On July 7 that wrote that it was about six when I arrived at the house the night before. My old college classmate was visiting town for a party my friend and I had planned the next day. She had gone to the store and I had taken a nap. When I had wound down the house she and I went downstairs to say hi to play catch up with my old college classmate and his wife.
They had had dinner so when my friend went back upstairs the three of us went up the street for a beer to talk about our careers and other stuff. I told them about our Fairfax vacation and then walked them to where they were staying in the Castro.
In the morning of the day that I wrote this I was up at seven. It was actually a surprise when my friend woke me with her noises. I brought the bikes and trailer down and we got ready to go for our family picnic. I had almost finished getting the trailer ready when I switched my shoes. Then I rode to Whole Foods and she went to Dolores Park. I brought her coffee and a couple of the party goers had arrived for the preliminary bike ride.
Four of us rode Sanchez to Market then up the wiggle. Then we went to the Panhandle. I quietly Road in circles and one of the party went to Falletti‘s. We rode to Golden Gate Park then. We passed a family of tourists. They seemed like novices but took a lot of pointers from us at Schrader. We picked up a few revelers at the Conservatory before we rode through the tunnel near the bandshell. More were waiting for us at the playground we had chose and my parents had brought a lot of stuff.
We set up the table in the shade. People started arriving. In addition to the people in ride, there were our closest acquaintances. The guy we had met the last time we had been to the picnic spot – from Bernal Heights was there too. A bunch of my regular cohort of social media relationships were all there - some were a surprize. Flower piano was happening very close by. My old college classmate showed up a bit later.
I went for a walk then with my brother-in-law and his kids. My sister was really helpful. A bit later I ran to the store for beer and then we had cake. I tried to work with my nerves about the event. There were a couple of people that showed up late but by that point so much was going on the day was really great. As the guests pulled away I felt a bit of relief over knowing they were all in good spirits.
I managed to convey to one guest that we wanted to ride back home with her. We regrouped at the De Young and though the ride was slow we quietly got into it. The panhandle was really easy but Grove Street was less so. My friend went home so that I could better help our acquaintance get home.
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.
Monday, August 27, 2018
Wednesday, August 22, 2018
Ready for the Parade
On July 5 I wrote that when I was done at Blue Dot I went via streets on my bike to Walgreens and then to the house. I ended up doing some work for friend and her sister - our hostess. I then took the Madison cargo bike to Webster street for sand and later to park for groceries. I also went to to hardware stores to get an umbrella stand. When I returned I had an hour before I had to go back to Main Street for a quiet pick up - that turned out to be great.
The hose was back by the time I had returned. My friend’s sister at that point I was making a meal too. We made a made a ton of noise sitting at their little table. A short while later we sat outside to eat and I remember quietly wandering around the garden.
I ended up helping my friend upstairs then but I essentially was in charge of winding down the house. I got some time in by myself and it was great. We hung out in the kitchen until late. She was making cakes and snacks with her sister.
Next morning I woke up first and quietly went downstairs with my hostess. By eight I returned upstairs. My friend got up then. After that we got ready for the parade as a bunch of people showed up. They all left with the different cargo bikes in the shed. I had to help everyone and left last. One of the stragglers was really slow so we were really late to the parade.
There was a guy with a “boat,” a lion tamer, a strong man. There was a pair of bears in tutus. One family had a four person bike and another had dressed her Madison up as an elephant. I had dressed my hostess’ bike as a circus tent.
It was barely noon when we got to the end of the parade and my friend led a few people to the house. I tried to get the bikes organized in the shed.
People slowly trickled in then. There were only a few people not staying at the house initially and we all sat in the back drinking beer with the host. A couple of people had gone to the beach with but we learned that it was windy. Between five and nine a lot of people showed up and I didn’t remember who they all work. Even some friends from SF came.
There was a bounce house next-door and the neighbor had to keep clearing it out because it became dangerous. I quietly went on a walk for about two blocks. There was grilled meat, a buffet cake and the hostess had made ice cream.
