As I boarded the southbound train in Menlo Park last night a guy on a bike asked me if this train goes to Palo Alto. "Next train," I quickly told him, "in about 10 minutes." Then I looked at him strangely, pointed at his bike and said, "It's only a mile to Palo Alto. Ride your bike."
For some reason, views of this photo I took on Caltrain spiked last night. I don't know why; I don't really think it's that good.
Sierra Club book: Into Thick Air: Biking to the Bellybutton of Six Continents. Botanist Jim Malusa bicycled alone to the lowest point on each of six continents, a six-year series of 'anti-expeditions' to the 'anti-summits.' With a scientist's eye, he vividly observes local landscapes and creatures. As a lone man, he is overfed by grandmothers, courted by ladies of the night in Volgograd, invited into a mosque by Africa's most feared tribe, chased by sandstorms and hurricanes ' yet Malusa keeps riding.
Absolutely crazy cool work zone safety engineering.