A few of us rode on Diablo back round the end of March. It was a fantastically sunny and warm day. Cool enough to wear some wool on the way down (what's new about that!?) and still get a suntan (sunburn!) on the way up. Glorius.
Actually I rode a Saluki. Thanks!
With the rain a-coming this weekend, we were active on Friday afternoon, soaking up the last rays. When there's no chalk, dirt entertains.
It ain't down SF's twistiest street, contrary to what the masses tell you. Check out the streets over by Vermot near SF General.
My big wheel had sweet STP stickers. I wore out the wheels and had to get new ones.
I heard the song, I seen the clip, I love the band, I dig the man, I drink coke, I ain't no bloke, I sing the song, I sing along, I da da da da, and it's ordinary. It's a commercial, but like most any commercial, I'm not running out to buy anything. I'm singing the song. I'm humming along. And this song is nice. It's not condescending, it's not selfish, it's not a lot of things. It's just a nice song that Jack got paid to write. Good for him that he can write such a nice song for cash. His baby will need it. Thank goodness for Jack White. And for John Gillis too.
See it here: http://www.spin.com/features/news/2006/04/060417_jackwhite/
perfecting the feet grab kick start, this seasoned swing team executes it brilliantly. what a great start to the season of swinging!
I went for a ride in late March on Diablo with GP and Steve. This picture pretty much sums it up - it was a great!
We rode up on the road to the ranger station and then took trails coming down. Surprisingly I didn't get a splash of mud on me, even with the wet trail and numerous stream crossings. The bike had little loafers on front and rear racks, and that probably saved me the splatter.
