At the Presidio Contraflow

On the eleventh of July I wrote that I left work at 5 and took the shuttle to MV and got a falafel wrap and a few beers.  I took the CT to DC and grabbed the bike.  My riding partner had told me the meet up location and my buddy said he was on his way.  I went to the Plough.

At the station I took a photo and saw an old friend.  I followed my friends a bit and we went to a park in West Oakland.  I met a guy named from Concord and hung out with the people I usually see.  I tweeted to my bike fashion friend and noted that the Bespoke group had done the previous East Bay Tweed.

While we were heading to Downtown I interacted with a Bike Party leader.  He insisted that I be more of an entrepreneur but wasn’t interested in anything I said or did.  His friend was the same.  We headed towards Fruitvale but ended up under the freeway near Laney College.  I found only half of the people I had seen at the earlier stop.  I saw the crepe guy but didn’t have any money.  I caught a train home and was in bed at 1.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I got some tweets back from people and went to Java Beach.  My friend had tweeted stuff to the 3D printing guys.  I went home and started writing because I wanted to see a well-known advocate talk at Velo Rouge.

I wrote later that I made it three minutes late but it was alright because the guy went on to talk for twenty more minutes.  I got a coffee and a pastry.  I was surprised to see an acquaintance was there.  We rode to Euclid where the advocate showed us the new bike lane.  Then we went to Clement to look at a parklet.  I interacted with a bunch of people that worked at MTA.  I gave a flyer to a passerby who knew the speaker.

We rode to Lake to see the first bike lane in SF.  I interacted with some car free people I knew.  Then we rode to 15^th to look at the Presidio contraflow.  I talked to one of the few people in the group that didn’t work for the MTA.  We said bye to some people after we looked at the roundabout at 23^rd and climbed to Fulton.  After that we made a couple of stops on Balboa and then to Sutro Heights to look at the view.

We finished the ride at the Chalet.  There was a pretty big crowd but it was alright.  I was home around 630 and when I got there I decided to get ready to meet a pianist I knew at Amsterdam. 

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