The 15 miles to the summit included some short respites of descent, but knowing that these meant elevation loss made them somewhat bitter. We entered the fog/clouds, and Adam deduced that fog + tree = rain, so we dodged some wet patches, if one can be said to dodge at 5 mph.
We came upon some police cars and an enormous truck with a winch that was towing an errant car up the cliffside. I was really, really tired at this point--I don't think I've ever done such a sustained climb--and was begging for the summit with each pedal stroke. We finally made it, and on the descent, a combination of exhaustion, excitement, inexperience and pure stupidity resulted in my going down on one curve. I will never consciously be that idiotic again...I slid out on a left-hand bend and tore up my left thigh/butt and my left handl
e bar tape. My bike was otherwise unscathed, my head was fine, and I had some raspberries on my left elbow, ankle, and calf. My $80 shorts were torn up during their third wear--dammit--but a small price to pay for my idiocy.
Adam and I cautiously took the remainder of the descent into Mill Valley (crazy steep parts) and stopped for lunch and my getting-my-shit-together at Cafe Trieste in Sausalito. The ride back across the GG Bridge and to the city was uneventful--tourist dodging on the bridge.
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