Invoking Executive Privilege here and calling this 29.9-mile pedal a 30-miler: "Close Enough For Government Work" as my father might've said. Therefore, it gets a Spin Doctors Tune Title designation and we've now achieved three of them (on the way to four before moving up a notch in the training... Next Stop, of course, Five Thirty-Five Milers (but what to name them as a series? Stay Tuned!) One thing I noticed about myself as a cyclist these days: I lean more toward Idaho Stops when, technically, I should be employing California Stops (when in Rome, after all...). Yeah, kind of a scofflaw on that rule, rolling through rather than planting both feet. On this thirty-miler, I must have encountered upwards of 25 stop signs. Now traffic lights and turn signals are a different matter (see that left, for instance, onto San Luis Bay Drive from Avila Beach Drive): better to wait out that arrow as much as possible, hope for an auto behind you for the weight, which I did. Took awhile, but worth the effort, especially during peak Summer traffic.