Monthly Archives: November 2012

No ordinary bike shop; we find & return lost apparel… in real time!

Please ignore a few typos and mis-spellings; I’m going to get those fixed shortly. Obviously I shouldn’t be editing videos at 12:30am. –Mike–

Claude asked about the views from West Alpine. Yes, awesome!

No easy ride today, time to stop fooling around and get back to business. That means minimum 100k, with something “special” thrown in. Today, that meant Old LaHonda, Sna Gregorio, south on Stage to Pescadero, over Haskins & up West Alpine (West Alpine being the “something special”). Best thing about a longer ride is that they tend to favor me over Kevin, and today was no exception. I had no chance of holding onto his wheel going up Old LaHonda, but was at least even with him on the rollers on Stage and rode stronger up both Haskins and West Alpine. I like that!

Just barely got back before the sun set; guess we’ll have to leave earlier than noon in the future! Kevin thought I was being a bit extreme insisting on base layers, but by the time we got out of Pescadero and saw 53 degrees, and later 46 up on Skyline, he was glad I made him wear one. The long-fingered gloves helped later in the ride too!

Almost didn’t qualify as a “tough” ride; 67.2 miles with 6734ft of climbing, just 134ft to spare!

What’s normal anymore?

I didn’t figure it would be too bad this morning, missing just Tuesday’s ride due to my silly 54 hour trip to Singapore & back (did I really do that?), and it wasn’t too bad. Not great either. The run through the park felt bad but my time was actually pretty decent, and when the group split, with those wanting to go really fast riding on ahead and those wanting to chat and socialize falling back… well, I carved out a nice place in the middle until they caught up at the wide open section on Kings. I’m thinking this might not be such a bad day on the bike after all, until a few corners later and spot Kevin at the side of the road, having a seizure. He’d been doing so well in the seizure department until this week, when there seems to have been a cluster of them.

The seizure passed without much drama, but it did leave him with a nasty headache (which can sometimes happen) and, of course, he’d left his post-seizure instant-acting anti-headache meds at home. We continued up the hill and south on Skyline to 84, but instead of continuing with the rest of the group over to west-side Old LaHonda, we headed back down 84 into Woodside. Without that extra loop (Old LaHonda), it just doesn’t feel like much of a ride. Sunday we’ll have to do something nasty to make up for it.