a dude crushed me going up hawk hill. his ponytail was more luscious than mine and he was smoking a cigarette when i got to the top. hipster or european?
a 5B car passed me and i desperately wanted to chase it down. i don’t think this feeling ever goes away.
in case you were wondering, the headlands tunnel was closed this weekend (translation: unexpected very steep climbs).
SELFIE STICKS NEED TO BE PROHIBITED ON THE GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE. as if pedaling in the wind on a very narrow path isn’t hard enough.
riding to sausalito for an espresso makes up for the terrifying trip(s) across the bridge.