Jerad Weiner

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New Year’s Day Em and I biked to Ocean Beach to take in the surf, the low winter light was sharp to the southwest making silhouettes of people walking on the beach and to the northwest you could see all the way to the Farallon Islands. Today, I took an after work bike ride across the bridge to Hawk Hill and the Point Bonita Lighthouse. The short days stranded me without daylight on the far side of the headlands, my bicycle light is an anchor, I cannot see the hills around me but feel them as my legs slow and my breath is short. It’s quiet and you have just your thoughts, “There are no mountain lions out here, right?” I startle birds which flash across my headlights just as the occasional car breaks my focus, zipping easily uphill past me with a tap of the gas. The few signs that the City is just over the ridge. Falling back into the City, it’s headlights behind me across the bridge, wind at my back, I’ll be home in a half hour. 6 years in San Francisco and this place still knocks me over with its beauty. I am filled with gratitude and appreciation for the time I am able to experience it. If I ever take this place for granted, give me a swift kick.

Talked Em into her first SF Randonnuer ride this past weekend.  All in all, not bad for 70 miles, 4K of climbing and her second time on the bike with clipless pedals.  I totally missed the weather report and we were caught unprepared for the cold, foggy, sunless day. Luckily, we made it with some help from Dan and his extra gear and a mid-ride bike shop purchase. Still, we danced on the edge of cold exposure, which I regret and feel completely responsible for.  Despite the hurdles, we biked strong and I’m proud of how we did without an ounce of preparation.

Who knows, maybe we’ll be ready for the Pt Reyes ride in a few weeks?   More layers, more snacks.