. . . I'm a bad conservationist. And a terrible ambassador.
I broke a spoke on my touring (& commuter) bike
last the previous Thursday. Since I'm lazy, I
haven't fixed it yet. Since I'm lazy and incredibly busy, I tried
to take it to someone to do it for me (they were closed), but
that's not what makes me a bad person.[*]. It just means that I spent some time this
weekend (finally!) getting my Stumpjumper into a ridable state,
and I've been commuting on that.
Yesterday (Thursday) morning I contemplated making up for slothish behavior earlier in the week by getting off the train in Menlo Park and riding in from there, but I wimped out, since I was going to be riding back to Palo Alto for games at Matt's house.
. . . Then fate handed me a second chance. There was a fatality in Mountain View, we were held at Menlo Park with no idication how long it would be.
I set out with the intent of riding through the Baylands & Shoreline.
