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Bicycle Trip 1999
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Texas 2003
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02/07  How I spent my weekend
02/08  Three States and a River
02/11  Welcome to the Desert
02/12  A Cold, Hot, Dry Day
02/13  29 Palms
02/17  Joshua Tree National Park kicked my butt
02/18  Canyons, Farms, and more Desert
02/19  See, this is why I gave up on the van
02/20  It snowed
02/25  Temecula to Oxnard
02/26  Not nearly tough enough
02/27  Solvang and Buellton
03/06  (pictures)
03/12  (pictures)
03/13  (pictures)
03/14  (pictures)
03/19  From Solvang to Lompok
03/20  Nothing to Report
03/22  (pictures)
03/23  (pictures)
03/25  Technical difficulties
03/26  Pleasantly Not Soaked
03/27  Another Shortcut
03/28  (pictures)
03/30  (pictures)
04/01  (pictures)
04/04  (pictures)
04/05  (pictures)
04/08  Toxic Orchards
04/09  Los Gatos Road
04/10  Summits
04/12  CalTrain
04/15  San Francisco
04/16  Almost Car Sick
04/17  Pinnipeds
04/19  (pictures)
04/22  (pictures)
04/22  Terrorists Stole My Jelly
04/23  A Little More Peddling
Wisconsin Bicycle Trip 2011
Bicycle Trip 2011
Nomadic 2011
Kayak Trip 2012
Nomadic 2012
Liverworks Productions
Nomadic 2013
Liverworks Productions
Texas Pig Hunting
Bicycle Trip 2014
Bicycle Trip 2015
Biking West 2015
Chickens and Pheasants 2016
Biking About 2016
New Zealand 2016
Kayak Trip 2017



tl;dr: I will be in San Francisco. But I have no time to bicycle there. So I'm on the train again.

Once again I find myself having to cover miles faster than is feasible by peddling.

A CalTrain ticket from Gilroy to San Francisco cost $12.50 from a machine next to the tracks. Nobody asked or checked for that ticket. I'm sure I did something wrong, but I boarded one of the bicycle cars. I realized I had also messed up by not clearly labeling my bicycle as destined for San Francisco. The bicycle car is designed so that bicycles can be strapped to the wall and passengers can sit above. There is room for about a dozen bicycles at first. After that people begin stacking them outward from the wall. Passengers are careful not to block in bicycles that will be departing before them. I eventually yelled down that my bike was "going all the way," and it was promptly buried.

It was reassuring seeing every cyclist dressed so utilitarian. These were folks who needed to get to work. There wasn't a bicycle weenie on the entire train.

Like in Los Angeles the locals enjoy their graffiti. I would have to say that San Francisco graffiti is sub-par when compared to Los Angeles graffiti. But there seem to be more actual murals.

I will spend much of the week with another new customer in San Francisco.

buried bicycle

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