»In which we pedal a century

jimg posted an excellent write-up of our century ride last week. I would like to emphasize how excellent the lunch was: not only did we have the meal at the half-way point, mile-age wise (50.1 miles, by some odometers), but after all the heavy climbing was complete, including the awful Marshall Wall, and I enjoyed having a plate of fresh-shucked oyster (sans biere, alas, but still!). Next time I'll crank up the Wall in anticipation of more oyster, and plan for the beer in company. This was the first century I have ridden in three or four years, and an exceptionally pleasant one. The bridge was fogged-in both times we rode it, and the sonorous foghorn sounded its warning.
This photograph shows our regroup just before the Marshall Wall. jimg called it "the middle of nowhere" because we had'n't seen any other riders or cars for several miles, since the one-horse town of what's-it-called, and weren't likely to see for the next several miles, until we reached Tomales Bay and Highway 1.