An E-Bike Tour of San Francisco

The wind roared as cars raced past, their speed accelerating to our right. To our left, the bay shimmered, deep blues melting into emeralds while white peaks formed as waves crashed onto rocks. Kirby beach peeked out from behind Hawk Hill, a dun-colored half-moon, barely visible yet beckoning. It was hard to imagine anything more beautiful, and for a moment, I thought myself brave enough to slow…