Last year we rode to half moon bay, 30 strong. This year we returned with 40 (including my mom and this rad be-dreaded man making his way back to Tucson and his 5 year-old daughter). There were a few spills, a few flats, and even a cracked frame, but all in all it was a good reminder of how life can cut you to the quick, in the best way.

The red badge of courage.

Miscreants – all got ticketed for helmetless riding.

Occupy caltrain

We collectively did over 90 pullups (that’s Tim doing the first 50).

Now this life-as-a-play I wouldn’t mind living for the rest of my days.