Terri and Gregs grooviness factor is a 4-5.…we are now up to 1,815 miles on the Mule!
Coming to you today from San Luis Obispo…Jim “Hills” pad with roomates Dave, Matt and Steve! Taking a few
Back in San Francisco….Greg and I are dropped off at the ferry by Ashley to explore the city for a few days!!
Getting off the ferry at Market St in San Francisco is amazing in itself. We head down into the financial district on foot
|Statue with bike messangers awaiting a job|
Next day we visit the Mission District….full of cool murals…the Dolores Mission (very pretty) which is suppose to be the oldest bldg in the city! And have lunch at the Dolores Park Café….then hop on a cable car (these things are Too fun!…Rice a Roni…the San Francisco treat!) a popular song/commerical from childhood!! Heehee…and a bus to head over to the marina and back to the North Beach section….the marina sports a boardwalk…and some fishing/pleasure craft to drool over…..
|last known place my father was alive|
Next morning we say goodbye to Ashley (she drives us to the park n ride lot) and Slide Ranch…thanks to everyone there for sharing their space in such a beautiful spot! We hop on the Mule for a scenic ride over the Golden Gate….it’s a gorgeous morning….
Monteray----Cute, cool, it had a nice serene feel to it. The first of the mission towns. Kinda feel s like Fante Se’ cept on the ocean. That day was a short day. Time to linger on the Presidio, and board walk. Find some high octane Belgian brews. Aw, but now its time to go to camp. The sun is getting low! Camp…..Vet memorial park. Right in what seems to be , according to the map and directions, right in the heart of Monteray. Not!! At least not without riding up a super steep. I mean sustained %10 at least, for 2 miles, grade. Possibly the steepest of the entire ride; From here forward to be known as Buzz Kill Hill!!! And that’s exactly what it did!!
The Ocean and San Andreas Fault both conspire to eat the one, to swallow it, to turn it into what it once was. A steep cliff diving into the ocean. It doesn’t really belong there and doesn’t really want to be there. As a result it is constantly under construction. Road Construction is a Cyclists friend. Holding the traffic back. Allowing us to have the road to ourselves in 20 minute intervals.
|Verina, 61. and Helmut 73, Inspirations.|
Big Sur is behind us now. The last of the winding, cliffy, classic coastal riding. We are now in southern Cal. Flatter roads, less climbing, More beaches, more transients. The ride is winding down. 7 days of riding before San Diego.
I will miss the coastal riding. I will miss----Fun on the One! It is hard riding. Every day up and down, up and down. Running through the gears. The climbs steep. The descents too short to get a break. 2-3000 Vert. a day. Every day. But---- It is----- FUN ON THE ONE!!!
|elephant seals. 2 bulls are fighting center left.|
|I think we took a wrong turn.......Africa???|