Because it's so hot and Stage Rd. south of San Gregorio is closed to repair the washout, we decided to head up to Dad's Luncheonette. We started earlier than usual but it was already warm. I think we were all tired at the start of the ride. None of slept well or enough. It was too early. 🥱 As we were heading through Los Altos, we saw Doug waiting for his group so we stopped to chat. It was pretty uneventful all the way out to Dad's except for a weird tailwind heading north on Stage Rd. We were worried that would mean a headwind on the way back. It turns out, once we got to Hwy 1, it was just crosswind both ways. We got to Dad's at 11:15a and there was already a decent line and it didn't seem to be moving. They didn't get going until 10 minutes later. The guy taking orders (and handing out orders) was kind of surly. Even when he was supposedly being friendly, he surly sometimes. I was wondering if business was TOO good and they were trying to drive some of it away. After we ordered, I saw Scott standing at the doorway to the kitchen. I waved to him and the first thing he asked me was, "What rank are you?" I replied, "Rank for what?" "Don't act like you don't f*ck'n know. You know! I bet you're 23rd. In the world." "Oh yeah, I just missed on the Tour de France because of that." 🤣 It was pretty warm in HMB and the day got warmer on the way back. As we climbed Tunitas, the air got thicker and warmer as we went through the thermal layers. I started off slow, even though Bob said we should do our own thing because he was going to be slow. Part way up the steeps, I decided to put in an effort and pushed all the way to the top then came back down again to find Bob. By the time we got to Woodside, it was way too hot. 🥵