his is -If I can do it, you can do it- post. So watch out. Hot as hell (San Francisco hot, let’s say in the lower 80°s) Two old-school steel rides with baskets. No lycra, no gizmos and no worries. The steepest little deep hills your postcard iconography cannot describe and even a happy-tourist nice lady cheering ‘Great job you two!!’ Much appreciated. I think we were the only pair trolling around Marin without a Scuba-Steve gettup (full on lycra suit) and we could’ve been a pair of friends smashing these hills in the 1970’s.
This is a trip to the tip of the Marin Headlands. It’s pretty high up there. I never thought of myself as being capable of climbing these big ones any time soon. Nevermind with the Frenchie. Yes. It made it all the way to the top like a trooper, with a few stops to cool off. The brakes gave me more confidence than ever (there’s that little oh-shit steep as heel downhill, oh man.)
Well, here you go. All it took was ‘Oh hey, let’s ride to Marin and then go to the beach’ (in my head I was thinking coffee instead of headlands, but well. We are in San Francisco, and we are all masters at riding hills) Hellz yes.