Another late solo ride; Kevin had a bad cold and doesn’t share my opinion that you can ride a cold out of your system. I didn’t argue the point too much because I could only lose; if he still had the cold tomorrow, or if it got worse, then obviously it was riding with me that did it. And if he’s fine tomorrow, then even if he rode, it was because the cold was going away anyway.
As I headed over Jefferson I started to make the usual left turn onto Canada, heading towards any number of “normal” routes. I got a few feet before thinking, what the heck, I always ride south, maybe ride north today! So I turned around and took Canada up to Highway 92, thinking on a gloomy day like today, there wouldn’t be much traffic heading out to the coast. Right? Yeah, well, the various Pumpkin Festivals are now in full swing; by the time I got within a couple miles of Half Moon Bay, traffic was stopped, bumper-to-bumper, with me trying to thread my way along the very small shoulder.
This was probably my easiest ride in a very long time; heart rate never got above 156, power levels pretty low. Not a lot of motivation to go hard, plus mildly overdressed at times in leg warmers and base layer. However, I did see temps as low as 50, so they were definitely needed… and it did, actually, rain! Who knew? It wasn’t heavy, but I definitely hit light rain out on the coast, and wet roads were pretty common on the way back up 84.
So why no entries since last Sunday? Mostly because I spend Monday-Thursday at the Interbike trade show in Las Vegas. Far too much time off a bike, far too much time living like an above-ground mole-person, not once leaving for “air” from the moment I checked in until the moment I left. It was important to be there; I’m on the National Bicycle Dealer Association’s Board of Directors and we had quite a bit of business to take care of. But being off the bike…
So what happens if I’m off a bike? First, you can literally add half a pound a day to my weight. It doesn’t stabilize for about 6 days or so. Second, my legs hurt. I mean they really, really hurt. My whole body starts to hurt when I don’t ride. I get stiff joints in places I didn’t know I had joints.
I got home Thursday night, and Friday, got to at least ride to work & back. Not much, but just a few miles feels a lot nicer than zero miles! And then today… today it was time to jump back in, get out on a real ride, a repeat of last-week’s ride that was supposed to be, the one where Kevin had the kidney pain that caused him to have to sag back and me to re-route things a bit. Back to the usual… Old LaHonda/Pescadero/Tunitas.
It wasn’t fast or pretty, but it was fun. Kevin had few problems with the full route, although he was getting pretty tired on Tunitas. Not unexpected, since he skipped both the regular Tuesday & Thursday-morning rides while I was gone. That catches up to you. In fact, neither he nor his sister even rode to work during the week. Talk about slackers! So we took it easy until we got over Haskins (on the way to Pescadero) and fought through a headwind that didn’t respect our notion of easy.
Big disappointment in Pescadero. Not just the fire that burned out one of the stores in town, but the lack of any large cookies at Arcangeli Bakery! Just substandard-size oatmeal-raisin that didn’t qualify for purchase, much less a photo.
There was something out there looking slower than us today though. The pigs on Stage Road, a mile or two north of Pescadero. Did I mention the heat? Yes, it was pretty warm, and the pigs were making the best of a large mud pond. A few just sleeping in it, with little piglets running around the edge. Very cute.
Tunitas? Like I said, we took it easy; it wasn’t until it leveled out that Kevin decided to kick the pace up (way up), which he sustained for 3/4 of the finale until blowing apart. It was ugly; he went from riding flat-out to looking like he might stall and fall over. I went to the front and encouraged the pace the rest of the way; he gradually came back up to speed.
Was it hot out there? Not too bad, really. Highest temp we saw was 90; I think riding in France each July has acclimated us to warmer temps. We did see quite a few cyclists taking a break here and there though, on both Old LaHonda and Tunitas. But all too soon we’ll be complaining it’s getting cold and griping about having to wear leg warmers and base layers again. Right, like 50 degrees will be so cold, when much of the country might be dealing with ice! Northern California is a great place to ride.