arriving as I did at Ritual in the predawn blackness @ 06:20 to find it utterly empty, I at once feared I'd gone to the wrong coffee place. so I ordered an elaborate Clover-made Kenya AA and took my sweet time going over the fine points of their sustainable farming practices and roasting. mmmm.
anyway, while that was brewing, a swarming hive of riders appeared all at once in a mighty torrent, and soon 21 spandexed gladiators jammed the place to the gills. one nameless rider even had the temerity to order a drink at 06:35, take it to go, and show everyone how to drink it while riding, perform a spectacular endo, fly over the bars, and end up standing/grinning, coffee unspilled. do not try that at home!
that drama subsided, we made our way down Mission and up the usual Guadalupe Canyon road toward the MSB summit. like clockwork, the powerful M. Gaiman launched his attack, and held off his pursuers to the zenith. frustrated and vexed, xton, mark, and ariel launched a rival attack up Radio Rd. without waiting for any argument on the subject.
having never ridden RR, I was personally delighted by the misty, fog-shrouded forest, which rained giant drops upon us, and found the pavement and grade very satisfactory.
the view was obscured by swirling mists and fogs, but it was still awesome and much recommended.
the next variation, the burlingame lagoon, was pleasant and sunny, and that would have been that if Lorenzo had not attempted a difficult power-slide at the bridge entrance, which resulted in wreckage of man & machine. rear wheel destroyed by spoke pulling thru the rim bed, he carried on to a local shuttle stop and was checked off as a casualty of the road.
next was coyote point, which was universally hailed as lovely and philosophical. no wrecks.
2 variations were skipped in the interest of time: the san mateo hill detour of kinetic sculptures, and the Lider Lollipop. another day.
total miles: 50 even. time: 3 hrs. riding.
side note: for the 3rd day in a row, another challenged raged -- could Space actually bake *another* breakfast treat, even more delicious than the last? the vegas oddsmakers had it at 7:1, considering the banana-espresso-chocolate muffins of tuesday, but incredibly this feat was accomplished, and today's treats were ravaged well before ride's end. again, all who failed to attend should throw themselves from a bridge and end it all, since your lives are unworth living.