Hello, Folks! Yesterday was undoubtedly the hardest, most grueling, most psychologically screwed up ride yet. But TFG tackled it with the highest of spirits!
Coach was recovered from her ailment and was back in the game. Notice the armbands!
Naomi had no problem getting up Sequoia Valley Road.
Claire, on the other hand, had some technical difficulties, as per usual. Today included a three-pronged (gear-shaped) bruise in an unmentionable area. Here she is attempting to hitchhike a ride home.
Our ride took us up Highway One towards Stinson. What appeared to be a leisurely stretch of highway in a car proved to be a b*tch on a bike.
When we made it to the Beach, it was a smidge anticlimactic. I noticed there was no welcome wagon; rather, a small snack shack. (No clam shacks in sight)
Naomi did some yoga moves at the Snack Shack
TFG carbo loads!
Back in Marin, Coach let us stop for another snack. After alienating the table next to us with our trash talk, Coach and Naomi took a little nap.
I was soooo tired when the Ladies came over. But we kept snaking and watched "Breaking Away." Ciao, Bambinis!
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