Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Russian River Ride, circa 1997
We met at Harvey's downtown. Harvey was the entrepreneur of a small convenience store in a ghettoey area of downtown and he generously allowed bike messengers to purchase snacks and drinks on store credit, and consume them in his alley. He was such a hero to bike messengers, many referred to him as Saint Harvey.
We'd head through Golden Gate Park and across the bridge, down the hill into Sausalinto, out past Petaluma and finally, after about 80 miles, into a big grassy and somewhat muddy area right alongside the Russian River. I'm still unsure on why we were allowed to camp there, but we were.
I was so intimidated that first year, by the athleticism of the messengers. and by the distance of 80 miles I put 80 small dashes on a little piece of paper and taped it to my handlebars, so I could visualize 80 miles.
The ride back was easier, probably because we jumped on the Larkspur ferry back to the city. The ferry folks let us make a giant bike pile out on the bow. The boat ride was one of the best parts of the weekend, and always made me feel a bit sentimental, even nostalgic, as we came back into San Francisco
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