We slithered back down the mountain at a more socially-responsible pace,
with a radar-detector escort & grumbling the whole way.
Marsh Creek Rd. was short & sweet, with Morgan Territory Rd. next. The
STUPID Ride Leader, for like the 2nd time in 3 years, drops his bike in a
low-speed, wet corner AGAIN! The 14 layers of clothing & those fabulous
clown pants (with the knee pads over his shins) saved his sorry butt
again! He picks up the bike, brushes a little of the dirt off, & continued
on. I think he needs a NEW FUCK-UP shirt & a spanking from Mistress Lisa!
The rest of the way to Livermore was brisk & uneventful. Mines Rd., the
Junction, & San Antonio Valley Rd. to Mt. Hamilton were a blur.
At the Observatory, and later at Alum Rock Rd., Kari enquired as to number
of curves on Mt. Hamilton Rd. & that the closest guess would win a
prize! Someone ELSE guessed within like ONE, but I didn't see what the
prize was.
Sierra, Felder, & Calaveras roads took us to Sunol & a farewell drink at
the bar. A good ride. Now, if we can just get this ride leader to keep it
UP on two wheels!
Catfish ...