Some of the SF people successfully took the ferry back but I found out later that it hadn’t been a great experience. A lot of people started leaving around seven and eight. We started winding down and the fireworks started soon after I had finished.
When we came back inside a couple of people sat with us for a bit but we all got ready for bed.
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.
The hose was back by the time I had returned. My friend’s sister at that point I was making a meal too. We made a made a ton of noise sitting at their little table. A short while later we sat outside to eat and I remember quietly wandering around the garden.
I ended up helping my friend upstairs then but I essentially was in charge of winding down the house. I got some time in by myself and it was great. We hung out in the kitchen until late. She was making cakes and snacks with her sister.
Next morning I woke up first and quietly went downstairs with my hostess. By eight I returned upstairs. My friend got up then. After that we got ready for the parade as a bunch of people showed up. They all left with the different cargo bikes in the shed. I had to help everyone and left last. One of the stragglers was really slow so we were really late to the parade.
There was a guy with a “boat,” a lion tamer, a strong man. There was a pair of bears in tutus. One family had a four person bike and another had dressed her Madison up as an elephant. I had dressed my hostess’ bike as a circus tent.
It was barely noon when we got to the end of the parade and my friend led a few people to the house. I tried to get the bikes organized in the shed.
People slowly trickled in then. There were only a few people not staying at the house initially and we all sat in the back drinking beer with the host. A couple of people had gone to the beach with but we learned that it was windy. Between five and nine a lot of people showed up and I didn’t remember who they all work. Even some friends from SF came.
There was a bounce house next-door and the neighbor had to keep clearing it out because it became dangerous. I quietly went on a walk for about two blocks. There was grilled meat, a buffet cake and the hostess had made ice cream.
Some of the SF people successfully took the ferry back but I found out later that it hadn’t been a great experience. A lot of people started leaving around seven and eight. We started winding down and the fireworks started soon after I had finished.
When we came back inside a couple of people sat with us for a bit but we all got ready for bed.
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.
Wednesday, August 15, 2018
The Giants Padres Game
On June 24 I wrote that I woke in the morning of the previous day to the realization that I had had a full nights sleep. I quietly helped while my friend opened the door for my older brother and his wife. We debated morning coffee while we got ready for the Giants v Padres game.
We needed food and equipment. We debated bringing bikes. My brother and sister-in-law were patient. When we got to Valencia we were surprised that we ended up going to our preferred coffee shop. We took it easy there because it was early. My brother tried the pour over coffee.
Walking to 16th I advocated for the bus. However, upon our arrival everyone had a different thing to do. So, we let the bus go and descended into the tube. The ride was easy enough. We walked to the ferry building. We split up and some guy from New York City bought me a coffee. Later I stood quietly near a great Pyrenees named Gus and waited until the four of us walked over to the ballpark.
On the way we stopped at the deli to pick up a sandwich. My brother ran across the street against the light. I remarked to my friend later that riding bikes would have been difficult because he is alway always is so independent.
My father was waiting for us at the park with beer and food. My friend quietly hung out in the playground while the others went off to talk. The most of the rest of our friends and family showed up then.
I hung out in the playground with the loud nephews. My friend and my mother quietly took photos. A number of people mentioned our planned Folsom trip. My friend said she didn’t want to share her sandwich so I ate my brother’s.
She and I walked to the stadium entrance with our equipment and quietly donned our straps. I dropped the equipment off at the valet and walked to our seats – my friend texted a bit before that that the Club Level was really fancy. I found her as the second inning was starting and settled in next to her.
I was really happy we hadn’t gotten worn out before the game. It was quiet time when we sat down and when it had at least halfway ended I walk to the Dugout for some hats but discovered I have forgotten my Ticket. However, my brother and brother-in-law were with me so I got a beer instead.
I returned and got my ticket and went to the lower level to get some hats after my friend got a drink with dad. When I got back I discovered that the hats were a real hit. I did a lot of quiet explaining of the game. I also gladly explain to the game down below. By the seventh everyone was loudly rooting for the team and I had to spend it to the bottom of the club level twice.
