I found Krusivice

On the thirteenth of February I wrote that I rode the Brompton to RWC and was going to take the trains to DC and on to my house.  However, my friend and I talked on the train and decided to meet at 19th Street in Oakland.  I played with the phone on the way adopting new apps all over the place.

I got off BART and opted for Farley’s because we hadn’t decided on a place to meet.  My friend showed up with a guy she new from work.  We went over to Drake’s but settled on Telegraph instead because of the wait.  I ordered a shot and we all had a sandwich.

After a brief review I identified a route up West and across Adelaide to Lowell and Acton.  We found this great beer store on University where I found Krusivice.  I bought a few bottles and we made North Berkeley with plenty of time.  I spoke to an acquaintance about my buddy for a while and he even rode the Brompton.

My riding partner and his wife were there with us as the ride left.  I interacted with an aquintance as we pulled out.  I decided that I had been a bit too talkative but later my friend told me not to worry about it.  Her friend from work had melted into the crowd.  We rode through Albany to a spot above the tunnel and then took Sutter into downtown Berkeley and onto Willard Park.

I stood with the guys and the ladies went for a walk and talked to people.  I saw the guy from the paper and when we regrouped I went off alone for a bit too.  I had been watching the bikes.

the ride left then and headed down Claremont and I got to talk to an old acquaintance.  I knew that everything she heard from me would end up being relayed to other people so I said as much as I could.  I told her I saw a lot of her’s and another person’s posts on the listserve.  She asked all the right stuff and I asked about her band.

We all regrouped at Mosswood and I finished a beer while the others walked around.  There was a recumbent trike with disco lights and a giant music set up.  The girls went for a walk and when Rod Stewart came on it was time to go so we rode up Macarthur to the station and waited for a train.  We saw the guy from my friend's work.  She told me later that she had remembered a bunch of stuff about him.

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