Biking Mavericks, California: The fog hung heavy over Half Moon Bay and the sleepy town. Along the beach as I gazed north, I could barely make out the pennisula sticking out. As is my normal method of operation, if I can't see it, I'm not close enough. Besides, I had just spent a couple of hours trying to fix our electric sofa bed. Frustrated, I needed a ride.
So, I headed right into the blistery wind from the north that was pushing down that thick fog. No problem, I had enought layers and mositure protection. Mavericks, known for it's huge waves was off the peninsula I could barely see. Another item on my list of to dos. I hopped on Highway One and within a half hour I rolled into El Granada with it's jetty providing great surfing action by the twenty surfers coated with black membrane protecting them from the frigid water.
I then made my way through the fishing village where I asked two gruff, sea worn locals if they could tell me which road would get me to Mavericks. They said, "it's that away," pointing down the road, "but you'll need a surfboard."
"Hardy har har," I said, "well, I'm going to be the first to surf Mavericks on a bike."
A half a mile later, I took an off-road trail up to the cliffs high above the famed surfbreak. I rode the cliff trail for a mile or so stopping for snaps here and there, being cautious, not getting too close to the edge as erosion was evident along the steep cliffs. It was a good 16 mile ride and I completely forgot about the damn not-so-electric sofa bed stuck in the half open position.