A short while later my friend and I decided to quietly explored the stadium by ourselves. The Giants were winning at that time and the ninth and it just a short while later. We said bye to everyone and walked to the valet. Then we found our way onto the train.
Unfortunately there was no air conditioning and the train was packed. It also had a broken door which hampered hour forward movement. At Church I went to Ace hardware while she she was at store.
I couldn’t find her after the hardware store so I went home and did some vacuuming. It turned out my brother and his wife had met her at the store. I did the dishes before she got back and made us dinner. We then wound the house down at 8:30 and my brother decided to call it a night.
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.
We needed food and equipment. We debated bringing bikes. My brother and sister-in-law were patient. When we got to Valencia we were surprised that we ended up going to our preferred coffee shop. We took it easy there because it was early. My brother tried the pour over coffee.
Walking to 16th I advocated for the bus. However, upon our arrival everyone had a different thing to do. So, we let the bus go and descended into the tube. The ride was easy enough. We walked to the ferry building. We split up and some guy from New York City bought me a coffee. Later I stood quietly near a great Pyrenees named Gus and waited until the four of us walked over to the ballpark.
On the way we stopped at the deli to pick up a sandwich. My brother ran across the street against the light. I remarked to my friend later that riding bikes would have been difficult because he is alway always is so independent.
My father was waiting for us at the park with beer and food. My friend quietly hung out in the playground while the others went off to talk. The most of the rest of our friends and family showed up then.
I hung out in the playground with the loud nephews. My friend and my mother quietly took photos. A number of people mentioned our planned Folsom trip. My friend said she didn’t want to share her sandwich so I ate my brother’s.
She and I walked to the stadium entrance with our equipment and quietly donned our straps. I dropped the equipment off at the valet and walked to our seats – my friend texted a bit before that that the Club Level was really fancy. I found her as the second inning was starting and settled in next to her.
I was really happy we hadn’t gotten worn out before the game. It was quiet time when we sat down and when it had at least halfway ended I walk to the Dugout for some hats but discovered I have forgotten my Ticket. However, my brother and brother-in-law were with me so I got a beer instead.
I returned and got my ticket and went to the lower level to get some hats after my friend got a drink with dad. When I got back I discovered that the hats were a real hit. I did a lot of quiet explaining of the game. I also gladly explain to the game down below. By the seventh everyone was loudly rooting for the team and I had to spend it to the bottom of the club level twice.
A short while later my friend and I decided to quietly explored the stadium by ourselves. The Giants were winning at that time and the ninth and it just a short while later. We said bye to everyone and walked to the valet. Then we found our way onto the train.
Unfortunately there was no air conditioning and the train was packed. It also had a broken door which hampered hour forward movement. At Church I went to Ace hardware while she she was at store.
I couldn’t find her after the hardware store so I went home and did some vacuuming. It turned out my brother and his wife had met her at the store. I did the dishes before she got back and made us dinner. We then wound the house down at 8:30 and my brother decided to call it a night.
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.
Thursday, August 9, 2018
Through Fairfax on “Slowmingo”
On June 17 I wrote that I finished writing at Naves and went to the liquor store and 7-Eleven for stuff before riding the short way to the house on the hill POE. The ride was very steep in places but took less time than the long way.
When I got there they were already making dinner which was supposed to have been my job. They ceded the job of cooking to me and I got it done. My friend was winding down and I convinced her to quit for a while. The meal was great. When we were done she and I wound the house down together.
An hour later we were all in the living room together again. I had picked up beer and whiskey so was trying to finish it. There was a pie and I had gotten ice cream. We sat and ate our dessert. I had joked that we had to eat a quarter slice each.
A while later we were getting ready for bed. Two of us slept in the living room. I woke up only once. I was pretty sure there was something in the middle of the night but I didn’t do anything with it.
