17 November, 2010


I rode out to Tiburon on Paradise Dr.

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?

only the tower remains

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: