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May 17, 2018 Travelling No Comments

We did a reride of yesterday’s and reagreed at the fun of it all and great scenery to boot. The grade is enough to get some good speed and fun to attempt to go without using the breaks.

On the left you can see a glimpse of the always changing view of the gorge’s west side. The towering Wheeler Peak and its smaller siblings are in the distance to the right.

I broke a cardinal rule though, Thou shalt not injure thyself to protect thy bike. Due to a mega wind gust which apparently shook the truck, I lurched to catch my bike as it was falling and dinged my knee on the bike rack. ? Not good.

We cruised over to The Gorge for a tasty late lunch serenaded by genuine classic rock. As in Stairway to Heaven and One Burban One Scotch One Beer. It reminded me of the popular classic rock radio station everyone played in college.

Post meal dessert was a chocolate ganache tart at Chokolá. In a word, divine. It’s never been open during the several times we’ve walked by and what a loss was that!


I’ve been pretty stiff of late. No surprise, always the case when I am pooped. Where I used to work were these chairs, not what we had at our desks, but rather in conference rooms or for guests of people with offices, that were perfect height and containing a perfect top of the backrest for me to sling a leg over and get a great hamstring, inner and lateral quad massage. Actually even good for glutes if angled just right. Can you tell I miss those chairs? One colleague said I looked like a stork given I was standing on one leg so much.

I also would nearly always walk to Yerba Buena Gardens to sit on a rock with the right amount of slant so I could sit cross legged. It was the perfect rock; too little slant and I was essentially pulling my legs out of their sockets; too much and I’d probably have slid off.

Well, wouldn’t you know that the corners of the bed frame in our rental have these balls on top, like from a banister, which are the right height for working on my hamstrings and glutes! Like OMG totally awesome folks. I probably spent an hour going back and forth from using them and my amateur forward fold. Hallelujah and praises.

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