We are in Orinda with Noel and Valerie, Lukas' cousins once removed. San Francisco was foggy and blustery as we rode over the golden gate bridge.
The last few days have been long and tiring. We completed an 85 mile day and a 70 mile day back to back. The scenery was nice, but for the majority of the ride my mind was focused on the tightness of my legs: the burning sensation of exhausted muscles. Sometimes your legs just don't want to work anymore. They complain and threaten to stop working, like children doing yard work on the weekend. It takes a forceful mind to keep the body in line. Go, go, go! Up the hill, pedal for all you're worth... The soreness sets in as soon as you stop, and joints freeze as if rigor has set in. Sleep, ibuprofen, and food coax your legs back into the clipless pedals for another long haul.
As we rode to the golden gate bridge, we met a biker who used to bike Mount Tamalpais with Charlie Cunningham, one of the inventors of mountain biking. It was really cool to talk to this guy, who, in all likelihood, used to hang with Gary Fisher and Ritchey.
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Since then, we have spent a day in the bay area, exploring the city on bikes and on the BART.
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