We started our journey Saturday morning with a huge breakfast prepared by my mom and Haley. It was absolutely delicious! My mom made a huge scramble with feta, spinach, tomato, and scallions; Haley made banana chocolate chip muffins. We had Rachel and Doug riding with us up to San Francisco, which was amazing!
from left to right: Ale, Jaimee, Haley, Wayne, Rachel, Doug
Ale stoked about life before leaving
After securing the panniers and extra little flare pieces (pepper spray) onto our bikes, Ale and I attempted to move our bikes and gave each other a look of terror. Let me tell you something: when you add 70(ish) lbs to your bike, it makes it a little difficult to maneuver. We seriously struggled to get our bikes out of the driveway. And as we shakily made our way down the driveway, motown blasting from my front rack, I thought to myself, “please don’t fall on the driveway, mom won’t let you go.” Thankfully, I did not fall and we biked safely to Stanford where we met Ale’s friends at the house (Magic) she lived in for the past 6 months. On our way up, my dad and Tom biked with us for the first hour and then decided to try something new and go have a peets coffee before riding back home to Los Gatos. We had lunch at Magic and then headed out with 9 more riders. Riding through Stanford with the Magic residents + Doug, Bailey, Xanthe, Ale, and Bush (Rachel) was definitely one of my favorite moments of the ride. Marvin Gaye only added to the excitement as we sang along and navigated through the campus.
The Magic crew led us up Sandhill to Canada and then returned back home after lots of hugs and goodbyes. Bailey and Xanthe continued with us up Canada Road and then left us to continue on with Doug and Bush. I can’t tell you how nice it was to have friends join for different parts of the ride with us.
just trying out some new modeling looks
This is at the end of Canada Road, where we parted with Bailey and Xanthe. Soon after we encountered a bit of a road block (literally, the road was blocked and we had to find another route). Thankfully, we had Doug to navigate us over and then back under highway 280. I’m going to be honest here, the detour route had by far the hardest hill and that was probably the low point for me on the ride. I got up the hill and looked at Ale and she was like, “I love you?” haha, I must have looked awful. I replied with, “yay bike trip…” Ale then proceeded to bring out the muffin bag and we each inhaled 2 of Haley’s muffins. I am so lucky to be going on this trip with someone that knows me so well (aka Ale knows when I look like I’m going to faint / I’m silent / I’m going to kill someone, I probably need, food, humor, or sleep). In this case, humor and food did the trick. Life got a lot better after the muffins. We had another climb up under 280, then we got on a beautiful path that went along the reservoir. The pathway was wonderful and another highlight of the day.
The last 30 miles were pretty difficult, but the music was definitely a huge help. Ale and I sung along whenever we had the breath to do so. As soon as either of us saw a hill up ahead we immediately shut our mouths and conserved as much energy as possible.
Words cannot even describe the happiness I felt when we finally reached Bush’s apartment in San Francisco. One might have predicted that Ale and I would have gone on some sort of practice ride with the baggage, but no. We thought it would be more fun to do 65 miles on the first ride with extra weight and on no sleep.
We had an absolutely amazing night out in SF, and I am soooo grateful I got to see so many of my favorite people before leaving.