Tiburon is home to small harbors, big views, and some nice bike paths.

On the way back I passed another biker and he sped up. We raced for a couple minutes before I pulled away up a climb.
Later he thanked me for getting his "old legs working". Racing can start randomly and it can be hard to resist.
Are we back in Germany?
Once I matched a stranger pedal for pedal up Mt. Ashland. We both suffered, but neither yielded. At the top he thanked me as well.
The desire to drop/not be dropped can be the needed motivation.
One of the greatest bike showdowns ever: