But first the pre-ride dinner Saturday night with my Dad who is in the Bay Area on business. We went to Nick's Crispy Tacos on Polk Street in SF. We are both Native Texans, and both have a taste for Mexican. We were both very impressed and quite happy with the tasty burritos and tacos. I think we also finished one of the plastic ketchup bottles full of hot sauce off, too.
Dad had fully loaded burrito, and I had one carne asada taco and one grilled pollo taco. I also choose to 'Nick's' my taco complete with guacamole and cheese. We both opted for the Negro Modelo (sorry Ron, there were not Lagunitas in sight). Most excellent eats! And then we continued to drink at the bar for awhile which we speculated that back in the day was probably a bordello to put it politely. Dad tells me that he may get sent to New Zealand on business...wheels start turning, and I ask October 2010, closer to October 23rd? I am not opposed to traveling with the Dad. No, 2012 he says. Drats! @#! But, still good to have in the back of the mind.
I think I dreamed about those tacos last night. I was still craving them again this morning.
So, Sunday morning arrives complete with sunshine and 61 degrees forecast. YAY! It's time for a long ride. Yes, indeed it was. Over the Golden Gate, into the Marin Headlands, up the climbs, down the hills - basically any road I could find to ride, I rode. Even if it dead-ended itself. And then it happened.
I cruised into new territory - Rodeo Beach - to sit for a few and watch the beautiful waves crashing. A man approaches me and strikes up conversation related to my bike. I swear it seems every time I ride my bikes, there is ALWAYS a complement to be had in some way shape or form.
Anyways, this gentleman asks how long I have had my bike - it took me a moment and then I said about 2004 or 2005. As I am typing this, I realize it's 2004. Six years strong! Woot. Okay, back to the story. I think we talked a bit further, and then he says to me, "My son made that bike." I say to him, "You are Sean's Dad!" Big smiles all the way around, and a few more words. Then, I met Jane, the Mom. Of all the places, and all the days. It was great!
Let's see, then kept riding into Sausalito, to Mill Valley, and then looped back. Stopped at Cibo Bakery for a cup of coffee and a quick bite - just enough to get me back into SF.
2 comments:
Awesome. Plus, I genuinely appreciate the detail with which you described the food.
Yes, well thanks. I was on the fence about describing my pre-ride breakfast meal, but deferred to include only the tacos since they were top-notch! :) or perhaps 'taco-notch' - haha. I kill myself.
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