'Twas a lovely Halloween morning when bigbossman and set out from his humble abode. 'Twas a lovely Halloween afternoon when we returned. In between, we experienced the good and the bad that road cycling has to offer - much more of the forme, fortunately.
The ride was through the streets and bike paths of San Ramon and Danville and up Southgate to the Mt. Diablo junction. I had suggested doing Diablo, but prevailed upon BBM to cut it short at the Junction because (a) it was hazier than I thought it would be, hence the views would not be so good, and (b) I was not feeling the climbing love as much as I thought I might. So, down Northgate to Walnut Creek and back throght Alamo and Danville aon teh way back to Casa de Bossman. The weather was great, and we had a great time riding. 38.87 miles, 2205 feet of climbing, 11.8 mph average (which I;ll take, coinsidering how much of th etime was spent on the Devil Mountain), fun riding all around.
So what was the bad? Truth be told, it wasn't really "bad," more like slightly annoying. Three slightly annoyings, to be precise.
First, we stopped at a yard sale on the outskirts of Alamo because BBM spotted some bikes, and he is always on the prowl for flip material. As BBM pulled up, the 60-something homeowner fairly sprinted out fo the garage to tell BBM that the bikes (a grossly overpriced Schwinn-approved World Traveler and a Kuwahara knock-about tandem) were "not for sale to you bicyclists. You guys are worse than people who can't speak English." Why, you might als? "Because all you guys want to do is compare what you have to what I have." Oooooooo-kaaaaaay. This Dale Carnegie graduate went on to tell BBM that the bikes he had for sale were "American-made" and tough and sturdy and the like, while what BBM was on was a "Chinese-made piece of crap - I wouldn't touch it." The bike to which Mr. Wizard eas referring was BBM's new, gorgeous, sweet-riding Pogliaghi. Suffic to say no deals were struck.
Second, during our food stop at Norm's on the main drag of Danville (and you really should try the place), a guy with a room-temperature IQ rode up on a Vespa - with two dogs of the Pekinese ilk on the floor. The guy strode purposefully into Norms to get a beer (which at one point he put down on our table and walked off - I just report this stuff, I don't make it up) and left the liitle mutts to wander under customer's feet, pee on the tree in the middle of the patio seating, mosy on up the street - in general, being little nuisances.
Third, heading towards BBM's home on Norris Canyon, some geezer came up behind me at a red light and started honking. From his gestures, it appeared that he thought I should be right up against the curb (which is the perfect position to get right-hooked when the light turns green). It took a few honks before I figured out he was actually honking at me. I checked his turn signal to see if he wanted to turn - nope. He was pointing to the right and saying something that was rather hard to discern through his hermetcally sealed vehicle, although it was pretty clear that he was about half a blood pressure point short of an apoplexy over the current state of affairs. I asked in my most demure voice (meaning I yelled at full volume sao he could hear me) if he wanted to turn right. He shook his head "no." (If he had said "yes," I would have moved over to the left to give room to do so.) I replied even more demurely (meaning I turned on the vocal after-burners - believe me, I can hit "11" on the volume knob under the right circumstances)) "then SHUT UP." A few seconds later, the light turned, I started off, moving to the right give him all the room he could possibly need, not to mention the entirely empty lane next to him, and about a half block later he started to pull over as if he wanted to continue the conversation. As much fun as that intellectual give-and-take might have been, he either thought better of it or wasn't quite sure where he did want to turn, as he continued on on turned right a quarter mile ro so later. Yeah, I could have been more genteel in my response, but one has one's limits.
But even with all that, it was a fun ride on a lovely day. We could have done without the floor show, however.