Well, last Saturday three of us rode BART over to San Francisco and had to carry the bikes up three levels to get to the street.
Phil was leading the ride and no one else showed up just because it was threatening to pour again.
Phil knows all of the really worst ways to tour San Francisco and Michael and I were stupid enough to follow him.
From the top of each hill we had a different and exciting view. And in between we got to call Phil all sorts of names for putting us through that. And it gave us a reason to stop in a pastry/coffee shop and have a fat pill.
While only 30 miles this turned out to be a really tiring ride. We even went down a street out in the boondocks of San Francisco that made Lombard St. (http://www.sftravel.com/lomabardcrookedstreet.html) look like a freeway.
The moral is that you can have a great bike ride anywhere.