for the olfactory senses. Strawberry fields in the summer, the orange blossom in the spring. Cilantro, onions, even peppers. And the flower farms in Montecito (OK tecnically that is Santa Barbara County) with roses, tulips, and lavender. All smell so great.
And if your ride takes you near the ocean, on a stretch of PCH, you can smell and feel the salty ocean spray.
It is a great feeling and I feel blessed to be able to ride in such wonderful place...now if only my broken ankle would heal faster.
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My sniffer don't work so good. Off and on I catch different smells. My favorite is the smell of fresh baked bread from Bimbo Bakeries near work.
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But then I googled it: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bimbo_Bakeries_USA
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Ever hear of TastyKake? Used to ride by the bakery until it moved to the same industrial park and flavors business.
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I thought you were making that up!
But then I googled it: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bimbo_Bakeries_USA
But then I googled it: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bimbo_Bakeries_USA
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The trail near me passes behind an Indian restaurant. (Sargam). They start cooking at about 9:30 in the morning. If I pass by around 10 the air is filled with the smell of pungent spices. Too sharp for my nose, but an hour or so later when the spice has cooked down some it’s just delicious. I’ve actually only eaten there a couple times, it’s what my wife would call generic Indian. She takes me to some more specific places. Sure smells good at the right time of day though.
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Never heard of TastyKakes. Maybe they don't distribute in the west?
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Back in the late 90s they tried to go national. I rode across the country in 1999. At some café/store in Rugby, ND I saw some of their pies. I was shocked. They never really caught on though back then. Not sure*if they have made another stab.
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Have lived in the South for most of my life. We have plenty of scents around here. The usual suspects - dead skunk, possum, raccoon, armadillo... One always makes me smile, though; kudzu (the plant that ate the south) smell like grape soda when it’s bloomimg in August and early September. Reminds me of when I was young.
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Stepped off the big bird at Osan Air Force Base in Korea and on that hot June afternoon a smell hit that was the worst thing I ever encountered. I was raised on a farm, so I know about awful odors. I asked what is that burning, take your breath smell? They told me the Koreans spread human waste on their rice fields in the winter when they are frozen and now they are out wading in the muck and mire planting their rice. The smell would have made our sewage disposal plants smell like a perfume factory. To top it off, in the winter, their homes were heated by “ondol” heaters. In the low lying areas in the villages, the air is so full of the stinging, eye burning gases that I literally could not ride. The air was so polluted that it resembles the Chinese cities today.
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Paul Fournel has an essay about the smells of cycling in his book "Need for the Bike."
It is one of the best cycling books ever written.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/...d_for_the_Bike
-Tim-
It is one of the best cycling books ever written.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/...d_for_the_Bike
-Tim-
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The sweet/heavy smell of Tarweed on an August morning.
The smell of wet earth during the first light rain shower of fall.
The smell, like strong coffee, of a distant skunk... not so pleasant if aforementioned skunk is any closer than 1/4 mile away.
The starchy smell of blooming California Buckeye.
At this time of year the sweet sharp smell of the piles of crushed grapes fermenting in the sun behind every vineyard.
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The smell of wet earth during the first light rain shower of fall.
The smell, like strong coffee, of a distant skunk... not so pleasant if aforementioned skunk is any closer than 1/4 mile away.
The starchy smell of blooming California Buckeye.
At this time of year the sweet sharp smell of the piles of crushed grapes fermenting in the sun behind every vineyard.
Brent
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The sweet/heavy smell of Tarweed on an August morning.
The smell of wet earth during the first light rain shower of fall.
The smell, like strong coffee, of a distant skunk... not so pleasant if aforementioned skunk is any closer than 1/4 mile away.
The starchy smell of blooming California Buckeye.
At this time of year the sweet sharp smell of the piles of crushed grapes fermenting in the sun behind every vineyard.
Brent
The smell of wet earth during the first light rain shower of fall.
The smell, like strong coffee, of a distant skunk... not so pleasant if aforementioned skunk is any closer than 1/4 mile away.
The starchy smell of blooming California Buckeye.
At this time of year the sweet sharp smell of the piles of crushed grapes fermenting in the sun behind every vineyard.
Brent
No wonder people move to Cali.
I’ve got laundry smells, skunk, and the Kronic.
...to be fair, that’s in the city by the University.
In the country we have... i dunno, tree and leaf smells.
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On my commute...
The fragrant eucalyptus trees from San Leandro creek behind the house.
Leaving the house, the deep, rich chocolate smell from the Ghirardelli plant on the other side of town.
Leaving San Leandro, the smell of baking bread from Iliana's bread company, As Kneaded Bakery.
Passing through east Oakland, the hanging smell of burnt rubber from illegal sideshows.
Further north into Oakland, the smell of delicious beginnings from the tortilla shops and taco trucks.
Past the halfway point, the smell of fire and waste and the homeless condition at East 12th St in Oakland.
