We gathered for a group photo then began our procession of about 200 riders, merging with traffic onto the Golden Gate Bridge. Looking in my mirror, it was an amazing sight to see so many motorcyclists passing under one red tower, then the next, on a bridge that hadn’t even been built yet when the sisters made their trek a century ago. Over the bridge, we followed the coast past Baker Beach, rounded the point past the Cliff House, and then rode down along Ocean Beach. Members of the SFMC controlled traffic for us, allowing our incredibly long stream of bikes to stick together along the coast and through the city. At the top of one of San Francisco’s many hills, I again looked back in my mirror and saw the line of riders filling the lane behind me, all the way down the hill, and up the other side. It was an incredible sight to see.