I forgot the best part of my Albastache ride: one long climb was up Old Tunnel Road above Oakland. 28 years ago that whole canyon burned in what was called the Oakland Firestorm. As I was contemplating the changes that had occurred in the 30 years I’d done this climb. There’s the new house built to look like a saxophone. There’s the spot where a Specialized Stumpjumper melted in the fire while locked to a railing. Etcetera.
My mind wandered as I thought about fire policy, climate change and various veins of scientific thought as well as some technical topics I would need to discuss with my coworkers once I got to the office. It’s one of the many reasons I enjoy cycling, particularly uphill and solo. It’s an all too rare opportunity to daydream and meditate. As I crested the climb and reached to shift to the big ring I realized that I had completely stopped thinking about the bike or the new cockpit. It had ‘disappeared’. That’s about as much as I can ask for from equipment. Bill Lindsay El Cerrito, Ca -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "RBW Owners Bunch" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to rbw-owners-bunch+unsubscr...@googlegroups.com. To post to this group, send email to rbw-owners-bunch@googlegroups.com. Visit this group at https://groups.google.com/group/rbw-owners-bunch. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.
