The original plan was to ride our bikes to John Barleycorn's, a pub past the I5 that brews delicious, delicious beer (Erin likes the Ruby raspberry ale, and I like the Copper Moon summer ale). But then we realized that it was rush hour, and that trying to cross the freeway on/off ramps on bikes through shoddy crosswalks was a bad, bad idea. Instead
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