It was my first road trip for the new job. This is going back almost five years. We flew into SFO and rented a car, drove up over the Golden Gate and parked ourselves at one of the crappy little hotels that huddle along the highway in southern Marin.
After a day of meetings, someone proposed a road ride the next morning. We rode the Paradise Loop, which is a magical bit of road that circles Tiburon on a roller-coaster ribbon of pavement called Paradise Drive. For an East Coast guy, this was something entirely different.
The biggest deal though was that I was there in a professional capacity. I was, in some very real way, getting paid to ride my bike.
Two days later I found myself on a mountain bike on Mt. Tam. Again, the riding bore no resemblance to the rocky, rutted single-track offered up by my New England home (and the last Ice Age). Again, I thought, “Holy shit, I’m getting paid to be here.”
I’ve been back a few times since, including the time I rode out to the Marin headlands, documented right here on RKP.
I don’t know where cycling will take me next. Well, after Utah in February, I don’t know. I’ve ridden in a lot of places in the last five years, places I never thought I’d get to, never mind ride.
This week’s Group Ride asks, where have you ridden that you never thought you’d get to ride? How did you get there? How was it?