Ride recap by Joey
The day started early for all of us as we slowly filtered into Sport’s Basement parking lot in the Presidio. The clouds started to convene from the west, slowly engulfing the Golden Gate Bridge in a curtain of bone chilling rain.
But the 7 of us had formed our resolve to do this ride to celebrate our good friend Glenn’s last ride with HCC as he and his family move to Southern California.
The ride along Crissy Field to the base of the Golden Gate was uneventful while the group kept close chatting with each other. As we made our way onto the bike path on the west side of the bridge the rain had let up a bit and Chris exclaimed his excitement that there was very little bike traffic on the bridge because of the rain.
As we approached the foot of Hawk Hill, Glenn and Jonah were the first to attack laying the power down smooth and consistently like they were machines and made it to the summit in no time. A few seconds later Chris joined the as well as Andy, Brian and Adrian.
At the summit we did the obligatory Kodak moments while surveying the current road conditions. The rain had made the roads extremely slick and the original route had us descending the 18% back side of Hawk Hill into the headlands to greet the Pacific Ocean. However we decided to play it safe and turn back towards the bridge.
While the way down wasn’t as steep as the original route, it wasn’t without some white knuckle descending. Andy was the first to make his way down and by the gap he continued to take on Glenn he was doing very little in the way of slowing down.
This was apparent as he overshot the right hand turn to the bridge’s bike path and headed straight to the on ramp of Hwy 101. After Andy was able to stop and turn back around he reminded us how carbon rim brakes and rain don’t make the best of buddies.
However, the group wasn’t out of trouble just yet. While the rain had let up some, the winds really picked up from the west causing havoc as we approached the first tower of the bridge. The force was so strong that it nearly caused Jonah to go airborne and redirecting Glenn’s to be more aquatinted with the guard rail.
It was at this point we decided to walk our bikes but that as well proved to be easier said than done however we eventually were able to get back on our bikes and ride, till the next tower where the gale force winds again wanted to see if we could fly.
Thankfully, all of us made it safely off the bridge and back to Sport’s Basement were we regrouped before heading to Rapha Cycle Club for some coffee, tea and cake.
As we sat, enjoying our drinks and pastries we made relived the harrowing aspects of the ride we presented Glenn a classic white Rapha casquette signed by us as a way to remember all his good cycling brothers here at Hercules Cycling Club.
Safe travels Glenn!