The sour, sweet, rancid dumpster smell from the mystery juice filling the gutters in Oakland's China Town.
The industrial fresh scent of the laundry from behind the YMCA.
Heading home, the smell of corn and grain as I pass the Miller Milling Company at East 7th St.
The smell of chemicals and fertilizer from the golf course in Alameda.
The musky, marine odors blowing off the Oakland Estuary and San Leandro Bay.
More smells of low tide and the heavy scent of spent jet fuel from the Oakland Airport as I pass Oyster Bay Shoreline.
The familiar smell of wort, hops and beer from 21st Amendment brewery.
The acrid smell of exhaust as I pass over the 880 freeway.
Finally, approaching the house, the smell of the Morning Glory climbing out of the creek trying to claim the fence as its own.
Someday, I'm gonna miss all of it.
-Kedosto
The fragrant eucalyptus trees from San Leandro creek behind the house.
Leaving the house, the deep, rich chocolate smell from the Ghirardelli plant on the other side of town.
Leaving San Leandro, the smell of baking bread from Iliana's bread company, As Kneaded Bakery.
Passing through east Oakland, the hanging smell of burnt rubber from illegal sideshows.
Further north into Oakland, the smell of delicious beginnings from the tortilla shops and taco trucks.
Past the halfway point, the smell of fire and waste and the homeless condition at East 12th St in Oakland.
The sour, sweet, rancid dumpster smell from the mystery juice filling the gutters in Oakland's China Town.
The industrial fresh scent of the laundry from behind the YMCA.
Heading home, the smell of corn and grain as I pass the Miller Milling Company at East 7th St.
The smell of chemicals and fertilizer from the golf course in Alameda.
The musky, marine odors blowing off the Oakland Estuary and San Leandro Bay.
More smells of low tide and the heavy scent of spent jet fuel from the Oakland Airport as I pass Oyster Bay Shoreline.
The familiar smell of wort, hops and beer from 21st Amendment brewery.
The acrid smell of exhaust as I pass over the 880 freeway.
Finally, approaching the house, the smell of the Morning Glory climbing out of the creek trying to claim the fence as its own.
Someday, I'm gonna miss all of it.
-Kedosto
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On my commute...
The fragrant eucalyptus trees from San Leandro creek behind the house.
Leaving the house, the deep, rich chocolate smell from the Ghirardelli plant on the other side of town.
Leaving San Leandro, the smell of baking bread from Iliana's bread company, As Kneaded Bakery.
Passing through east Oakland, the hanging smell of burnt rubber from illegal sideshows.
Further north into Oakland, the smell of delicious beginnings from the tortilla shops and taco trucks.
Past the halfway point, the smell of fire and waste and the homeless condition at East 12th St in Oakland.
The sour, sweet, rancid dumpster smell from the mystery juice filling the gutters in Oakland's China Town.
The industrial fresh scent of the laundry from behind the YMCA.
Heading home, the smell of corn and grain as I pass the Miller Milling Company at East 7th St.
The smell of chemicals and fertilizer from the golf course in Alameda.
The musky, marine odors blowing off the Oakland Estuary and San Leandro Bay.
More smells of low tide and the heavy scent of spent jet fuel from the Oakland Airport as I pass Oyster Bay Shoreline.
The familiar smell of wort, hops and beer from 21st Amendment brewery.
The acrid smell of exhaust as I pass over the 880 freeway.
Finally, approaching the house, the smell of the Morning Glory climbing out of the creek trying to claim the fence as its own.
Someday, I'm gonna miss all of it.
-Kedosto
The fragrant eucalyptus trees from San Leandro creek behind the house.
Leaving the house, the deep, rich chocolate smell from the Ghirardelli plant on the other side of town.
Leaving San Leandro, the smell of baking bread from Iliana's bread company, As Kneaded Bakery.
Passing through east Oakland, the hanging smell of burnt rubber from illegal sideshows.
Further north into Oakland, the smell of delicious beginnings from the tortilla shops and taco trucks.
Past the halfway point, the smell of fire and waste and the homeless condition at East 12th St in Oakland.
The sour, sweet, rancid dumpster smell from the mystery juice filling the gutters in Oakland's China Town.
The industrial fresh scent of the laundry from behind the YMCA.
Heading home, the smell of corn and grain as I pass the Miller Milling Company at East 7th St.
The smell of chemicals and fertilizer from the golf course in Alameda.
The musky, marine odors blowing off the Oakland Estuary and San Leandro Bay.
More smells of low tide and the heavy scent of spent jet fuel from the Oakland Airport as I pass Oyster Bay Shoreline.
The familiar smell of wort, hops and beer from 21st Amendment brewery.
The acrid smell of exhaust as I pass over the 880 freeway.
Finally, approaching the house, the smell of the Morning Glory climbing out of the creek trying to claim the fence as its own.
Someday, I'm gonna miss all of it.
-Kedosto
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One of the more pleasant smells are the weeds and grasses on a late Aug evening on the roads out of town.