Windigo

The past two rides, Friday and Sunday, have been dominated by the Windigo; when it's windy as hell but you still go. Friday proved to be the most misadventure-strewn ride I can remember. Departing in the crazy-ass wind, I thought I was pushing through and getting a ride in. Starting out to the ocean, I thought I'd go the bridge via the other side of the city and then go to Marin. Cruising down Sloat Boulevard, there was a bunch of unavoidable glass in the bike lane, and soon after I felt the horrible wiggly and jarring flat tire. My first flat since I've moved to San Francisco, so... 3-plus years of no flats. Pulled over on a grassy corner, went through the steps, but my vulcanizing rubber cement was mysteriously empty, perhaps it leaked. Anyways, no cement, no patch, no extra tube, one loser. iPhone to the rescue, bike shop 4 blocks away in West Portal, new tube and tire and some time with 3 old bike shop dudes.

Post-bike shop, I rode in the gnarly wind along the Great American Highway. The sand in the wind stung my arms and blurred my vision. Totally sweet.

Decided to cut my losses, went past my waterfall in GG Park and charged it home, blocked at Dolores Park by the  fallen SF firefighters procession and just gave in and sat at the park for a while. Ended with a disappointing 20 miles but could tell it wasn't my day.

Yesterday was... well, different than Friday I guess. Nothing went wrong the way they did on my way to the ocean, I just felt tired and heavy the whole time. The summer weather pattern, though favorable in its warmth and I shan't complain about that, brings some serious wind, which can sneak up and make it feel like I'm riding in Nutella. That was Sunday. Made it out to Tiburon and back for a 51 miler, but didn't feel very good about it. Kept thinking along the way: "Aren't all these miles I've been biking supposed to make this shit easier?" Guess not yet.

Well, the biking wasn't that much fun, and I guess that's reflected in how much I feel like writing about it. I guess that makes it a great time to discuss one of other namesakes for the this blog: my love of cars. In fact, my girlfriend calls cars my "one true love." Probably true. If you know me, you've probably heard me talk about cars or seen me get distracted by something obscure on the road. So, you're gonna have to deal with it on my blog too.

On our way to Sausalito on Saturday, we passed 5 Mercedes-Benz 300SL Gullwings, one of the most revolutionary sports cars in history. I'd never even seen one in person, and all of the sudden Truck-E was rumbling next to 5 cars each worth nearly a million dollars. They came in all flavors, too...

 I didn't realize how much I would love this car in red. It's incredible.

Pictures also never showed me how frickin long this car is.

We unfortunately didn't get any of the crazy, deep burgundy example.

They were all led by the new SLS, the modern interpretation. Doesn't have nearly the gravity as the 300s, but was cool to see and looks hewn from a single block of aluminum.

Another revolution began again today, as Stanford Rowing Camps started up for another year. 36 little bundles of joy today, and the wind was still effing with my shiiihhhh. One boat of 8 small children blew away from the dock so fast and so far that it took the next 45 minutes for them to just try to row into the wind back to the dock. It actually didn't go as badly as I had anticipated, so here we go.