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Ride reports for everything *but* the Tuesday-Thursday morning ride

Channeling my inner Mara Abbott on the upper part of Tunitas today!

I had a few choices for the main photo; a shot of Kevin riding away from me up Tunitas, a "tunnel" shot of the eucalyptus trees on Stage Road, or this. This being the photo that makes me smile, it gets the spot here.
I had a few choices for the main photo; a shot of Kevin riding away from me up Tunitas, a “tunnel” shot of the eucalyptus trees on Stage Road, or this. This being the photo that makes me smile, it gets the spot here.

Do I ever get tired of repeating the same Sunday ride so frequently? Up Old LaHonda, over Haskins, lunch at Arcangeli Pescadero market, north into the headwind on Stage and up Tunitas? I have no doubt that Arcangeli market has much to do with the route choice! The chicken club sandwich and oversized cookies are pretty darned awesome.

The fallen Mastadon near Pescadero
The fallen Mastadon near Pescadero

Of course, to get there, you have to survive the climb over Old LaHonda, where there’s zero chance of me keeping up with Kevin, until you can feel like you’re on equal footing on the grade over Haskins. Today was no different; Kevin was a minute or two ahead of me up Old LaHonda, but I managed to keep pace with him on Haskins. Certain climbs he has a bit of trouble on, or I’m a bit stronger on, not sure which.

We made a brief stop on the way out to Pescadero to take a photo of the fallen Mastadon; poor guy has been on the ground since early winter. The Triceratops has been sadly looking upon its fallen friend the entire time, waiting for someone to put him upright again so they can face off across the field.

Stage Road is my sole remaining climb where I have a chance to do better than Kevin, especially the second bump heading into San Gregorio, and the final climb up to Highway 1. I have no idea why this is, and I doubt it will last, but I’ll take it while I can. Once we get to Tunitas, it’s all-Kevin all the time.

With favorable winds it was a good day to “launch” Kevin on Tunitas. Any day that you can get close to 10 minutes from the coast to the entrance of the forest is a good day to try and get a good time. I watched Kevin ride away, hoping that he’d just get stronger and stronger, but apparently he finished just a couple minutes ahead of me. I felt like I could have done a bit better if only I hadn’t felt a need to keep standing up to keep my legs going, kind of like American Mara Abbott did the final 10k of the Women’s Olympic Road Race… a flaw that cost her the race, as she got caught just before the finish line. For me, does it really matter if I climb Kings in 48:40 or 49:30? The main goal is to finish on the same day as my son. 🙂

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This ride never lies

IMG_2589doesnt_lieAfter last week’s messy ride, the one where Kevin crashed descending Page Mill due to a seizure, landing in poison oak which had the benefit of providing a nice cushion but… and of course me fishing him out… well, it was time to get back to normal. And normal meant a no-nonsense ride, something we knew we could count on. That, of course, can only describe one thing. Old LaHonda/Pescadero/Tunitas.

The ride that never lies. You can’t hide being out of shape, and it will test your mental toughness as you head into the headwinds riding north.

We got off to a very late start, almost noon, partly because we wanted to wait out the fog at the coast, and mostly because we got caught up watching the live feed of the women’s Olympic road race. We actually left it with 20k to go, setting up the DVR to record the surprisingly-good coverage on NBC.

My main concern was that Kevin not have any seizures, so I told him to take it easy on the climbs. Yeah, about that. On both Old LaHonda and Tunitas he flew on ahead, getting to the top well before me and riding back to see where I was. No seizures, so why not.

Nothing particularly revelatory about the ride; just over 23 getting up OLH, about 48 up Tunitas. Two weeks ago, I would have been at least a minute faster up each, but that’s what several days in Wisconsin, missing my regular rides and replacing them with fried cheeses and brats, does for you. And it’s hardly revelatory that Kevin can skip rides and still ride circles around me on climbs. Youth is wasted on the young. I’ve known that for some time!

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