I had my "Vintage" bike, but even with my other bike, I couldn't have gone on that ride, not unless I wanted to ride by myself, since there is no way I could have kept up with Pete and the others.
So, after visiting for a while in the Ralph's parking lot, our little group finally got started. I had a hard time with my Crank Brothers eggbeater pedals and the cleats on my new-to-me Sidi Mountain bike shoes.
We only rode to the top of Dehesa Road and back down, so the profile is quite dramatic.

After the ride, Steve and I recovered by having some tea and coffee outside the coffee shop. He told me about his friend Angel who has a motorcycle shop in National City and who knew the real person Anthony Hopkins plays in the wonderful movie, "The Fastest Indian in the World," a movie I highly recommend to everyone.
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