Yesterday I was sitting at my desk and had just placed a call to New York, when a few seconds after introducing myself to the receptionist that answered the phone, my stomach started doing flips in my belly and my eyeballs began rolling around in my head.Yesterday I was sitting at my desk and had just placed a call to New York, when a few seconds after introducing myself to the receptionist that answered the phone, my stomach started doing flips in my belly and my eyeballs began rolling around in my head. At first I thought I though something was seriously wrong with my body and maybe I was going to pass out. But them I looked across the hall and saw Courtney Halowell, the editor for our bagger magazine, and he had that sort of “I feel sick” look on his face as well. Then we both realized that is wasn’t use it was the building, but to go even deeper it was the ground—it was an earthquake. The epicenter was about 15 miles from our office.

As soon as I realized what was going on, I told the receptionist “let me call you back, we’re having an earthquake,” as I was hanging up the phone, I could here the receptionist so “oh no, oh my!”

The quake lasted about thirsty seconds, and shook our building pretty good, but luckily there was no damage and no one was hurt here at the office. After waiting about 15 minutes for the phone lines to clear up, I called back to NY and the receptionist recognized my voice and said “well that was a quick earthquake,” and I said, ‘yeah they don’t last too long.”

That’s just one of the risk we take for living in southern California. Even though we might be able to ride our motorcycles 365 days a year, we do have to watch out for collapsed overpasses and sunken in sections of freeway due to earthquakes. I guess no place is perfect.