The next morning I awoke to noise about the house and pancakes. My friend had gotten up first and attended to noise. Our companions had slept an extra hour and my friend had made breakfast. The meal was great and while we got cleaned up I took care of things around the house until we got dressed and went for a walk up the hill.
I wanted to look at Ridge Road and we got pretty far up that way before the noise was too much. We had to turn back. It was mainly on me to assuage the noise so I headed back first. Once there we sat for a short bit but quickly started quiet time.
I was on my walk on for a short bit and a bit later I returned to where we had walked and continued with my bike to wear the road ended. I found a trail inclined to the base of Pam’s Blue Ridge. Then I headed down to Holly and Scenic on the other road. I determined that the pass in there would likely lead to Tamarancho.
I returned to the house and the girls were getting ready to go to town for lunch. We packed the bikes up and got the trailer is out. I had initially wanted to descend on scenic but I was overruled on account that it was one way.
We took Tamalpais down and locked up at the park. Initially that worked out but we wanted to eat so we took what was left of our equipment to a few restaurants and settled in for pizza.
The meal was noisy but good. We had a couple of moments but afterward we went to the Mountain Bike Museum and Fairfax Market where we saw our hostess’ mother again. She had been calling our group “bakfiets.” It was a short moment later at around 530 when we were heading back to the bikes. The last part of the trip was a different difficult task on account of the noise.
We went from the park to the Tamalpais entrance but this time we took Scenic. I had thought it would be less steep but I was wrong. My friend pushed herself to the first landing but it was impossible. At some point we switched and helped each other climb. My friend had also switched with our companions – one of whole had never pulled the trailer before.
When we got to the top we locked up and went down to the rental house. My friend and I got loud in the living room and our companions made roasted veggies in the kitchen. I did some research on the pictures on the walls. I discovered that the neighborhood had been served during the 20s by a funicular.
We wound the house down then. I was still trying to drink all of the beer at that point so as the time ticked away I was falling asleep. My friend noticed that and told us to sit for the pie she had made. She also opened the chocolate wine she had found in in the cupboard. I thought it tasted a little bit like a Bailey’s knock off.
I passed out after our companions went to bed and didn’t recall my friend getting up although I did wake to some strange noises.
In the morning she told me she had been up since 530. I woke up at 7:30 when everyone else had gotten up. This time we had quiche and I thought the meal was exquisite. We had given up on the possibility of having good coffee and had been allowing ourselves to drink the K-cup coffee.
It was cleanup time after that. Initially I was slow to help. I left my friend alone for a bit. When we were all getting ready it was nearly 10 and I estimated 40 minutes to the ferry. My friend checked what it was to get out of the house. Then we dickered over the bags, packing, cleaning and other stuff.
Once we were on the road we took some pictures and I tried to find the old funicular route. However it was too difficult. We did see a site with potential along Sequoia near Manor.
It was quiet time through Fairfax on “Slowmingo” and I got honked at on Center. The ride through San Anselmo was tough because I had turned onto a side street to avoid a car and it end up following us for several blocks. Also I experimented riding through places in Ross which didn’t turn out perfect.
Through Kentfield and Larkspur we searched for a park at which we could picnic and had a hard time. We followed the slough and also took a wrong turn but eventually found Heatherwood Park. The stairs to the east had made the search really difficult. There were interesting structures and I climbed them with my beer. We ate leftovers and had a good time.
We returned to Lucky Drive then. Then we had intended to stop at Pete’s we went to the bike shop instead – they made us coffee! We quietly surveyed the offerings and interviewed a mechanic.
We made the ferry fine. My friend hid herself away in the hold where we hung out for the duration. I had a couple of drinks and when we got off we had a bit of trouble with our trailers.
We all rode up Market Street – there was very little traffic – very quiet. We said bye at Valencia and I carried as much into the apartment as possible. It was quiet time. I left my friend alone and we unpacked. Then I noisily entertained. She went to the burrito place and when she returned we ate before we wound down for the night.
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.
When I got there they were already making dinner which was supposed to have been my job. They ceded the job of cooking to me and I got it done. My friend was winding down and I convinced her to quit for a while. The meal was great. When we were done she and I wound the house down together.
