After missing both Tuesday & Thursday’s ride while in Las Vegas for the industry’s trade show (Interbike), I knew I had to do something more than just commute to the shop on Friday. The original & obvious idea was to do a ride Friday morning, but Kevin wasn’t into that (even though he’d skipped out on Thursday’s ride in my absence) so instead I proposed something we hadn’t done in a while… a night ride.
Normally night rides are done when it’s really hot in the daytime and you just want to head into the hills, in the dark, to cool off. As if you’re going to get that cool going up Old LaHonda! On such days you see a few other cyclists out there, but tonight, not a single one. Just the two of us. Very few cars, just a couple deer, and a lot of crickets.
Is it safe? If you’re lit up like we were, it could be argued you’re safer than in the daytime, since you stand out from the surrounding quite well when you’ve got a 700 lumen light up front and two flashing lights in the rear. Bontrager Ion 700, Thunderbolt & Cygolite Hotshot SL. All USB rechargeable lights, $170 total. Pretty amazing how far $170 goes these days compared to just a year or two ago!
No great time up Old LaHonda, partly because I was wheezing pretty badly (worse than expected), and partly for the mid-way stop when Kevin had a seizure. But it was fun, and everywhere but the climb itself, pretty easy. Just over 20 miles, about 90 minutes door-to-door. Not a bad way to end the day!
Yet another pretty darned awesome day to ride a bike; from 71 to 83 degrees or so, very light breeze. If Kevin and I had been in better shape, this would have been the perfect day for a late-summer Santa Cruz loop! But that wasn’t in the cards; not quite up a 115 mile ride right now. Actually, I could do it without much trouble, but Kevin’s been off the bike too much during the past month.
But if it wasn’t going to be long, it had to be something “ugly.” You know, a ride that you wouldn’t normally consider much fun to do. Redwood Gulch quickly rose to the top of the list. Ride along the foothills, up Redwood Gulch to 9, up 9 to Saratoga Gap (Skyline), reward ourselves with a coke (and, gasp, a hot dog) at Mr. Mustard, then north on Skyline to West Alpine, descend to LaHonda and then back home via 84. It all worked out nicely until we got to the top of Highway 9 and Mr. Mustard wasn’t there. We were both feeling a bit hungry and beginning to feel a bit bonked, but it’s not too hard a ride north on Skyline, and in LaHonda there’s a relatively-new market with sandwiches, cokes, and substandard-sized cookies.
We stopped along the way at the LaHonda duck pond; it’s getting rather ugly looking as the water recedes and the surface is becoming scummy. It was almost surprising that three ducks were able to swim through that stuff and make it to land!
On the way up the west side of 84 I suggested to Kevin that perhaps we should add additional ugliness by heading north on Skyline to Kings… his response was to promptly ditch me and fly up West Old LaHonda so fast that I kept him in sight for only the briefest of moments. He was on this way to a stellar Strava time, unless he either cracked or had a seizure. Given that there has been some past evidence of an adrenalin component in his seizures (probably the only “trigger” we’ve been able to identify), I wasn’t too surprised, coming around a corner on the upper, forested section, to see him on the ground. Thankfully, as usual, his seizures give him enough warning that he can safely get off the bike.
In the end it was 65 miles at a pretty moderate pace, probably exactly what was needed today. Unfortunately, I’m off the bike through Thursday, as I have to fly to Las Vegas to attend the Interbike trade show. Kevin will hopefully be keeping everyone in line on the Tuesday & Thursday morning rides this week, something he can do better from the front than I can do from the back. –Mike–