Category Archives: Ride reports (not Tu/Th)

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

Remember the movie “Duel” with Dennis Weaver? Kevin and I lived that this morning!

There are no bad days on West Old LaHonda. Not even good days. Just great days.
There are no bad days on West Old LaHonda. Not even good days. Just great days.

Evil truck from "Duel"500 meters to go before the top of the hill, narrow road, huge truck behind you, getting louder. You look back… once. You don’t want to see that… thing… again. It’s big. Getting bigger. Just a bit further. This is the end of your ride, just over the hill and down a 4% grade for less than a mile. You make it to the top, where it flattens out. You’re burying yourself, picking up speed, and the $!#%# thing is getting LOUDER, sounding like it’s right on your tail. Full sprint mode, as in “Cap’n, she can’t take much more of this!” 25 miles, lots of climbing, and NOTHING makes your legs scream like they are now. Finally, a couple hundred meters down the hill, ’round two corners, you look back, and it’s gone.

I’m going to have dreams tonight that it’s about to plow through my bedroom. For those under 50, forget JJ Abrams Star Wars reboot. Find “Duel” on Netflix or wherever. Spielberg’s first film out of college. You’ll understand.

Kevin loaded up with "training ballast" from the Woodside Bakery
Kevin loaded up with “training ballast” from the Woodside Bakery

OK, the actual ride report. Kevin didn’t ride yesterday so┬áthis morning was one of those very-rare not-on-the-schedule events. We were hoping to ride the nice bikes, but the roads were still wet and even a light sprinkle from time to time. Since I had already done my two rides up Kings this week I wasn’t about to go up again, so we did the Old LaHonda/West Old LaHonda/84 loop. A bit shorter than normal at just 24 miles, but we made it special by stopping at Woodside Bakery, picking up breakfast (I’d planned ahead and used one of those Tour de France Caravan “backpacks” that fold up to the size of a wallet).

But the soreness in my legs right now isn’t coming from Old LaHonda. It’s totally from burning every match we had, trying to stay away from that huge evil truck coming up behind us on Jefferson!

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Beautiful Thanksgiving Day ride; ironic to bonk on a day everyone celebrates food!

Very hard to believe it’s going to be raining in a day or two. Equally hard to believe I managed to survive this ride; last night, I went to bed thinking there was very little chance I’d be out there. Something has hit me such that food “drains.” But I felt good enough when I woke up to go through the required rituals, still not really believing I’d be doing the full ride though. Had to get out there, because this was, after all, “my” ride, I’d tried to publicize it here (not knowing that a problem with WordPress was preventing people from seeing recent postings!), so I had to at least make an appearance. I thought about just sending Kevin on his own, but that wouldn’t have happened, he would have chosen to sleep in.

Todd, Jim, Eric, Kevin and I set out from the usual place at the usual time, discovering that it can get pretty cold this time of year in Woodside! Just over 35 degree cold. Old LaHonda was at a moderate 24 minute pace, which was still pushing it a bit for me, and on Haskins I just tried to keep people in sight. It’s not easy going on a tough ride without really having eaten for a day or two! Thankfully, we had Todd with us, pulling us in a heroic fashion on the flats. At Pescadero we stopped at the gas station/restaurant, the only place open in town, where I had a baby burrito at 9:33am. Hey, why not? It felt good to have something in my stomach! While Jim, Kevin and I were eating, Todd and Eric pushed on, never to be seen again (as if I was going to catch up to them on Tunitas?).

Yes, it felt good eating real food, but it wasn’t doing much for me. Tunitas was HARD! Just going through the motions, one pedal in front of the other. But in the end I finished the usual “coastal classic” and collapsed on the couch, attracting the attention of other family members who thought I was on my deathbed. Nope. Just resting! It had to have been one of the toughest rides of my life. Probably feeling “bonked” for nearly 40 miles. I have no idea how the professionals manage to get sick in a stage race and keep on going, without getting eliminated by the time cut. They’re made of tougher stuff than me!

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