What the Tuck

Somehow Hollywood (Paul) was in focus while Peter and Jeff blurred in the background. What the Tuck it's 4:45am, and it's too late to make my solo Ocean Beach ride. I still had laundry to fold and dishes to clean. So Instead, I met up with Paul, Peter and Jeff by 6:20am. We quickly discovered Jeff was in fine form after his recent tour de France/Vuelta vacation where he struggled with croissant choices in the morning, and the diversity of fine wine in the evenings. I won’t divulge any other tales, for you had to be there. Highlight of the ride? Besides being hammered through Sausalito and punished up to the bridge…we innocently harassed a guy on his electric front wheel powered bike. He woke up earlier, put on his jeans, sweatshirt, sans helmet and decided to mix it up with some roadies. His mistake was leading Jeff out. As minions faithfully do, we ganged up on the poor guy. He lead us for about 1-2 blocks and then it was all over. His wishes of dusting roadies while arriving to work refreshed were gone in an instant. He was spinning the electric faster than a fixie descending into Sausalito as he wiped the sweat from his eyes. Almost felt bad for him. Well ok, not really.