Palo Alto > San Francisco (50 miles)

It was a big boy day. I was up at 4:30am in Ashland—an hour later than I had planned, but the extra sleep was good. Behind the wheel of the Mini at 5:30am, I landed in Palo Alto at 12:15pm. Following a short visit with my good friend Angela, I was in the saddle and headed to the city.

From downtown Palo Alto, I headed east and took a left when I reached Facebook. The sun was shining and temperatures were in the 60's. The headwind was strong, but I'm counting on having it as a tailwind friend as soon as I turn south.

Half way through the trip north, I experienced two flats and a blown tire in a short span of time. With no spare tire, I spent a quiet moment on the bay going through stages of shock, denial, and disbelief. Then Siri kicked in and I found a San Mateo bike shop. After a 2 mile run with a 75 pound bike (a little impromptu cyclocross training), I was happy to take care of the repairs in short order. Spare tubes and tires packed, I zipped through traffic and made my way back to the trail than contours the bay.

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The most significant feature in the second part of this north bound leg is SFO. Before reaching the airport, there are a number of nature preserves that help prevent the ride from feeling like a tour of industrial parks.

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Weaving through the airport on a bike isn't too tricky, and it's kind of a trip.

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I started the ride later than I had planned, and including the feisty head wind, there were a number of things that slowed me down. It was nice to roll onto the embarcadero before the sunset though.

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After skirting around the Giant's stadium, I passed under the bay bridge, and made my way along the tourist filled embarcadero.

 

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I found the Plant Cafe at Pier 3. Everything tasted great after an afternoon filled with energy bars, and the Anchor Steam hit the spot.

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Tomorrow's a bigger boy day. Time for bed. 

 

Mark Mularz6 Comments