In the evening Nic reports that Randy almost had to drag him out of bed and onto a bicycle. “I felt like I wanted to die,” he says, “but Randy didn’t take no for an answer. He said he would pick me up, so I got ready. Randy was there and I got on my bike and felt like shit, didn’t think I could pedal down the block, never mind up the coast, but then I felt the wind, and the memory in my body took over and we rode for a while.” There is some life back in Nic’s voice, and I am left with a hopeful image: Nic on his bike in the Southern California sunshine, riding along the beach.
