[Composed before D. Touche's posting on quakes & insurance, but I didn't post it for a while.]
Despite the calming effects of distance running for fitness, I'm generally a quivering mass of angst, in the best of times, so imagine what I'll be like when the Next One happens in Cali.
It'll be worse than the starting scrum of the Bay to Breakers race! There hasn't even been a significant quake in my neck o' the CA woods (or what's left after wildfires) for years, but it's only a matter of time before Gloom and Doom come knockin'. (I hope I've already met my maker by then). My Republican neighbors even agree with me. Many a room with a view will become a tomb for a few.
After the Next One hits, there'll be a few more refugees fleeing from Cali, and some will even plant roots in Tornado Alley. Out of the frying pan, into the fire. Or is it the other way around, in this case (what with the wildfire trends of late)? They will want to post here about how, because earthquake insurance was a challenge to afford in CA, they won't be able to rebuild in situ, but because the Internet will be down for ages in quake-ravaged California, they won't be able to cyber-b*tch for a while.
That is, those (and me?) who have survived Earthquake Central.
Others (and me?) will be found in their running shorts and Nike shoes flattened under fallen brick facades. Well, every day is a perfect running day in Cali, until the walls come tumblin' down, and the walls come crumblin' crumblin', and the walls come tumblin' tumblin' downnnn.
(With apologies to Ron Cougar Reagancamp, a late Californian Republican, for pinching some of his lyrics.)
The event will give new meaning to the term "running BOOM".
Ain't Cali the perfect locale, give or take a few major issues?