An hour later we were all in the living room together again. I had picked up beer and whiskey so was trying to finish it. There was a pie and I had gotten ice cream. We sat and ate our dessert. I had joked that we had to eat a quarter slice each.
A while later we were getting ready for bed. Two of us slept in the living room. I woke up only once. I was pretty sure there was something in the middle of the night but I didn’t do anything with it.
The next morning I awoke to noise about the house and pancakes. My friend had gotten up first and attended to noise. Our companions had slept an extra hour and my friend had made breakfast. The meal was great and while we got cleaned up I took care of things around the house until we got dressed and went for a walk up the hill.
I wanted to look at Ridge Road and we got pretty far up that way before the noise was too much. We had to turn back. It was mainly on me to assuage the noise so I headed back first. Once there we sat for a short bit but quickly started quiet time.
I was on my walk on for a short bit and a bit later I returned to where we had walked and continued with my bike to wear the road ended. I found a trail inclined to the base of Pam’s Blue Ridge. Then I headed down to Holly and Scenic on the other road. I determined that the pass in there would likely lead to Tamarancho.
I returned to the house and the girls were getting ready to go to town for lunch. We packed the bikes up and got the trailer is out. I had initially wanted to descend on scenic but I was overruled on account that it was one way.
We took Tamalpais down and locked up at the park. Initially that worked out but we wanted to eat so we took what was left of our equipment to a few restaurants and settled in for pizza.
The meal was noisy but good. We had a couple of moments but afterward we went to the Mountain Bike Museum and Fairfax Market where we saw our hostess’ mother again. She had been calling our group “bakfiets.” It was a short moment later at around 530 when we were heading back to the bikes. The last part of the trip was a different difficult task on account of the noise.
We went from the park to the Tamalpais entrance but this time we took Scenic. I had thought it would be less steep but I was wrong. My friend pushed herself to the first landing but it was impossible. At some point we switched and helped each other climb. My friend had also switched with our companions – one of whole had never pulled the trailer before.
When we got to the top we locked up and went down to the rental house. My friend and I got loud in the living room and our companions made roasted veggies in the kitchen. I did some research on the pictures on the walls. I discovered that the neighborhood had been served during the 20s by a funicular.
We wound the house down then. I was still trying to drink all of the beer at that point so as the time ticked away I was falling asleep. My friend noticed that and told us to sit for the pie she had made. She also opened the chocolate wine she had found in in the cupboard. I thought it tasted a little bit like a Bailey’s knock off.
I passed out after our companions went to bed and didn’t recall my friend getting up although I did wake to some strange noises.
In the morning she told me she had been up since 530. I woke up at 7:30 when everyone else had gotten up. This time we had quiche and I thought the meal was exquisite. We had given up on the possibility of having good coffee and had been allowing ourselves to drink the K-cup coffee.
It was cleanup time after that. Initially I was slow to help. I left my friend alone for a bit. When we were all getting ready it was nearly 10 and I estimated 40 minutes to the ferry. My friend checked what it was to get out of the house. Then we dickered over the bags, packing, cleaning and other stuff.
Once we were on the road we took some pictures and I tried to find the old funicular route. However it was too difficult. We did see a site with potential along Sequoia near Manor.
It was quiet time through Fairfax on “Slowmingo” and I got honked at on Center. The ride through San Anselmo was tough because I had turned onto a side street to avoid a car and it end up following us for several blocks. Also I experimented riding through places in Ross which didn’t turn out perfect.
Through Kentfield and Larkspur we searched for a park at which we could picnic and had a hard time. We followed the slough and also took a wrong turn but eventually found Heatherwood Park. The stairs to the east had made the search really difficult. There were interesting structures and I climbed them with my beer. We ate leftovers and had a good time.
We returned to Lucky Drive then. Then we had intended to stop at Pete’s we went to the bike shop instead – they made us coffee! We quietly surveyed the offerings and interviewed a mechanic.
