October 9, 2001
I haven't been particularly vocal of late, since my wrists are acting up again. That means less typing and even less riding, which in turn makes for a boring bike journal. Fortunately, the past few days have been good wrist days, which makes me pretty hopeful. I've found that if I ice both arms at least once or twice a day, as well as wear the rigid braces to sleep in and the thick rubber/velcro ones whenever I type or ride, it seems to help. That is to say, I still have aching forearms and occassional sharp inner wrist pain, but it cuts back on the hot burning tingling all over my hands.
Moral: adjust your damn handlebars already!
So I agreed. We compromised on taking Highway 92, instead of the more interesting and twisty Highway 84, though, because I didn't want to risk twisties if my arms weren't up to the ride. I decided to try wearing my adjustable wrist braces while riding, which I don't normally do, since they'd been helping me at work. They did seem to help a lot, though it's sort of a pain in the ass to tighten the jacket cuff around them enough that my glove cuff will fit over the jacket.
The ride up to Half Moon Bay was really nice, even though it was freeway riding. I forgot that Ceej's SVS is still in break-in, and so she couldn't go above 5000rpms, but it was actually really nice to ride more slowly than I would have anyway. Gave me a chance to look at the scenery and take it easy. We stopped right at the intersection of Highways 280 and 92, which is at Crystal Springs Reservoir, for me to stretch my arms out and take a couple of pictures.
As non-twisty as it is, I really like Highway 92. It's a bitch on summer weekends, when everyone in the valley is trying to get to/from the beach, but on a weekday, it's perfect. Not a lot of traffic at all, and the scenery is really amazing. Anything that gets me high up a mountain and looking down at the Bay or the Pacific Ocean and lots of green rolling hills in between is A-OK in my book, thankyouverymuch.
We ate lunch at a little cafe on Main Street in Half Moon Bay, and successfully avoided going into any number of little kitsch shops. There was one neat-looking store by the cafe, though, that sold really interesting looking kites and wind socks; that one might be worth a second glance sometime. As we walked back to the bikes, we did the dorky bike owner thing of taking a million pictures. You have to cut us some slack, though -- the two SVSs lined up next to each other look pretty darn nice.
For our trip back, Ceej suggested taking Hwy 92 to Caņada Road instead of Highway 280. I'd never been on Caņada, so I agreed, and she took the lead. It was a really pretty route than ran parallel to 280, along the Crystal Springs Reservoir and through horse farms and rural-looking residential areas. If it weren't for 280 being in view, I could have easily imagined us being in the Central Valley somewhere far away from Silicon Valley. It was a nice route. We ended up taking Highway 84 (also known as Woodside) about a block to Whisky Hill Road, which took us to Sand Hill Road, which in turn brought us through 10 kinds of construction back to Palo Alto. All in all, it was about a 45-mile round trip which took about 2.5 hours, including lunch.
It strikes me that we're incredibly lucky for numerous reasons, both to be so close to the ocean and foothills so as to ride to them during a lunch break, and for working at a company that allows us to do so on particularly gorgeous autumn days.
you outta be in pictures, baybee.