I am known among my friends for reserving my weekends for biking and things other than “work.” My regular job during the week contains a large proportion of volunteer [read free] work, and most people do their volunteer work on the weekend, so sometimes it’s hard for folks to understand my pattern.
I usually put the bike on the car and go to a favorite trailhead – because riding from the house down 800 feet of elevation is fine, but at the end of a day of biking it can be a real drag climbing the 800 feet back up Twin Peaks to the neighborhood…) Imagine my surprise after loading the bike on the roof of the car and starting down the block when I reach the corner and find several dozen gawkers looking out at the bay. Usually this kind of behavior is related to Fleet Week when the Blue Angels thunder around in our skies. It’s not fleet week.
I continue across town toward the bay, where I frequently start my bike trips, and traffic gets heavier and heavier as I go. Not great. So I park the car, unload the bike and continue on two wheels rather than four.
As I approach San Francisco Bay the shore is crowded with thousands of people. This is unusual…