New Week

It's week two (three?) of the summer layoff. I got up early, at six a.m., and headed off to do a reverse Dam Ride.

I dropped off four books at the library, then headed DOWN Jackson Drive hill, a much more pleasant way to, well, not traverse, maybe peregrinate, but not on foot!

Speaking of dropping, I dropped the camera on the garage floor before I even got three feet, loosing batteries all over. But nothing seems broken.

Only four people on the Father J. Serra Path To Enlightenment, and only one of those was a dog jogger. I hoped to see some wildlife, and had the camera ready (not, as it turns out), but, no joy.

Riding the ride in reverse was kinda weird.

I saw another fellow on a bike near the entrance to the bike path on Prospect in Santee.

Went to take a picture, camera was set to "movie" (from the drop), so got a short movie of him first.



He was an old guy (about my age?), riding kinda slow. He turned on the bike path and I followed him, although I COULD have ridden a LITTLE faster and passed him. We both passed a pedestrian on the path, I giving a cheery "Good Morning!" before I passed, then we both zipped across the intersection without stopping. On retrospect, a poor choice, as there were vehicles on our left that were turning right, and we may have caused them some concern. I apologize.

He turned right, up Weld on the sidewalk. I continued south on Cuyamaca in the bike lane. I turned around at Billy Mitchell Drive and headed back to Weld/South Marshall, turned right, and headed south again.

I crossed the trolley tracks. A hundred yards farther I heard the trolley coming up beside me (on the tracks, of course!). It started to slowly pass, then I slowly passed it! I was going faster than the trolley! I rock!

A few seconds later I realized it was slowing down for some sort of speed restriction, as it zoomed past me...

Just past the Toro manufacturing building I observed this low rider truck. Interesting mechanism, but how do you carry a refrigerator if you need to?



When I finally got to Fletcher Parkway I hung a right and grunted my way up the hill. Such a busy street, it is not terribly pleasant with smelly and loud vehicles speeding so close to one.

Eventually I made my way home, with around twenty miles on the odometer.

Fashion Note: I wore the long-sleeved jersey of red this morning. With the overcast, it worked out well.

Some sprint at the end of Stage 3 of Le Tour today!

Later!