If this is Global warming then I can get used to it. Spent the day in Santa Cruz with my honey. We parked on the wharf and ate at Firefish (meh).

You could see the lane starting to go off (day after Mavericks) so we rode our bikes over to the point.

It was poppin fresh

75 degrees, no wind, what winter

Rode over to the harbor and encountered a swarm of whale farts

I noticed Debra was biking erratically so we beat a hasty retreat to the Crows Nest for the proverbial safety meeting

Thusly we were fortified and continued our ride

Miata Mutilator

Karman Chameleon

Bridgeview Stopped at Falafels in SJ on the way back. I have been eating here since 1975.