Road Ratana north to Sears Point to hang with a friend at his automobile trackday.
It was interesting to checkout the machinery, and it’s always good to be at Sears.
Road home via Hwy92 from 280, up the hill leapfrogging on the double yellow around stopped traffic to the summit. I wish I would’ve stopped to take pictures of the ocean fog tearing over the ridge line into the Bay Area. I didn’t trust Ratana to stay on its sidestand. Also, I’m greedy for fun.
Road past Alice’s and rolled in onto Hwy9 north, downhill from the ridge all the way into Saratoga… Possibly, almost certainly, the best section of road I have ever ridden.
Empty. Smooth. Wide. Clean. Cambered. Constant-radius corners arcing downhill.
The sensation of riding a child’s swing came to mind: feeling the pressure of the apex, and lifting up and out, eyes searching for the way forward, decompressing the suspension over the rise, feeling the lightness, flying, winging over, tipping in and feeling the pressure build once more. Again with another apex ahead with a clear view through and out.
To ride, and to Live.
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Choose to Ride.
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