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.
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.
Weaving through the airport on a bike isn't too tricky, and it's kind of a trip.
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.
After skirting around the Giant's stadium, I passed under the bay bridge, and made my way along the tourist filled embarcadero.
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.
Tomorrow's a bigger boy day. Time for bed.