Going to Butter Lap

On May 1, 2025, I wrote that the day before I rode home on Gough Street and swapped my cargo bike for my regular bike and then I rode on Bart to Embarcadero to get empanadas before going to Butter Lap.

When the group got to Fort Mason, I met a bunch of new people. One guy was helping a lady with a broken spoke. There was a guy from the Diablo Ride a few weeks earlier who I had met. I couldn’t remember his name. A couple I knew from my neighborhood were also there.

I left a bit early from Fort Mason, but the ride caught up. I surprised myself and was not last. Pacific Overlook was muted. I left early and took it easy.

At the Legion of Honor a few new people showed up, but everything else was mostly the same. I left first and one of the fast riders caught me at the waterfall. I passed people at panhandle. I did the little bit that one of the other riders likes to do at 19th Street to get around traffic.

Bender’s is always great. There were a lot of ladies. I saw a barista from the cafe near my office. She thought it was ironic that I was there. I tried to chat with the new Butter people.

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