My ride starts at the top of the Oakland Hills. It drops 900 feet in less than a half mile to the subway (BART) station I take out to the valley. This makes for an exciting but death-defying ride down. Of course, it also makes for a brutal climb back up at the end of a work day that can haunt your decision to ride. When I first started riding it, the hill alone was a sufficient excuse. "I'm just too tired to face the climb today", I'd say. After a while, I would combine this with another excuse:
It is unacceptable to employ a 4000 pound machine to haul 15 pounds of groceries
- It's raining and it is too dangerous
- Now that it's daylight savings it's too dark
- I ate lunch too late in the day and I'm too full
- There's frost on the road and it's too cold
Nevertheless, for the last year, I have managed to press through all this B.S. at least 3 times a week on average. I've biked up this hill in driving rain with heavy wind in the dark and enjoyed doing it (thanks to great lights and raingear). I've ridden it with frost on the road with mittens and 2 sets of leggings. I've ridden up the hill right after drinking 2 beers and a large burrito. After all that, the hill is not so intimidating anymore.
Once down the hill, I catch the subway out to the valley. Here's the subway station on both a sunny and a rainy day. In the rainy day picture, you can see how the cyclist count plummets. The "it's raining excuse" is obviously in full effect. I honestly don't know why anymore. Folks think nothing of going out in a snow storm to go skiing or snowboarding. With the right gear it's doable. The same is true for cycling so what's the deal? Rainy days are when we really need folks not to drive.
Here's the subway station out in the valley. There's often 10+ degree difference in temperature out here so I strip down on the train on the way out. On a good day, there's a lovely view of beautiful Mount Diablo. Here's a pic on a misty day that had a neat quality to it. From here it's off for my morning cappuccino at Peet's.
After my cappucino, I head off to one of the great bike trails in the bay area and one of the great things about my ride: the Iron Horse Trail. My ride has remarkably few cars on it. In fact, a route will soon exist that allows me to leave my subway station in the valley and arrive at my office without riding near any cars. Extraordinary. I wish it wasn't but I'm savoring this wonderful experience regardless.
Here's the first bridge I cross. I've almost stashed on the frosty redwood planks in winter but otherwise I just love crossing this on my way to work. A lovely creek flows below. I often pass folks doing tai chi or playing soccer on the lawn. It all makes for an uplifting start to my day.
Here's the next bridge I cross. I am not positive but I believe this is an old steel bridge left over from the days when this trail was part of a railway system. Regardless, it has a lot of charm for me.
Here's the last bridge on my route in. Not as quaint but it impresses me on a number of levels. First, it gets me over the fast moving boulevard I would have to take if the dedicated bike path didn't exist so I love going over this rather than going through what you see here below. Second, the age and design of this bridge is such that it cannot possibly be a hold over from the railroad days. That means the voters of this area agreed to spring for the cost of putting it here when there are so many other priorities competing for the funds. For that, I am eternally grateful. I average about 22 MPH on this path which would be too slow for cars on that boulevard below but too fast for pedestrians if I were on a sidewalk or smaller trail.
Once I'm over the bridges, the rest is a pretty mellow straightforward bike trail. Here's a shot of rush hour. These guys draft me in their jeans while I'm in spandex. I'm impressed but I pity them for the chafing they must endure.
Naturally, the end of the day is just this path in reverse with a few exceptions. One is that I am occasionally blessed with views like this tree with the moon and Mount Diablo in the background. Another is that I often stop off for a second coffee or tea at Cole's Coffee for the ride up.
I started out going straight up after getting off the train because any pause would risk a loss of will power and a call to friends for a ride up the hill. I would just power up the hill before the excuses took hold. However, I had to stop doing that because it meant my after work quality of life suffered. When I drove to work, I often met friends, ate dinner, ran errands, or otherwise lingered down the hill before heading home. It was something I enjoyed and something I missed when I skipped. Consequently, now I often cruise over to Cole's for coffee, or Lanesplitter Pizza for dinner with friends and I don't let the onset of fog or dark worry me when I do. I just finish what I'm doing then put on my jacket, flip on my light and pedal up the hill.
I'm not a bike purist. I don't believe it has to be bikes all the time in all cases. That's why I combine bikes with trains. That's why I consider car use when I have serious hauling to do. Nevertheless, it is unacceptable to me to employ a 4000 pound machine to haul 15 pounds of groceries. "Right-size your ride" is my motto. If it is just me going somewhere, use the vehicle that is just enough to haul me. Likewise, with me and a little cargo. To fill the gap between car and bike, I'm considering a little scooter. Something that can let me feel better about darting down the hill for a quick run to the grocery store. Regardless, most of my trip's down the hill are just me, a few clothes, and fewer excuses everyday.