After several dreary days, it feels like the weather pattern has shifted. It must be spring. That means I need to slip out of lockdown and push pedals.
With parks and paths still closed, the only route east requires riding along the shoulder of Highway 12. I usually take the back way, but it’s blocked. Highway 12 isn’t so bad, though. I pedal along 12 to Kenwood where I spend some time exploring deadend roads that lead to vineyards and estates up in the hills behind the little town.
For musical accompaniment, here’s an oldie you probably haven’t heard or seen in many years.