22 yrs since 8-8-88
And still going strong. Our ride (road bikes) was a medley of Bay Area weather.
We began in freezing fog, dressed, bundled in a scarf, long gloves in my case, and many layers. Ten minutes later, still under fog, but climbing ol’ BoFax road I had to pilaf a layer while CC disappeared up the road.
At Alpine lake, an entire Bolshoi ballet corps of fogfairies played upon the dark flat surface.
On top of Tam, we got a sunny summit, but not alone. We saw around a hundred other cyclists coming at us us in pairs and clumps, the occasional solo rider as well. Precious few ‘couples’, it seemed.
Now and then Andy Hampsten types–all arms and legs– would stomp past us in a show of uphill superiority. One of the riders had a helmet camera on him.
Only reason I’d watch those films is: if my friend was making me watch or if I was no longer able to ride, and this was the substitute I had to settle for (Goddesss forbid).