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My cousin Jake is participating in the California Aids Lifecycle SF to LA charity ride - that’s 545 miles on a bicycle. Jake is one of the smartest and funniest guys I know, but he’s also honest and plainspoken. So I know he means it literally when he thanks donors on his blog: “I take the job of representing you on the ride very seriously”

Please consider supporting him by going to his rider page at http://www.aidslifecycle.org/5980 - and check back there from time to time for more stories like this:

I rode up Route 9 from Saratoga up to the top of the mountains between San Jose and Santa Cruz on Saturday. It’s a good 2100ft climb, and a beautiful road.

I was near the bottom on my way up, riding on a wide section of shoulder around a right hand bend when I noticed a Sheriff’s car parked on the other side of the road, hidden from speeders come down the mountain. Just as I was making a note to myself to avoid this guy next time I should come down the mountain a car passed me, and just as the car passed me a guy on a red sport bike (the kind of motorcycle that your mom really doesn’t want you to get) cut between me and the car with a few feet to spare to pass on the shoulder and speed up the mountain. Right in front of the Sheriff. It spooked me pretty good.

I looked across the road at the Sherrif and pointed up the hill with a shrug, and he was already starting his engine. That Crown Vic didn’t need gas.. It was propelled like nothing I’ve ever seen before by unbridled cop rage.

My right pedal is squeaking, and I keep forgetting to grease it before long rides. It made it all the more sweet to peddal slowly by the two of them on the shoulder a mile and a half later.. Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, “Afternoon, officer!”, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.

The motorcyclist looked sutiably sheepish.

I’d like to thank everyone who’s donated so far. I’m almost half way to my goal!

Jake