We hadn’t been up Twin Peaks yet with the new bikes (replacing the stolen ones), and found a new route that takes a little longer but is easier at the beginning, so on Friday afternoon Juanjo picked me up from the train and we got the bikes and went up. It was a rare afternoon in San Francisco, actually feeling like summer with a mild instead of whipping wind and not a bit of fog anywhere. The new bikes do the job (mine’s not nearly as nice as my old one, but probably just as well because if it gets stolen again I won’t be heartbroken), and the day was so glorious that the stress of the week quickly melted away as we rode up the hill. Not that it was easy, of course! I don’t think it matters how in shape you are, those hills are brutal. But the late afternoon light cut across the golden grassy hillside on the west side of Twin Peaks, blackberries hung heavy from a few brambles along the road, and the temperature was temperate and enjoyable. We enjoyed the ride so much that we then headed down Market all the way to the Ferry Building at the end to extend the fun, enjoy the afternoon, and eat dinner (burger and shake) on a bench by the bay.
