Ride Of Silence Participants

I said bye to the boss as I left work for RWC and it was a breeze because I mentioned my trip to ID. I made the apartment by 445. I parked outside and saw the roommate when I called my friend. I went to Box Dog but the bike was still getting done. I sat at thieves and noted that the beer was good. Later I rode to Sports Basement, locked up and climbed to the main floor but back to the bike floor because of the memorial. I bought tools and saw a local journalist. I went to the cashier.

Outside I saw some Ride Of Silence participants. I went down to the memorial and had a beverage. I saw an acquaintance and descended to the back door. We lined up with our police escort but I ran up to gather the people that were in the front of the building.

The cops started rolling and as we stopped to place flowers in memorial at the freeway, Sixth and Folsom, Second and Bryant, the cars got stopped and buzzered by the cops. People handed out flyers. I got a lot of pics of the bay bridge and the ferry building. We went to Sutter and Market- a spot I remembered from the year before. We went to City Hall. where I got some great pictures.  After stopping at Octavia and Markrt we went to four places in the Mission.

At the final stop near Rainbow I went to the meetup location and locked up. I said bye to a few people. Initially I asked about a table after we had ordered but an organizer got us the back room. I sat then with a lot of new people as well as a few that I only vaguely knew. I sat with an organizer talking about my carreer and interests.  I noted that I wanted to start an editing concern. I left then and rode to the apartment, where I got ready for my trip to ID and went to bed exhausted at midnight.

In the morning my friend went to coffee. We were there writing and talking until it was time to go and to BART.  I noted that the shuttle was interesting because it seemed like a roller coaster. Security went well. My friend’s brother appeared and we played with his family.

I sent a photo of the ladies to the parents and them and then sat through pre board until my friend approached. We boarded and I had to find a seat until the lady next to us arrived. She had nice earrings and read the whole time. I had a whisky. There was turbulence near Sacramento. I drew a cartoon. I was writing and talking crazy about a family foundation.

I ran out of the plane first and waited alone in the terminal. We anticipated the car being near to our terminal and it was. At Whole Foods we broke up and I tried to get stuff but gave up and had coffee. I looked for a charge converter. We got in the car about four o'clock but the baby needed to stop. I typed through Ogden on the i15.

We rode for awhile while I was writing and I noticed that we had been traveling through the Wasatch mountains. The roads became less dangerous as we moved along. We climbed through volcanic tablelands. It was cloudy and we anticipated rain as we approached the pass. It rained until just outside Pocatello where we stopped for dinner. It was around 650 and my friend and I went in while the rest parked. I had the Belgian. We got pizza and my freind’s brother in law had a meal that didn’t do a burrito justice. We stopped outside of Blackfoot. Then passed through Idaho Falls.

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Geography as an Article

On the fourteenth of May I wrote that my coworker rode with me to Redwood City. On the train I explained my concept of advocacy, research and lifestyle saying that the GIS thing was my day job. I explained what being a geographer was about to me.  I said it helps to treat geography as an article and he said, “yeah like geography of something.”  Then he said he would be going to 4K so at MIB I said goodbye.  I rode to 16th and went to eat before stopping by the bar where a patron bought me a beer.

Later I stopped by the apartment but noted that I was running late for my party.  I got to Civic easily enough.  At Ogawa Plaza I walked around until I spoke with a mechanic I knew. He had flagged me down and introduced me to his girlfriend. When we left on 14th going west he said I was Mr. Tweed.

We rode up 14th to Mandela and around Target to Hollis. I saw friends. The mechanic and I talked about stuff like my ‘prominent geographer’ idea and his rail track bike race idea.  He told me that he lived in Berkeley.

We rode into Berkeley at that point and we sat at the lagoon in the middle of the music and caught our breath while watching the 80 freeway. I found my bike crew after that.  So, I grabbed the bike and we caught up with my riding partner. I followed them and took a lot of photos.

I let the flag go at one point and found the pianist. We rode together for a while.  I was saying that cash prizes are preoccupation of mine that were hampering my ability to focus on advocacy, research and lifestyle investment.  We got to Hillegass and met the rest of the crew.  I shared my last beer before sprinklers went on.  My riding partner and I moved to the sidewalk.

