I was remembering the bicycle rides I used to take when I first moved out here, long, hill-filled, more on the western sides of the cities of the peninsula. Lately I’ve just been riding along the flats of the bay and feeling kind of trapped over here. It’s gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but flat. So today I ventured west across San Mateo trying to get to the hills. Wasn’t as difficult as I thought. And, the best thing, I found where the last stage coach was robbed in San Mateo. The following photos are from the last two days of bike rides, both down by the bay and today’s ride toward the hills, and a random shot at a gas station at the end of my block.

My route yesterday. I went home the same way I went…

Read this! It’s too funny.

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