With the Russian River 300k rapidly approaching in early March, last weekend would be one of the few opportunities left to put in some hard miles. I scanned a map of the Bay Area to see where I hadn’t ridden before — I get bored with pedaling the same routes over and over again pretty quickly — and spotted Mt. Umunhum in the South Bay.
The Bearded One and I made our way to Louisville, Kentucky this weekend for a (potentially) once-in-a-lifetime event: the annual UCI Cyclocross World Championships were being held in the U.S. for the first time in its storied 64-year history.
Today was the last opportunity to do a big ride in preparation of the Pt. Reyes 200k, so I chose Mr. Morgan Meets Diablo.
Today we rode our mountain bikes in the glorious winter sunshine up to Hill 88.
There’s a section of the I-580, just before you cross the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge, where cyclists can ride along the shoulder of the highway. I’ve always wondered why anyone would brave this busy little stretch of road, so I did a little research and found out that you can pedal to Pt. Molate.