When we arrived in San Francisco, Mary left for the ferry, while the rest of us waited for Miguel to return from his morning meditation ~ 15 minutes. About 9am, the six of us rode across the Golden Gate Bridge. We decided to go under the bridge, however, after a nice descent we were stopped at the bottom by the construction workers using a crane to move some large steel items. They asked if we had read the sign? I said "what sign?" Well, there is a very large sign on top saying "CLOSED". Troy and Miguel had seen the sign. We were sent back up the road.
We decided to have breakfast in Sausalito. So, we put our noses out for the greasiest spoon place that we could find. Lighthouse was it, and the place was packed. According to Troy and Miguel, they could barely finish two pancakes, because they were so big. Ken was the only one that the doctors would proud of with what he ate. The rest of us were questioning our ability to ride without being sick.
We finally started riding about 11am, with the group breaking up into two groups; the Racers (Miguel, Ken, Troy), and the Singers (Kim, Ray, Deborah). I should say Ray and Kim were the singers, as I had no clue to what they were singing. I could tell my age. The only thing I could sing was Nat King Cole's "When You Are Smiling".
However, the age issue disappeared when Ray and I raced up the hill to Occidental and, of course, I beat him. Ray and Kim passed out on the bench in Occidental. Kim and I found out Ray has testosterone disease or foot-in-mouth disease. Ray told us, for him to be a man all he needs is a truck.
Jimmy Baker and Teri Duffy rode up from San Jose, but missed our party, however, they must have had their own party. They were grounded by their children for coming in after dark.
-Deborah