Golden Gate Bridge PTSD
After watching Escape from Alcatraz triathlon (epic, epic, epic) I joined up with what portion of the Mission Cycling ride didn't flee south today and headed into Marin for a Paradise Loop. I wanted to work the kinks out of my legs after an over-enthusiastic 30 km road run yesterday. But to get into and out of Marin, we had to ride over the Golden Gate Bridge. Little did we know what horrors awaited... Starting May 31, the Golden Gate Transportation District shut down the western cycling path on the bridge for seismic retrofit work . As a result, cyclists must now share the eastern path with pedestrians for close to four months, the season of peak use of the bridge by both pedestrians and cyclists. The timing couldn't be any worse. I remember the first time I ever crossed the western path. It was quite a shock, leaving me with a survivors rush. But over time I got to know the western path, became familiar with the order behind the seeming randomness, and it be...