Today, Tina and I rode the longest bike ride of my life. We covered Marin, San Francisco and San Mateo county, beginning before the sun came up and finishing after the sun was set. We rode 150 miles, spending 11 hours on the bike, the trip totaling around 13 hours. We cycled through pitch black Sausalito, frost-bitten Belvedere, across San Francisco twice, climbed Devil’s Slide and 3 incredibly long hard climbs out of Pescadero to reach the Skyline Boulevard summit between Alice’s and 92.
At mile 49, we circled to my house to walk Pista and change up gear.
We rolled through Half-Moon Bay at mile 75, our halfway point.
Ate lunch in Pescadero at exactly 100 miles (at the really fucking awesome bakery there).
The final moment of serendipity occurred at mile 150, exactly at the entrance to the South San Francisco BART station. This turned out to be fortuitous…we were spent and it was dark.
The second-to-last leg of the ride (before dropping down into Millbrae/San Bruno) was on the bike path paralleling the reservoir next to 280. It got scary dark.
I finally got to some long-put-off reorganization of my home office. Part of my procrastination was related to the task of relocating my monitor. I have a very shallow desk, and for that reason the monitor is mounted on the wall with a nice aluminum VESA mount. If you need to mount a flat-panel on a wall (or other), I highly recommend the Sanus VM-1. I have two; the second is used to affix the TV to the staircase.
At any rate, my previous installation had left the screws affixing it to the wall in less-than-adequate condition. The top bolt was nearly stripped, probably because I’d used a cheap allen key with a lot of slop. Secondly, it was really stuck in there. I tried a half-dozen different allen keys, screwdrivers, pliers, and even tried prying the head of the screw off with a hammer & screwdriver. That only succeeded in damaging the mount. I then tried filing down the edge of the bolt head to put a socket on it. Failed.
A desperate rummage through my toolbox yielded a vintage wrench that I’d found on the street a few years ago. It was small, curved, and according to a stamp on the handle: patented. What the hell, I thought and gave it a shot. The first attempt failed, but then I realized that the wrench was not only adjustable, but had a pivot as well. If I flipped the wrench around, then the tourque of pulling the wrench around (or the bolt resisting said torque) would tighten the wrench’s grip on the screw head. Aha!
After a few turns, I had succeeded in getting the rotten bolt out of the wall, and salvaged the mount base. Success!
Went on a longer ride with my riding buddy Tina. We set out to do 125 miles, and succeeded. Much better than last time. :)
Caught a photo of my favorite piece of Marin real estate too. Not sure how they crammed the hot tub in there, but I’ll bet it results in only good times.
Just in case there was any question, my devotion to bacon is utter and complete. Bacon is a delicious, finicky but patient mistress, and she likes dressing up with everything.