A bit later he and I for Rockridge. I got some photos of the trike I like. He and his wife took some photos of me on the platform and I said by at Civic Center.

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To Bake a Cake

On the thirteenth of May I wrote that I rode to Redwood City and had to catch the next BART because the train was late. I stopped at the apartment and took a trip to the laundromat and then to get the farm box.  On the way I stopped at the pizzeria and placed an order.

A bit later I got the farm box and two bottles of Prosecco before returning to the apartment. Outside a party reveler was trying to lock up but I insisted she bring her bike inside.   After that I talked with my friend for a moment but really just left them alone to bake a cake.  Twenty minutes later I returned to the laundry to discover my bag was missing.

However, after getting a plastic bag I realized that the bag was in fact at the apartment.  I switched the clothes and went to the pizzeria. An archetect I knew on Twitter texted me so I ran the pizza back and let him, his wife and my riding partner in. I told them about the laundry so I went back to get it.  On the way I stopped at the spaghetteria to get a drink and then I return to the apartment.

Luckily my friend was entertaining and they had opened the wine.  We dug into the pizza and I I made conversation.  I said stuff about my ‘prominent geographer’ idea. My friend brought out a delicious cake which paired well with the ice cream someone had brought. I received several texts from people detailing their progress in getting to the area.

Around eight we all decided to go and while we were getting ready one person shared his knowledge of Brompton bags with us.  His had a rack that will mount the block and serve the purpose for any pannier.  An acquaintance from the bike rides texted as we walked up the street to say he was near.  I ran down to get him.  He had brought his buddy with him.  We found the group but two of us had to get cash.

There were eight of us at the bar when we finally arrived.  I got to talk to everyone.  One of the roommates bought me a drink.  When the programmer came in a bit later we went out with the cyclists to get some air.  Several people left with my friend later and several people came in with their parties to take their places.  I got to their acquaintances all over again.

At around 1030 we all started leaving.  I didn't really pay attention as we did so but we left a few behind but later I tweeted everybody a big thank you.  I was in bed around 1115.

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A Mother’s Day Table

On the eighth of May I wrote that I got up at 8 and hung out with the parents.  Mom had been scheduled to leave but had stayed home.  At nine I went to the Outer Sunset coffee shop with my friend.  I locked the bikes up and stood in line while she found us a table.

We had coffee and the owner came in with her son and her sister.  Several acquaintances came in a bit later and I decided to get in line to order more coffee.  There was a Mother’s Day table outside and a few employees were there.  Several people complained about the line.  We finished our coffee and went to the bike shop.  I bought some panniers and we looked at cargo bikes.

We rode to the house then and made a coffee cake.  When my younger sister and niece had arrived we presented presents to the mothers in the room.  I sat down on the couch with dad and later we sat at the table for tea my older sister had sent.  Later I made more water and I noted that my niece was making drawings.

Later we had dinner with the parents before it was time to go.  My niece tried to tell us she knew about birds.  Later we ended  up cleaning dishes. Dad had a lot of images of his epic trip to Europe in the 60’s.

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An Interesting Situation

On the seventh of May I wrote that I left eh office at 630 and had enough time to catch the last express to Mib and beyond.  I rode to the Little Chihuahua then and had a meal with my friend.  Once I had sat down I realized I was in a rather terrible mood and she was nice enough to ignore it.  I made light conversation until the food arrived and my mood improved.  On the walk to the apartment she told me about an acquaintance and I thought that that was an interesting situation for her.

Later I took the Brompton to the Uptown and sat next to some regulars that busy haranguing the bartender who told me he had found a roommate.  I was happy about that because otherwise he would have been out on the street.  I was asleep by 11.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I got up at 8 and I helped my friend get her bike to Yoga.  An hour later I went to Four Barrell where I bumped into the interregnum director at a local non-profit.  I told her about my interest in job classifications and suggested she attend the happy hour.

I had coffee with my friend after that.  We went to the apartment through rain and double parkers and hung out in the kitchen making preserves.  I made coffee and we had a meal.  Later we got ready for a trip to the Sunset.  We agreed to meet at Cloe’s after she had asked them about making a drop off.

