the first ride

Thanks to the guys at SB, my bike's in working order and I took it for a spin on the morning of the Nike marathon. The plan was to ride along Brotherhood Way to Lake Merced and up the Great Highway since the roads will be closed for the race. I was a little nervous riding on the bumpy roads and every time I hit a pothole, I wanted to put my foot down. When I got near the race finish line, I was forced to cut through the park to reach the 10 mile mark to cheer for my friends. Then I waited, and waited and waited. I didn't see a single person I recognized. Thinking I may have missed them, I rode alongside the runners, scanning the crowds and not paying attention to the roads narrowing until I fell off my bike into a patch of grass. At least it wasn't concrete.

I ended up riding to a friend's place on Taravel for our pre-scheduled bike ride which consisted of a leasurely ride around the lake so he could check out all the women runners.