Sunday Evening, 10 September
Day One – First Riding Day
Group departed San Diego at 6:30 AM and climbed 77 miles, 8000 feet to Julian, an old gold mining town turned tourist trap in the mountains east of San Diego. Shortly after the miners arrived in the 19th century, some dude planted apple trees and they thrived. Now Julian is famous for apple pies. I didn’t try any. There was a long line of people waiting outside Mom’s Apple Pie Shop, and I would have been surprised to find them as tasty as Martha’s creations.
Bike Tech
My experiment riding platform pedals was a failure, not because they were inefficient to ride, but rather because the right pedal came loose from the crank arm, stripped the threads and ruined my crank arm. Upon arriving at Julian, we pulled the crank from the bottom bracket. Now I’m looking for a replacement.
Tomorrow is our day to work. I get to drive the lunch truck, and Martha, Debbie and I get to make lunch. Susan told me I’m cooking hot dogs. Guess that’s the man job.
I want to write more stories about the other riders in the group, and I’m pondering how to do that while preserving their privacy in this age of electronic trolls and goblins.