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Riding to Work
Aug. 13th, 2010 03:36 pmI rode my bike to work today.
My GPS failed. I got on a trail at the end of Olympic and instead of turning off it to cut through Lafayette, I looked at the sign that said it was 2.3 miles to Orinda. Sounded good. Unfortunately, I missed THAT turn. I suspected something was wrong when I passed St. Mary's College. Then I got to Moraga Rd. WTF?
Eeeeeek!
I pulled over and texted my boss that I'd be missing the 7:30 meeting. Wherever I was, I was definitely running late. As the sun came up I found a parks trail map. Looks like I'd gone south and around the Lafayette Reservoir. It was a beautiful ride, just not one I'd budgetted the time for.
My 2.5 hr ride turned into 3.25. And my ride up Wildcat Canyon began around the time I thought I'd be arriving at work, so it was a heart-pounding adreniline race against the clock because I erroneously thought I had an 8am meeting with my director. I shaved 3 minutes off the climb and more off the Shasta-side descent.
And that faulty GPS? D'oh. There has been no manufacturer's recall on my personal ability to navigate, although there probably should be.
And now? I'm riding to BART, but getting off in Lafayette so I can get in an hour ride home.
My GPS failed. I got on a trail at the end of Olympic and instead of turning off it to cut through Lafayette, I looked at the sign that said it was 2.3 miles to Orinda. Sounded good. Unfortunately, I missed THAT turn. I suspected something was wrong when I passed St. Mary's College. Then I got to Moraga Rd. WTF?
Eeeeeek!
I pulled over and texted my boss that I'd be missing the 7:30 meeting. Wherever I was, I was definitely running late. As the sun came up I found a parks trail map. Looks like I'd gone south and around the Lafayette Reservoir. It was a beautiful ride, just not one I'd budgetted the time for.
My 2.5 hr ride turned into 3.25. And my ride up Wildcat Canyon began around the time I thought I'd be arriving at work, so it was a heart-pounding adreniline race against the clock because I erroneously thought I had an 8am meeting with my director. I shaved 3 minutes off the climb and more off the Shasta-side descent.
And that faulty GPS? D'oh. There has been no manufacturer's recall on my personal ability to navigate, although there probably should be.
And now? I'm riding to BART, but getting off in Lafayette so I can get in an hour ride home.
