Loading the bikes on the rack on the silver car.
Driving over the Bay Bridge through San Francisco to a ball park just south of the airport.
Jim and Charlie riding 11 or so miles on a winding path down the coast to near the headquarters of (not-the-Delphic) Oracle.
Driving over the San Mateo Bridge past the hospital where my dad worked for most of his career to my parents' house.
Hanging out at my parents' house for a short or long visit (Charlie tends toward the former -- I guess he just likes to 'check in').
Driving back home through Berkeley and putting the bikes in the garage.
Resting at our house with a timer.
Taking the bikes out of the garage.
Jim and Charlie doing their daily 9-mile route in Berkeley -- and (a new habit as of this past Tuesday) a 16-mile ride to Richmond, with a McDonalds stop inbetween.
Then home and (1) a visit from my parents or (2) a trip to Ferris Wheel i.e., a county fair for carnival rides.
(We had a bit more of an adventure than we'd bargained for when we went to the Marin County Fair on Thursday night, could not find parking so I dropped off Jim and Charlie who stood in long lines while I hunted down a small spot at the back of a school parking lot, had a happy time standing in a very very long line for a swing, walked vigorously back to the silver car, made a number of wrong turns (we were in a totally unfamiliar place and it was dark) to get to a McDonalds, worked Charlie through a panic attack that set the car rocking furiously for a few minutes, found the drive-thru line for the McDonalds and got Charlie his habitual order, rode over the Richmon-San Rafael Bridge and took in the beauty of the water and the surrounding mountains, drove down the freeway and over a hill and were home.)
The overall events of our days vary little. Adventure, excitement, fun, harum-scarum moments, sheer moments of joy are in the details.