I ride past Lake Berryessa. I remember a lot of up hill riding. I remember stopping at the dam creating Lake Berryessa. I remember finding a cheap motel in Napa, California and the owner being adamant about not taking my bicycle in the room. I remember discovering that my bicycle had a flat, pulling the wheel off, sitting on the motel bed to patch it, and the owner coming by and chastising me for having the bike in the room. Mind you, it was just the wheel.