I set up the Rockhopper and she grabbed the a pic nic.  I had everything else all loaded up on the Rockhopper and, after she had helped me to the street, rode up Duboce where I promptly got into an altercation with a Lyft driver.  He had been trying to make a pass on the inside and my bag fell off because of my maneuvers.  He ran it over.

I yelled at him endlessly as he backed up.  He got on the phone about it but was clearly not really interacting with anyone.  My bike was on the street and cars were headed up Buchanan.  I demanded his name as people were shouting that I get his license plate.  I took the bag and placed it on my bike as he drove up Buchanan.  I rode to a bike shop and looked at bags.  I saw the guy from the happy hour there.  I filled my tire and headed to the Panhandle and then Ashbury.  At this point I knew that I needed a new pannier.

However, none of the places I visited had what I wanted so I rode up Fredrick and Arguello to Hugo and Irving and parked at Cloe’s.  There I made some choices about the drop off until my friend showed up.  She had almost met me near the beach and the phone reception in the area was rather poor.  The ladies decided that almost everything we had was for donation.

When we were done we walked out and met some cyclists with Rivendell bikes.  One of them was a coffee person and my friend interacted with them about stuff.  The girlfriend and her had a fire fighter thing in common.  He told me about their bikes.  We found some utensils then bought a mother’s day card and went to a bar to eat our picnic.  I got the notebook out.  

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Seat Near the Window

On sixth May I wrote that I rode to Redwood City and then to Millbrae. Everything was late but I was fine. I was alone at the apartment until my friend appeared. She left for acupuncture and I updated the blog.  I ran off to the farm box and where I found a huge amount of strawberries waiting for me.

I went to Elixir after that and found a seat near the window. I had the Brompton folded nearby.  The professor showed up and had the same manner he normally did. I had looked at the #geobeers and found that an acquaintance had responded to him that he was out of town. However, I met several other people.  One of the event’s regulars told me the regular organizer was on the East Coast. I found myself in a conversation with a friend of the bartender who seemed to know the professor.

After a while I shook hands with everyone and went to the apartment and had dinner. My friend said told me she and a few others had made plans for a get together for my birthday.

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The Rack Was Great

On the fifth of May I wrote that I left for Redwood City by 340 and had made it to 16th St. by 445.  At the apartment I hung out with my friend and that allowed me to breath a sigh of relief. Later I went to the laundromat and after that I headed over to the bike shop on the 14. The bus was drab, it took too long and I missed my stop.  They were really busy and my mechanic had a bunch of customers so I went to the front and found another guy. The rack was great.

I rode to the laundry and switched the clothes. My friend had reminded me about the happy hour. I went down and got a pitcher. I sat with some new guy and talked about Kansas. Some lady came up. I got ready to go and said bye to those that I knew and noted the ones that I had missed last time. An old acquaintance approached me in here to say that he was moving to Minnesota and I told him to reach out to a mutual acquaintance.

I got the laundry done and I went to the house for dinner and later my friend and I we went to the store.

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The Emperor’s Ride

On the first of May I wrote that my friend and I rode to Market then and on to the financial district.  On Sansom we turned onto to Mark Twain and learned that we had arrived a half hour too early so we went to get coffee.  I went inside and stood in line too long.  Later we went across the street and met the organizers for the Emperor’s Ride.

There were about six people there and then a boardmember and his wife showed up.  After that a group from Scaramento appeared too.  I noted that quite a few others were around as well.  The organizers said a few words then and after a couple of us had some bike troubles we all rode off.

The route went up Commercial and down Clay to a couple of streets before heading to the embarcadero past Safeway.  The guy with the penny farthing had a bit of trouble keeping up but we paced him.  In fact I had to pass the group using road techniques just to make certain that we were doing the right things on North Point.  The climb on Polk the climb was steep so several people followed me across Van Ness to Chestnut.  We beat the ride there.  After that we rode around Fort Mason to the Green and had a picnic.

We sat there for at least an hour.  I had some tea and wine.  The organization’s leadership were nice enough to share.  An organizer asked if I would judge for best accessory and I chose a person that wasn’t necessarily well known in the group.  I felt that they needed appreciation.

