Here’s my bike, waiting for the ferry.
Here’s what I saw as we left San Francisco.
It just seemed like such a good idea. Ride to the ferry building, get my latte, cruise into Larkspur Landing.
And then roll on home.
And then my boss had this crazy idea that we should have weekly meetings on Mondays. So now I have to carpool, because we’re meeting in places like Richmond and Concord. No ferry goes to either. It’s just not the same thing.