Maurice drove up from L.A. this morning, and stopped in to say hi on his way to Harbin Springs. We met in North Beach at Café Trieste and enjoyed espressos and old italian family style interior design. We managed to cover such topics as yoga, native american grandfathers, sourdough bread, books on tape and spirit animals. When we parted, I decided to make my way home without consulting a bike map. This led to an exhilerating (read: “terrifying”) climb up and over Powell. The uphill was just power pedalling. It was the downhill that almost made the apple strudel reverse launch. Sweet zombie jesus there are some fierce downhills here, and the trolley tracks were strategically placed by a sadistic DOT planner….