Rode 10 miles with Jessica this afternoon. By 3:00 the clouds had long gone. The morning's foggy drizzle evaporated and the roads dried. It was completely clear; we could see the Farallon Islands far beyond San Francisco. A firm tailwind nudged us along, as we climbed Tunnel Road, chatting. It was very pleasant.
July. Tour de France time. A man passing us on Tunnel called out, "a gauche!" We chuckled.