Category Archives: Tues/Thurs 7:45am ride

Endless ramblings regarding the every Tuesday & Thursday-morning bike ride, leaving Olive Hill & Canada Road at 7:45am, rain or shine

One great ride after another!

Finally a really nice day, a little bit warmer, no fog, and legs that didn’t die after Kings
213 watts weighted power… I’m back to semi-normal! Nothing fancy heading up Kings; I let the fast folk (Karen, Marcus, Kevin, George) ride away from me pretty quickly, while Mark P took it easy and finished a bit behind me. Yes, nice not to be the last person at the top of Kings, although if Mark P had been trying, that wouldn’t have been the case.

I felt OK riding across Skyline, but totally botched the sprint at Sky Londa when I lost track of George (he was on the “other” side, where I wasn’t looking). I thought I could control things from the front, even though that would give George the edge via the slingshot effect. Something he learned from me. I felt strong like bull, thinking I’d do it the hard way. Well, not this time.

On West Old LaHonda, we rode the steeper upper part fairly hard, Karen pushing the pace on her 55th birthday. This time I hung on, even able to sprint the steep little climb to Skyline at the very end. Kevin had a huge head start on it, but I tried anyway. Didn’t catch him, but it felt really good trying. That’s a feeling I haven’t had in some time. It’s a really, really good feeling. I want more of it.

Somebody, please explain

Bordering on the ridiculous? Last night we knew there’d be a chance of rain this morning. 40% max it said. Doesn’t that mean it’s 60% likely you won’t get wet? No, we’re getting used to the goofy wording and now realize, anything 30% or more means that 30% (or more) of the rain will actually fall on you. Anything below 30% and you probably won’t see any rain at all. Nobody will. But 30% plus and it’s only a matter of how much, not if.

Does this mean weather forecasting qualifies as “fake news?” But if so, to whose benefit? The normal concept of “fake news” is to distort reality to favor yourself or your group or whatever. Who “wins” when the weather forecast qualifies as distorted reality?

This morning it was the two Kevins plus Karen riding up through the park in a light drizzle. Pretty much dry actually, until nearing Skyline. Karen turned around while the three of us continued, on our “regular” bikes ‘cuz why ride a heavier “rain” bike if the odds are 60/40 in your favor of not getting wet? Well, as already explained above…

Up on Skyline we were passed by a woman who was fully “up to speed” while we were getting our act together having just climbed Kings. Kevin (pilot) decided to pick up the pace and latch onto her wheel, and somehow we didn’t get the feeling she appreciated that. I think it safe to say Trump has made some women a bit suspicious of any guy’s motives these days, and whether it was the idea that this was a group of guys who couldn’t let themselves be passed by a woman, or a group of guys with Trump-like thoughts, she may have believed she had good reason to be annoyed. Shortly after we caught up, she pulled off to put on a rain jacket, possibly a convenient way to get rid of us. Ideally, we should be inviting her on our ride, but that wouldn’t be me, breathing heavily and unable to talk.

Given the conditions on Skyline we skipped West Old LaHonda, heading straight down 84 and then doing a loop through Woodside to tack on a few miles. It was kinda nice, riding something different than we normally do.

Of course, as soon as we got home, the rain stopped.

And equally of course, as soon as we began riding to work, it started up again (as seen in the photo above). I have no issue nominating this as the worst year for weather, ever. It refuses to disappoint in that regard. Every time you think the bad stuff is in the past, it comes around again. –MikeJ