Besides being the coldest, wettest spring in a decade or more, this has been the spring of the traveling winemaker. I’ve made an effort to get up to Portland, down to the Bay Area, and will next week be off to Seattle to meet face-to-face with the people who out there are buying Velocity wines and introducing them, bottle by bottle and glass by glass, to brave wine drinkers, willing to venture from the beaten path and try such brazen undertakings as Malbec and Viognier from the Rogue Valley.
These trips can be fun, educational and humbling for me, but this past trip to San Francisco was particularly enjoyable because I brought along my bicycle. The weather and traffic were cooperative, and I squeezed in two short rides between my duties in the marketplace. Thanks to a Charlie Morgan, a local friend, I was invited to join the Headlands Raiders for their Thursday morning jaunt throughout he city, out across the Golden Gate Bridge, up into the Marin headlands, and back again for coffee with ample time to head to work.
This is what they look like at summit:

Yes, that is the Golden Gate Bridge in the background, visible now that the sun is up.
Despite my advancing years and inadequate training, these kind folks allowed me to tag along and feel alive for a couple of hours. Charlie bought me coffee at Velo Rouge Cafe which used to carry my Velo red wine but no longer seems to. I forgave them because their coffee was so good, all french-pressed just like in Portland. The roaster is Blue Bottle Coffee and is memorable because it kept me awake and inspired, perhaps foolishly, to tack on a little solo ride afterwards up Twin Peaks and around the Noe Valley in search of some of those famously steep streets to test my mettle.
Oh, and wine sales went quite well, too, thanks to my hardworking friends at Real Wines Company.