I sat with the leadership a couple of times.  They had just finished with the may pole after I was writing.  I took a short walk alone in time to catch my breath.  Upon my return we started getting ready to go- eating the cookies and cantaloupe.

I offered to lead some people back but at the Van Ness and Bay exit from Fort Mason another person took us to North Point.  There were yelly honkers all the way to Front and Embarcadero so I suggested we enter the financial district and find our way home from there.

A few of us said bye to one group at the Pyramid and then went to Starbucks to say bye to the rest of the group.  Then the rest of us rode Leidesdorff to Pine.  I said by to one of the organizers at Montgomery station before going to Huckleberry’s with two others.  I got into a yelling match with some crazy lady at Golden Gate.  We saw a guy I knew at Hucks and when the ladies were done talking to the store manager we took Market to Duboce and split up.

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Regrouped at Inspiration Point

On the thirtieth of April I wrote that I typed at work for about two hours more than I would normally be there.  However, I had process running.  I tried to run for the train at 554 but ended up just stopping at the CVS and catching the one a half an hour later.  I caught BART fine and stopped in at the Uptown.  I got the emails of some acquaintances for the party in June.  One of them told me told me that she was working at the MOMA.

I rode to the apartment and found my friend making stuffed peppers..  The roommate was trashed.  The meal was great but later my friend said the roommate had gotten tedious.  I took some time alone as she did the dishes.

The morning of the next day I started coffee and made grits with eggs and greens when my friend arrived.  When we were done I did very little and then did the dishes.  We left the roommate to walk across Market- she was due to travel to LA.

We decided to skip coffee and I went with her to the bus and then rode up Polk to an appointment.  I got there ten minutes early and she arrived to have a beverage with me beforehand.  I took a lot of notes.

When I was done I left a bit early and rode Polk to Market and met the bike group.  The ride leader had an app that he wanted to test with the group.  I went in and checked in on my order with the bike shop and learned my rack had arrived.

I talked to some acquaintances-including the ride leader’s wife.  The ride started shortly after that.  There were a lot of old faces and a few new ones as well.  One couple showed up in the middle of the ride.

On the Wiggle I tried to block some cars for our hostess and on the Panhandle there were a lot of people.  I made new friends in there.  I took some pictures at Prayerbook Cross and then we descended to 30th where I interacted for a moment with a passerby that just happened to be a well known advocate.

We rode to Balboa and the couple I had met took off with their friends.  Then we took the Sutro Heights Wiggle to the top where we caught our breath.  I posted images to social media and then sat with my friends and told them about my life and the upcoming party.

When the group was ready we rode Anza and headed over to Sea Cliff and took Lake to Arguello.  I followed just behind the ride leader through this.  We climbed up to the Arguello Gate but one of the usual suspects and a few others had gotten lost so the ride leader was separated from us for a bit.

We regrouped at Inspiration Point.  When he got back the ride leader asked me to check the next turn and then we descended to the old Letterman area.  From there we went to the Palace of Fine Arts.  I posted to social media and talked to people there.

We rode to the Marina and on to Fort Mason then.  We rode through a great exit on Van Ness there.  Then we rode through Aquatic Park and up Jefferson and also Bay to the Embarcadero.  I had to do some blocking in there as well.  One of the group leaders and I had had a lot of trouble there the last time we had gone through.

After this we crossed at the Ferry building and said bye at Rincon Park.  Four of us including the ride leader went to Hi Dive then.  I was locking up when I saw an old college buddy.  I told her about the party.  After this the ride leader and I discussed his app and geographic data then over sandwiches.  The others mostly listened.  When we were done we rode Townsend and I said bye to them riding near Duboce.  I went to the apartment and found my friend was busy so left her alone.

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Public and Flight 001

On the twenty-fourth of April I wrote that I had finished a notebook.  I reviewed it before buying a new one.  I had gone a whole weekend before that had happened and it interrupted my writing.

It was Friday and I had met some professors at the local community college.  When I was done I walked out with a couple of them but ran off to get the brompton and catch a train.  My friend had said she would be skipping her plans for the night because she was tired.  I was alone for about an hour after that but eventually the supe came by and the roommate miraculously appeared to attend to him.  I was posting while he looked at the gas line.

