Using Bikes and the City as an informal guide I have found my way to several coffee venues and a group ride, The Butter Lap.
college roommate
The group was small enough and reasonably friendly; reassuring me that the ride would be "relaxed" and "casual." After a twenty minute wait we were off.
We began to fall back very early on.
the last we saw of the group
This is what happens, you come out West trying to help your friend mend a broken heart and end up getting dropped like an old lady a mile in on the first hill at Fort Mason.
My friend was struggling more, but he's no cyclist. My second excuse would be to try and blame the hybrid bikes we had rented (hybrids are the bane of my aesthetic existence within bicycling). Maybe my eyes were so sore from looking at the ugly things that I just couldn't pedal fast enough. It was simply a pathetic display on our part. We embarrassed ourselves and our community and in the end all I could do was take these (tourist-y) dusk photos:
and roll over to Safeway for some Chapstick to balm my heart now broken by these latest failures...or at least my lips anyway.
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