I left my house at 8am. I rode up and along Skyline, down Pinehurst into Moraga. There was ice on the ground. I sang as loud as I could through Canyon because I thought it would keep me warm. I sang some Beetles tunes. The ice was slippery. The canyon was beautiful.
I stopped in Orinda for Peets. I warmed my hands and feet with my coffee.
I rode the 3 Bears and around and then up Wildcat along to the ridge. I figured the climbing would keep me warm. I didn't see very many riders out there. I kept riding because I thought those bears would warm me up.
I saw a man riding his bike, wearing a balaclava with a jacket and shorts on and I laughed out loud at him when I rode past. I followed another man on a single speed for a while. He had a nice smooth pedal stroke and nice legs.
I could smell the smoke from the fireplaces, the bacon and eggs and toasts from breakfasts. I rode 60 hilly stiff cold miles because I thought they would all warm me up. All those miles, like a warm wool coat. I can fool myself like that sometimes. I was pretending I lived in Alaska.
When I was almost done and limping along on Skyline and fizzling out like a burnt up old candle, I heard happy voices from up ahead. Talking and laughing and then around the corner I saw them Bellas.
Marscat yelled LAUREN! And I saw Ippoc behind her and she said there's Lauren!
And I waved hard and smiled and yelled HI! And then I went home and took a nice long hot shower.
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