The course is quite flat. Plus or minus
222 feet in almost twenty miles is nothing. Those steep climbs are
freeway overpasses, except for the one that really goes up and up. Even
that isn't that much.
At the last regroup we had to wait for
some people to use the bathroom. I pulled out my camera during that
time and got a round of snapshots. I think I got just about everybody
that was willing to have their picture taken.
What I remember most about the stop was
discussing the more etherial aspects of whether a "Robin" was a bird or
a woman with John. It had something to do with the more theoretical
aspects of connection.
When I got to Baypoint there were three
bicyclists waiting for the bus to Mountain View. I was sweating over
the thought of having to ride the rest of the way home on my bike.
Especially likely because I was the third guy to get there. Turns out
the driver gave us a break. Since one guys bike was small enough to
park between seats, the driver let us all get on. Thank you driver!
Coming up from San Jose I usually don't get luck that good. Many times
on El Camino, the driver of the 22 would just "tough luck" me, and I'd
pedal home. I got very used to that. I figured "it only adds a couple
hours to getting home" and stopped trying to get on the bus. One
difference between this and that is that this time there really were
only three of us that wanted to ride. There are so many people that
want to travel El Camino that there really isn't room for all those
bikes on the bus.