Lunamania

Unlike the AIDS Ride Monkey, I do not regularly squeeze into spandex and pedal around for days on end. Before this Sunday, the longest ride I've been on is something like 17 miles. (That's if you don't count crazy bike rides of my teen years.) This weekend I undertook a "metric century." That's Ameircanese for 65 miles pedaling on a hard seat. Starting at the Sebastopol Community Center, we coasted through rolling hills of vineyards, vineyards and some more vineyards. I only resisted pulling over and having a tipple at the famed wineries because they weren't open till 11. Yes, we started riding well before 11.

Miles of vineyards were punctuated by cows so large I am convinced they were raised eating other cows. We also saw some ostriches and miniature horses, the bizarre animal accessories of No. Cal. bougies. Unlike the typical bike rest stops this Tour D'Organic ride involved local organic farmers who brought out platters of fresh fruit. It was some of the best fruit ever, but I had to temporarily suspend concern for hygiene as I watched people go from bike to porto-potty to handful of fruit. Very organic. I also scored a loaf of "sprouted wheat and soy crunch organic bread." I am not kidding.

It was beautiful and the course was perfect, but I wasn't feeling the other riders. I'm glad cycling is a solo sport. Click the image to see some more pictures.