... on a bike or two. Doughnuts first though and Dynamo win a major prize!
The hills with a dead-weight toddler on the back got me foot-stompingly mad but a lesson in gear technology, about 35 years too late, rendered me more able to climb every mountian and find the necessary bliss to savor the downhill into Sausalito - the verdant, Italianate resort for those well above our tax bracket.
Then the greatest gift of all - an iced beer on deck, as we ferried past Alcatraz in the evening sun.
