Apparently the people who choose music for fitness classes are doing a lot of “mashing.” This seems to involve scrunching a bunch of well-known songs together into one, continuous track. But it also — if I’m hearing correctly, as I sweat along in my spinning class — seems to involve (at least sometimes) replacing the … Read more
Last Saturday we went up Mt. Diablo. I didn’t much like the sound of Mt. Diablo — especially as I’d just come from the BART stop of its pacifist cousin, Pleasant Hill. We made it to some sort of station, at which point the really cool, gnarly cyclists continue upward to the peak. Coach Bumpster, … Read more
Did it — I’ve biked my age in miles, and a bit more! Last Saturday’s training ride, starting and ending in Half Moon Bay and hugging the coast on Route 1 and swinging inland through farms and some rather gnarly ascents, went for 53.1 miles. And no, I didn’t bike around the parking lot at … Read more
On New Year’s Eve, the day my brother Jake turned 39, I rode 39 miles on my bike. Thirty-nine years of age seems incredibly young to me, whereas 39 miles seems like a really large distance to bicycle. Jake called me just after I’d finished my ride. He and his wife, Ket, were having fun … Read more
The man working in the booth at the Pleasant Hill BART station yesterday morning was writing in a composition notebook. His hand, which gripped a pen, was twisted in a way that suggested he suffered from some kind of palsy. He wrote in clear, non-cursive print. The man had white hair and seemed kindly — … Read more