May 1, 2007

  • Monday, April 30

    I was really tired when I woke up and, as usual, that meant more biking.  I took the familiar route up Corbett (which really was killing me after so much climbing Sunday) up to the Palaace of the Legion of Honor where I took this intriguing "self portrait on bike"

    Down past the Peace Monument

    Down to Lake and then Lake to Arguello to Euclid to Presidio to Post and into the city.  I was very happy to be sitting at my desk all day.  After work, I headed through North Beach to do Marin Headlands again.  In Fort Mason Park I came across what I assumed was a little dog summit:

    Their resolution?  More snacks!  I went through the Marina, over the bridge and then started climbing.  It was a tough climb to the top of  Conzelman.  A lot of people would tell you to take a day off after a day like yesterday but not me.  Unless I'm injured, I like to follow a really challenging day with a pretty challenging dayl.  That way you're forced to push yourself as far as you think you can go and then just a little bit more.  That's the attitude that's gotten me cross country on my bike.  Twice.  I started the scary descent when I got to the top of Conzelman.  I stopped and took a few pics that I hope give a sense of how far you feel you're gonna drop if you go over the guard rail:

    Let's here it for the bike shop at REI and their amazing brake tightening acumen!  From the bottom I headed up through the valley and then up Ike Turner Hill which is totally getting easier every time I do it.  Then I headed back down Conzelmann.  Some tourists took this picture for me:

    Instead of getting onto the bridge off of Conzelman, I continued down into Fort Baker and hit the bridge from underneath like Sunday.  It's very structural:


    Then I heade back into the city and into Seacliff.  I came out at 32nd ave and came down geary to photograph the beautiful Orthodox church in the dwindling light:

    Then I headed down Cabrillo to Arguello to Clay to Fillmore to Sanchez to Market and then home.  Total mileage: 50.  Still a little steamed at Jeffery but at this point I realize I just need to just get over it.  But why must the editor of "Good Husband" magazine moonlight as the dean of the Jerk Academy??