We made the ferry fine. My friend hid herself away in the hold where we hung out for the duration. I had a couple of drinks and when we got off we had a bit of trouble with our trailers.
We all rode up Market Street – there was very little traffic – very quiet. We said bye at Valencia and I carried as much into the apartment as possible. It was quiet time. I left my friend alone and we unpacked. Then I noisily entertained. She went to the burrito place and when she returned we ate before we wound down for the night.
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.
Sunday, August 5, 2018
Going to Bike Party
On June 10 I wrote that Friday evening I stopped at Souvla to get my friend a meal and then went to the apartment where she was struggling. She hadn’t heard from the neighbor so decided to stay in. I had had a late lunch so wasn’t super hungry but I did try her salad. I left about seven when she had begun winding the house down.
I rode to Civic Center and boarded the first train that came. I transferred twice because that strategy is better than sitting through delays. At Berkeley I dropped a check and went to Berkeley Civic Center for break party. I saw a bunch of people I knew but just sat looking at Twitter. When it was nearly time I asked a guy for a swig of his bourbon and everyone took off to follow the green flag.
We took Allston around strawberry creek. I learned about the bowling club. We crossed the tracks, lagoons and freeway. Some girl on skates was amazing. She was a very good skater but not versed in how to deal with a group of cyclists.
I took photos of the sunset. I got a great picture of some of the tidal art. We passed IKEA and headed to the foot of the bridge where a bunch of cops and maintenance trucks were we waiting with lights on. We mostly ignored them. The green flag set up and I stood with the guys. The cops got bored and I had a donut and wandered around. The disco ball was set up in a great spot.
I saw the green flag take off and decided to go with it. We took the path back to Powell. At first I was really aggressive in following but I fell back and let everyone passed me. We rode to Powell and then through Emeryville to San Pablo Terrace 27th and I want to watch the dancers at the Embarcadero near Lake Merritt. I wandered around then enjoying the scene but decided to quit after talking to some of the leadership. I rode by myself to Bart but found a couple of the guys on the train.
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.
I rode to Civic Center and boarded the first train that came. I transferred twice because that strategy is better than sitting through delays. At Berkeley I dropped a check and went to Berkeley Civic Center for break party. I saw a bunch of people I knew but just sat looking at Twitter. When it was nearly time I asked a guy for a swig of his bourbon and everyone took off to follow the green flag.
We took Allston around strawberry creek. I learned about the bowling club. We crossed the tracks, lagoons and freeway. Some girl on skates was amazing. She was a very good skater but not versed in how to deal with a group of cyclists.
I took photos of the sunset. I got a great picture of some of the tidal art. We passed IKEA and headed to the foot of the bridge where a bunch of cops and maintenance trucks were we waiting with lights on. We mostly ignored them. The green flag set up and I stood with the guys. The cops got bored and I had a donut and wandered around. The disco ball was set up in a great spot.
I saw the green flag take off and decided to go with it. We took the path back to Powell. At first I was really aggressive in following but I fell back and let everyone passed me. We rode to Powell and then through Emeryville to San Pablo Terrace 27th and I want to watch the dancers at the Embarcadero near Lake Merritt. I wandered around then enjoying the scene but decided to quit after talking to some of the leadership. I rode by myself to Bart but found a couple of the guys on the train.
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.
Thursday, August 2, 2018
Our Trip to Fairfax
On 15 June I wrote that the night before I did a bunch of preparation for our trip to Fairfax. We had a mountain of laundry to do. We also had to get the trailer right. I went through my bike tool kit. By the time we were done putting clothes away it was 12 and Charlie was asleep. I was up until one in the morning.
Though my friend had been feeling under the weather she was all right to get up at six. I was up at 7:15 and fought through my fugue to get the bikes locked up out front. By then I had quietly eating a bowl of cereal and some smoothie. I brought our bags down and she brought the trailer down. I quietly locked the door right after making sure the laundry was off.