My friend and I went to the Spaghetteria, which we were worried was a “Scare-aria.”  The food was ok but the setting was a bit of a parking structure.  I did a few things before my buddy from out of town arrived.  The roommate was making jokes and we decided to clear out.  We went to the local bar where I told him about my times at work.  We went to sleep around 11.

On the Saturday before I wrote this we were up around 8 and I made coffee.  When my buddy was up we rode with my friend to breakfast.  I got a new notebook and a small breakfast.  We did some catching up and then walked around the Castro.  My friend did some shopping while my buddy and I sat in the plaza.  I got a coffee.  The vitamin store was closed.

We got the bikes and headed to the bike shop where my friend ordered parts and made an appointment.  We walked her to the apartment then and a bit later my buddy and I rode over to the green to walk around.  We looked at Public and Flight 001 before having refreshments at Two Sister’s.

When our acquaintance showed up he told us about his life.  He had moved in with his girlfriend.  He and my buddy did some catching up and he told us about leaving his bike on Haight Street the night before.  His front skewer was loose.

A short while later we rode our bikes up to Alta Plaza and took some photos.  I checked with him about his travails and whether he wanted to participate in any events but he didn’t seem all that interested.  He had his own agenda.  In fact he took off only a short while later.  He had a thing to get to.  I noted that my buddy would likely see him over the summer.

The two of us rode to the park then and we found a space for my college classmate and his girlfriend to park and he went down to a local corner store.  A few people wanted to take the space that I had scoped out but they moved on.  They showed up only a short moment later and started to unpack their bikes.  My buddy showed up while I was talking to some neighbors about renting a parking space.

The four of us rode down Duboce then and at Seventh and Townsend we headed over to the Berry crossing and visited the channel.  We crossed the 4th street bridge and rode the Channel.  The Valet was closed so we headed over to Brewfest and parked the bikes in front of some cops.  

There were a lot of people there and the line was pretty long.  There were a bunch of tents and I was hungry but I just had the free beer.  Each tent had a different brewery with three beers to taste.  They were supposed to check off a square on a paper but my college classmate just kept bypassing that.  I decided it was a gimmick.  Goose Island had a great Saison.

We rode over to the park and dropped the bikes at the valet and then went into the park for our Duffy Bobbleheads.  Then we convinced the valet to take them.  We then returned to the tents for a couple of more rounds then.  The consensus was that the event was silly but there was beer so it was ok.

We returned to the stadium and found our seats.  The Giants were playing the Marlins and they had already made a couple runs.  I got a sandwich and then found that my buddy was sitting next to the others.  However, when the actual owners of our seats had returned we had to go to the ones we had purchased.  My buddy went for some food around then and when he had returned some lady had given us her seats and we were able to sit next to the others then.

My old classmate was terribly obnoxious at that point- yelling at the game and making stupid comments.  The people in front of us were bothered and so were we.  My buddy stepped away and then I got a photo of the three of us without my classmate.  A bit later we headed to the valet after the Giants won 7-2 in the middle of the ninth.  We bumped into an acquaintance there and then headed off to the Mission.  We had trouble at Potrero and my buddy had no lights.

My friend was happy that I brought my classmate and his girlfriend to the apartment before they left.  We shared our stories with them and they told us about themselves.   We walked them out and then my buddy told us he would be gone by five.  I tried to set an alarm but by the time I had awoken he was already in Atlanta.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at 8 and I went to Four Barrel about two hours later and had coffee.  When I returned to the apartment I spent a few hours alone.  I saw the roommates before I ended up having lunch.  By 12 I decided that I had overloaded the washing machine.   

My friend had asked me to meet her at the Tango event she would go to after the museum but I was busy eating and then I spent the rest of the time posting.  When she got in I spent an hour with her and she left to spend some time in the other end of the apartment.  I continued with my writing until we had dinner.  One of the roommates stopped in then and I had done the rest of the laundry.

Later I went to THieves and had a drink while I reviewed the old notebook.  There was a lady playing one Prince (who had died a few days before) song after another and at one point she had turned into a complete bitch.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.