On this Sunday of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. weekend, we were going to brave the weather and either ride Kings Mountain in San Mateo or hit the trails in the Marin Headlands.
Through the night, I slept lightly, waiting for the sound of rain. I was looking forward to riding, but if the rain came down, I wouldn’t mind sleeping in either. The night only teased us with sporadic trickling, and I woke up several times in the early morning. The streets were wet, but it was not raining.
I kept busy checking the weather reports online, made scones and a coffee cake, and enjoyed a cup of coffee. The city looks gray, but there is not the rain and wind that the weather reports predicted. Oh well, some days are good for being an iron man, others are good for butter, sugar and a jolt of caffeine.
Cheers!






This year I decided to support the BBP rather than ride it. I truly enjoyed every mile of the ride last year, even with the scorching heat and burning legs, I cannot find another ride that compares to the Buddhist Bike Pilgrimage in its incredible support, good company, and the time on and off the bike that I could place myself in the rest of this universe.
We made it to the KOA camp and had a relaxed time. It was much different arriving there as a driver. Last year, I nearly cried seeing my wife waiting for me at the camp. In fact, I first saw our car, and then it didn’t take too long to find her. That was the best feeling. I’ve ridden many centuries much tougher than this one, but seeing her there at the end made it the best. She wasn’t there at the camp, but she came to meet us this time at the second rest stop in Petaluma. That was over an hour of driving north, and she brought sushi for us. I will never forget that. She was the ultimate SAG!







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