We went to Valencia and started our journey. I noticed that my friend made all of the lights one by one and we never really needed to worry about our tempo. However, we did have some bus problems.
We met our companions at equator coffee and then went to the Ferry Building after that pretty fast. I thought our tempo was perfect even when we had trouble. After I fill up my clipper we settled in for some pastries. Forty minutes later we were caffeinated and ready to go. The attendants were really nice even know we had trouble. On the boat I tried to rebalance but my bags had to be packed that way. I did quiet on my back to the snack stand until the boat docked and then we rolled off.
I had trouble communicating the route so I opted instead for traveling a short distance before they approved on my suggested route. We passed the canoe place and rode along Luck Dr. My friend was ecstatic about the artist spaces there.
As we rode towards Miller Drive I noticed that Lucky isn’t super fun at the end because of the freeway traffic but it also went straight to the park. We then passed through Larkspur, Corte Madera and Ross pretty quick. We stopped a couple of times to let cars pass. After the seminary we took to get to the San Anselmo my town center.
Initially I tried to get coffee but my friend wanted to picnic at the park so we parked at the café and sat in the park eating. She had made us pan bagne. I noted that the whole thing was easy. I little later went to the fountain to quitely admire the Yoda and Indiana Jones statues.
I got my friend a lemonade and a coffee for myself. Then we connected the trailer and meandered to Fairfax. The ride was easy but in the town I took away around the center and it was hard. We went to the Civic Center Park and figured out the hill to the house we had rented.
We started climbing and it was tough. My friend was equal but wanted to accompany our companions. I dropped the bike and got her before we started unpacking at the rental. Once inside we played with the stuff in the place. I had a beer and we ordered groceries. The deck was so high that it proved hard for me to deal with but my friend quietly let us use it. We tried to figure out the groceries but I made to leave instead.
I met the hostess mother before I headed down to the local bar.
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.
Though my friend had been feeling under the weather she was all right to get up at six. I was up at 7:15 and fought through my fugue to get the bikes locked up out front. By then I had quietly eating a bowl of cereal and some smoothie. I brought our bags down and she brought the trailer down. I quietly locked the door right after making sure the laundry was off.
We went to Valencia and started our journey. I noticed that my friend made all of the lights one by one and we never really needed to worry about our tempo. However, we did have some bus problems.
We met our companions at equator coffee and then went to the Ferry Building after that pretty fast. I thought our tempo was perfect even when we had trouble. After I fill up my clipper we settled in for some pastries. Forty minutes later we were caffeinated and ready to go. The attendants were really nice even know we had trouble. On the boat I tried to rebalance but my bags had to be packed that way. I did quiet on my back to the snack stand until the boat docked and then we rolled off.
I had trouble communicating the route so I opted instead for traveling a short distance before they approved on my suggested route. We passed the canoe place and rode along Luck Dr. My friend was ecstatic about the artist spaces there.
As we rode towards Miller Drive I noticed that Lucky isn’t super fun at the end because of the freeway traffic but it also went straight to the park. We then passed through Larkspur, Corte Madera and Ross pretty quick. We stopped a couple of times to let cars pass. After the seminary we took to get to the San Anselmo my town center.
Initially I tried to get coffee but my friend wanted to picnic at the park so we parked at the café and sat in the park eating. She had made us pan bagne. I noted that the whole thing was easy. I little later went to the fountain to quitely admire the Yoda and Indiana Jones statues.
I got my friend a lemonade and a coffee for myself. Then we connected the trailer and meandered to Fairfax. The ride was easy but in the town I took away around the center and it was hard. We went to the Civic Center Park and figured out the hill to the house we had rented.
We started climbing and it was tough. My friend was equal but wanted to accompany our companions. I dropped the bike and got her before we started unpacking at the rental. Once inside we played with the stuff in the place. I had a beer and we ordered groceries. The deck was so high that it proved hard for me to deal with but my friend quietly let us use it. We tried to figure out the groceries but I made to leave instead.
I met the hostess mother before I headed down to the local bar.
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.
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