The wacky misadventures of the SF->Google/south-bay bike commuter gang
Thursday, May 7, 2009
as usual, i arrived at peet's long after 6:30, quickly turned around
as no surprise riders were present. i saw no sign of trinh in the park
and figured he was probably ahead of me, and got on some random dude's
wheel instead. this was great, since i ride ridiculously slow if i'm
alone with no one pushing me. i did my best trying to maintain a
conversation at > 170 bpm as we rode down great highway. as expected,
i was dropped as soon as the climbs started and i continued alone,
hoping that trinh was behind me after all and that he'd catch up.
it was beautiful in sf but summer has started in daly city so you
could barely see the taillights of cars 100 feet ahead through the
fog. the junction of skyline/280 is always a favorite, but crossing
two lanes of traffic coming from the freeway is even better when the
traffic is completely hidden in fog. i guess if i was an ostrich that
would mean there was no traffic.
usually the fog clears up before the awesome descent, but that did not
happen. dammit! that meant i didn't dare to go at 40 mph. and i like
going at 40 mph. fortunately the fog magically went away at the second
part. whee! so i got my 40 mph after all.
SCT was uneventful, boring, and trinhless.
canada was uneventful, boring, and spaceless.
whiskey hill rd, however, was eventful. i heard this PSSSCH sound from
my front tire. uh-oh! since my previous tire was so awesome and i
never got any flats, and thus no practice, i'm pretty slow at fixing
flats. but once i was done, i was going to roll away and... saw that
the rear tire had a flat too! what was this, some kind of tandem
flat?! well, unfortunately i had only brought one spare tube and i
don't even own a patch kit or a saddle bag (scrotum, as i hear they're
called). so i had to wait around until someone could help me. two guys
came by and i got a patch from them, and continued on to sand hill
sand hill road was uneventful.
junipero serra, however, was also eventful. the patch came loose and
again i had to wait until someone could help me. a fine gentleman gave
me his spare tube and, severely delayed, i was finally on my way
again. three flats! usually i go on bike rides when i'm frustrated but
what if it's the bike ride that's frustrating? then what do you do?
get drunk? i'm in b43 if anyone wants to bring me a beer.
for once, palo alto being uneventful was a good thing.
i may now hold the record for slowest skyline: total time from peet's
to slice was 04:02:23.