I enjoy riding in rural areas so much that when I do come to a large city I find it a little unsettling. I am experienced riding in traffic defensively but the whole race and bustle of the city seems so pointless to me at this point. I find this interesting since I used to be part of that. It seems so far away from where I am now.
I rode across the Golden Gate Bridge on my way into San Francisco. This may seems strange but until I was standing on this massive structure looking down at the water far below, this whole trip didn’t quite seem real. This major landmark informed me that I am not anywhere near home; this is awesome.
I found some friendly people, not hard to do in San Francisco, who gave me directions to my friend Beau’s office. Unfortunately they didn’t take into account that I was on the bike when they handed out their advice. To any other cyclists touring in San Francisco I would NOT recommend cycling up Steiner and then up California. There must be a better way around this hill. On one 4 block stretch I had to stop seven times to rest. That steep hill coming out of Elk ain’t got nothin on these hills.
I was lucky enough to spend a few days visiting with Beau and getting some errands taken care of. I was also able to meet with my friend Barb who just returned from many of the places I’ll be going in South America and got the lowdown. SF is a great city.
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