Setting up this morning at BikeWorld in Alamo Heights, began with a little spook - front wheel rock from loose cones. Cranked down on my quick release, and that seemed to be enough.
Tad smoked me this morning - when we turned into Breckenridge Park, I didn't even try keeping up. Caught him again and passed him on Broadway when he caught up with the clump group that took off early - as Lou and I passed them, called out "kamikazes on your left"
but turning onto the Chavez stretch, had to let Tad go.
I was on my Moser, and Lou on his Tomassini, here at coffee.
There was this freaking grackle
that wanted my blueberry scone
and just wouldn't take no for an answer, dragging off the empty bag
but he was fun to photograph.
Met and flirted with a woman named Ruth, who showed us photos of her Schwinn 10-sp from college that Bike World recently refurbished.
Invited her to join the group next week - may have to let Lou beat me to the dome next week.
And my front wheel rock was nil every time I checked at stops through the end of the ride - will get it off the bike and adjust cones this afternoon.
