I did ~14 miles (don't have an odometer yet) on the mountain bike yesterday, probably 10 of which were on the road. I puttered around this park for a bit which has some small hills, good for a newb like myself. I managed in the clipless pedals pretty well - my only fall thus far was in my apartment, although falling on hardwood isn't pain free. The psychological process of hill rendering is pretty similar to hiking:
hiking uphill: "I fucking hate this. This fucking sucks. Fucking bugs, fucking humidity, fucking lame."
hiking at the top above the treeline: "this is amazing."
biking uphill: " this fucking sucks. How much did I spend on this bike? Dear god. Yes millman you are the dumbest POS in the history of man."
biking downhill: "COOLEST SHIT EVAR@!@! WAAAAHHHHOOOOOOO!!!"
The above isn't a joke, by the way. That's pretty much what is in my head during each activity.
If you look at the satellite image of the park again, you'll notice a building in the upper left of the park. That's a methane power plant. This particular park is build on a landfill. Couple that with the rotting salt ponds you'll also see in the picture (the white areas with what looks like rivers and tributaries running through them) and you get air that is rather offensive and only marginally breathable. California: good intentions built on a pile of shit.
Saturday afternoon I headed up to SF to watch a baseball game. I got my Gilroy garlic fries, hot dog, and beer, and took a seat. The baseball was pretty bad - both teams suck - but it was fun. I'd rather be watching the Twins in the septic Metrodome, but hey.
I'm already thinking about a road bike. It'll be a beat up commuter, something cheap I can ride to the store without worrying about it being stolen.
Tonight: pad thai.
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