Finally, a morning not all to myself. George and MikeS (not sure if he’s ridden with us before; might have been some time ago) heading up the hill, with George falling off a bit while MikeS powered on ahead. I was kinda sorta happy getting a 29-something. Oh, almost forgot, the orange bullet (JeffZ) that flew past me about halfway up the hill.

Weird temps; nicely cool at the bottom, 59F, but a strong inversion layer around 900ft kicked it up to 75 in a hurry. Still, way cooler than the past few rides! At the top of Kings we waited for George… and waited… and waited… but after 6 or 7 minutes we decided it was time to move on because, after all, it’s not like he doesn’t know his way home. MikeS accompanied Jeff and I to West Old LaHonda and continued onward to the coast for a return via Tunitas… except he didn’t. He got not too far west on 84 before realizing the smoke was getting too thick and turned back, but never catching up to us… which would have been really tough since JeffZ was driving the pace.

In the end I was left alone to descend into Woodside and head home as JeffZ continued north on Skyline to descend Kings.

Long time no write. I can’t take all the blame; for reasons unknown, the hosting site for this blog was down for several days. On Sunday my ride was shortened by smoke; I rode up Old LaHonda, headed south on Skyline until I came up against a wall of it (smoke), turned back and headed north on Skyline to 92, literally trading smoke for fog. A good trade.

Tuesday was yet another solo ride, and today started out that way until Jeff comes flying past me, telling me he’ll wait at the top. Must have been waiting a long long time today!