Copyright © 2009, Glenn Story
The weather is warm — hot in the direct sun. But once I start riding the breeze created by my movement is cooling and refreshing.
This is the shortest of the normal courses I ride.
I ride past the abandoned HP facility — jobs all gone to India.
Through an Eichler neighborhood in Mountain View. The streets are canopied in shade trees.
On the way back I ride past a row of new trees planted by the city along San Antonio Road. There is mulch on the ground and the smell of wood chips makes the air sweet.