Category Archives: Ride reports (not Tu/Th)

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

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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November in California, a pretty awesome time to ride

It wasn’t going to be an easy ride for Kevin; the past couple weeks he’s had colds, kidney issues, and, while I was off in Africa and he should have been riding… long story short, about three weeks since he’d done a “real” ride. That plus I got a nasty cold that peaked yesterday but I’m still dealing with it today (Kevin’s finally getting over it), so sure, it wasn’t the fastest “coastal classic” ever, but it was up there with the better ones. Gorgeous weather; really clear, temps from about 47 up to 63 (warmer out on the coast, which is pretty normal this time of year). Easy to dress for- just regular stuff plus a light baselayer and leg warmers. We brought along long-fingered gloves, just in case, but didn’t need them.

Less than an hour from home and I've got roads like this to ride..
Less than an hour from home and I’ve got roads like this to ride..

Lots of people out there. In Woodside, up Old LaHonda, even a fair number on the “other side” (west of Skyline). Easy enough pace up Old LaHonda that two people passed us (at 23:30 it was surprising it wasn’t more!). The Duck Pond in LaHonda still needs water but at least it’s surrounded by green, not brown. And it’s always around that area that you realize it’s going to be a good ride, no matter how you felt before. Not that we rode too quickly up Haskins, but the pace felt good, not really fast, but not sluggish. Good. Sometimes “good” is a pretty great feeling.

Click for a larger view of the strange cloud formation. Maybe you had to be there...
Click for a larger view of the strange cloud formation. Maybe you had to be there…

The usual stop in Pescadero for a sandwich and a coke, where we were kept company by a black cat we haven’t seen before, and looked up into the sky to see an unusual cloud formation where everything seemed to be flowing west from a central point, radiating outward. As if the center of the universe was just over our heads. Yeah, I notice strange things sometimes! But check out the photo and see what you think.

Heading north on Stage Road was the usual headwind slog for the first part, but thankfully, there’s no longer any relevance to the warnings about loose gravel.

No rush on Tunitas today, but there was some incentive to keep the pace up a bit when we came across some other unexpectedly-fast cyclists and, you know the rules, if you pass someone, you have to stay ahead of them!

So we arrived home feeling pretty good about a ride where there was some concern we’d feel pretty bad. Not that that’s every actually happened though; that’s one of the amazing things about riding a bike. You almost always feel better as it goes along. –Mike–

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