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

The return of Marcus

That’s the closest I came to Kevin & Marcus on Kings this morning. They pulled away at the very start, and were not seen again until the very top.
For some time the “regulars” have been missing in action, until last Thursday we saw George, and then, this morning, Marcus. Which meant, finally, Kevin could be challenged on the climb, as I quickly waved him on, telling him to go have some fun.

It was a bit cooler than the past few rides, dropping down to 40, and yeah, there’s no question that has an affect on my breathing. I just went as steady as I could, with this ridiculous hope I could get 30-something, but ended up just a bit over 31. Kevin got up there 5 minutes earlier, with Marcus a minute or so behind. This was Kevin’s first relatively-fast time up Kings in ages, but still a good two minutes off a really good time for him. Time for me to get out the tow rope!

The road crews still have work to do; we were delayed several minutes on West Old LaHonda by debris clearning operations, followed by the long-running construction on Skyline between Old LaHonda and 84. New is the extensive reconstruction going on towards the bottom of 84, but fortunately this one looks to be moving along very rapidly.

Thursday will apparently be the last really nice riding weather for a few days as a new storm is supposed to move in. Friday will get interesting; supposedly half an inch during the day, followed by 1-2 inches at night. Lingering showers Saturday morning and then… nice weather for Sunday!

How could someone near-60 have not seen Vanishing Point?

Real life imitating art imitating real life. Vanishing Point was one of the truest examples of “Cinema Verite”, or at least as close as an existential car chase movie could possibly come. Many thesis have been written about the tiny gap between bulldozer blades that Kowalski was aiming for. It was pretty obvious though; the light shining between them was the light of freedom.  Vanishing Point was one of the highpoints of the early 70s for me. I may have seen it at Palo Alto’s New Varsity theater, on University Avenue, with Paul Duncan, a good friend of mine whom I’ve kind of lost track of over the years, despite both of us still living in the Bay Area. This would have been the type of film that 16 year olds spend too much time thinking about the meaning of. We discussed such things during late-night walks on the pathway alongside the SP train tracks (now Caltrain), heading south for an hour or so, then heading back.

1971 was a really good year for existential car chase films; Duel, Spielberg’s first commercial movie, about a guy in a sedan apparently being chased by a large tanker truck (and you never see the face of the tanker truck driver). The absurdity being that a sedan can easily outrun a tanker truck, especially climbing into the hills. It was probably inspiration for The Terminator where Arnold Schwarzenegger’s cyborg was more tenacious than fast.

The most surprising thing about both Duel and Vanishing Point is that two of my favorite movies featured cars, and I’m the guy who didn’t even get a driver’s license until 18.

Looking at the picture of the bulldozer on West Old LaHonda, you can see where the connection between this morning’s ride and Vanishing Point comes from. Had George been flying this morning, we might have seen sparks and explosions, but we were all taking it pretty easy today, so plenty of time to slow down and avoid carnage.

It was as nice as you’d have expected it to be, and finally, it wasn’t just myself and Kevin, or myself, Kevin & Kevin. George showed up, fresh from the infamous “morning” ride which, today, had apparently been an easy pace. George and Kevin kept each other company on the climb up Kings, finishing about 4 minutes ahead of me.

I could have shown yet another beautiful photo from West Old LaHonda, but didn’t want competition for the bulldozer photo. We did have one more photo op though; at formal end of climbing, right where the annoying stop light is found on Skyline, just north of Old LaHonda, somebody had dumped a couple couches by the side of the road, with the requisite “free” sign attached (as if they were anything anyone would want). Seemed like the perfect opportunity to take a break. Glad nobody’s done that half-way up Kings. Or a third. Or even a quarter maybe. Might be tempted!