justin was in the city today, getting his car serviced, so we decided to meet up in the morning to get a ride in before he had to pick it up. zach woke up late (shaking my head) because his alarm didn’t go off, so justin and I chilled at the bridge, nerding out on our garmin/powertap setups. so much technology at the fingertips, it was such a bad idea (good idea) getting up to speed with cycling goodies…
anyway, we rolled out after zach came, and started riding towards sausalito. we rode through the city and out onto the bike path, at which time I realized that my flatland speed had improved a little, but definitely not enough to keep up a sustained effort. at least my spin was decent. we road through mill valley, and hit muir woods. I hadn’t been back for about 2 weeks, previously worried about not being fit enough to make it out towards the city. the first half of muir woods is semi-residential. you’re basically going through streets in a quiet, hilly neighborhood. the grade isn’t too crazy, but it’s definitely more difficult than the main roads. we made it to the top, and dropped off to the backside – cue above photo, by zach.
the climb out went much more smoothly, except for the fact that I had to hear the beeping time bomb that was zach’s garmin saying, “oh no, max heart rate!”. after descending down, we tacked on paradise loop, which would add a bit of mileage, and give us all a chance to spin out the legs. we were passed by 3 guys chasing down 1 guy, and unfortunately caught them on the flat section as we all lined up for a sprint into the empty downtown area. total game killer. we reached the water fountain, and one of the guys just rode straight towards it, cutting us off. for water. at a fountain. cool move.
a very good spectrum of the cycling world: cannondale (american brand, aluminum, now made in taiwan) with shimano dura-ace 7900, moots (also an american brand, titanium, but made in the states) with sram red, and a look (french, carbon, and made in france) with campagnolo super record 11. I was outgunned by zipps, too. and on a saturday in marin, things like that count, especially in a 3-man group ride. no prisoners.
then we had this weird moment with a toyota. female driver honked us on a back road, as we made our way back towards the bike path. we slide over, and she passed. cool, problem solved. no wait, now she’s stopped about 100m ahead of us. the hazards aren’t flashing, she’s just stopped. oh, she’s picking up someone from one of the houses at the side of the road. well, now we’re just going to pass–wait, now she’s accelerating towards justin and zach as they’re passing her. words exchange, I’m watching from behind. she says something to the degree of, “there are kids in the car.” and to that I almost felt like saying, “damn, and here you’re driving all pro, that’s an even more perfect example for your kids. look at mommy drive, it’s okay to just stop in the middle of the street to pick up someone, don’t bother pulling over to let anyone pass, they can wait while we pick up aunt jess.” ugh life (not thug life).
we rode out of sausalito without much problems, and then hit the bridge, which was starting to fill with people. if I can make it across without unclipping, it’s an automatic bridge-crossing success with a 10 second time bonus to the general classifications. we all made it across just fine, all receiving time bonuses for a hard fought win through the technical course. I split, and headed towards the marina. after taking a slight detour because of a stone temple pilots’ concert, I was home.
and now I’m hungry. food consumption ensues.















