I had thought about doing Arastradero and having dinner at Alpine Inn this evening when Alex asked me about riding. Her friend Xavier doesn't have a gravel bike or MTB unfortunately. So I did the next best thing; rode Westridge - the road ride with the trail vibes. The headwind heading west was not fun but the evening was gorgeous otherwise. Alpine Inn was packed. We thought about leaving since it was a 35+ min wait and neither Alex or Xavier brought jackets. The hostess kind of talked them into waiting by offering the beer garden. At the beer garden, we ran into Eddie, former FCC Peninsula rider, who was also waiting for a table, and got to chat with him a bit. I was going to suggest we leave since it was getting cooler, the sun was going down, and if we stayed, they'd only cool down even more, when I got the text saying our table was ready. Food was great and the heat lamp helped but Alex's hands were translucent from the blood leaving them. Her hands looked like something from a sci-fi movie. Like an android's hand. It was chilly until we got east of Junipero Serra. I luckily had a jacket but they were cold for a while.