The journey through time begins at the other end of the Golden Gate Bridge. The mountain behind his little house once meant the world to Joe Breeze. Now he sits on the veranda, sipping a glass of water and gazing strangely sceptically at Mt Tamalpais. The summit above Fairfax has become the holy mountain of the bike scene thanks to him. The colossus has become alien to him. "Today the mountain is part of a national park. Biking costs a 500-dollar fine," says Joe with wistfulness in his voice.