I seized the opportunity and did a quick (50min) ride at sunset. Actually, it was six to seven, so that it is still very warm and bright outside.
It is amazing how peaceful a Sunday evening can be. People are gone, the masses of summer bikers are home already, and it is with some amazement that I actually found a rider from Phoenix getting home. He must have been exhausted, because I saw him on the downslope in front of Stanford, three minutes before heading back, and still I caught up with him.
He didn’t like that. He chased me up all the way to Los Altos, just do madly dash in front of me, thinking he could outrun me. As he turned left, he caught me in the corner of his eye. He must have been surprised. 🙂