I saddled up around 9:30 and pressed on up Old Arcata Road past the Anvick turnouff.
And past the Anvick couch.
Oysters called to me, so I didn't stop to try out the couch. Later that day it had moved to a new home. As I got closer to town other riders appeared. The trick was to appear relaxed and casual while closing fast on Oyster central.
Maybe I should have left a bit earlier...
After eating a half dozen Arcata Oysters:
Other competitors and their bikes:
Our bill of rights in action. It's tested daily right here on the Arcata Plaza.
I parked discreetly on the sidewalk. To steal my bike a thief would have to cut down a tree on the plaza, a death penalty violation here in Arcata.
Beer + oysters usually leads to more beer.