Haven’t seen so many bikes on the road in a long time, probably thinking not too many nice days left. And it was a nice day, maybe a bit cool but not cold (mid 50s-60s). I felt really good, Kevin not so much at first but he got into it as the ride went on. A few kidney stone pains but I got his mind off them by asking questions about WWII. That’s his thing; he’s fascinated by WWII military history, especially tank battles.
Old LaHonda went by pretty slowly, Haskins not much better, but he started putting the hammer down on the run into Pescadero. That’s a bit different!
The usual awesome sandwich in Pescadero followed by the usual awesome headwind heading north on Stage. Some types of awesome is definitely preferable to others.
To change things up a bit we headed back via 84 instead of Tunitas, taking advantage of the tailwind. In the end, a very nice ride.
Last ride was Sunday, March 2nd, and a rain-shortened ride at that. Then early Monday morning I was off on a plane to do the bike lobbyist gig in DC, arrive back 3am Friday morning… so I was both looking forward to today’s ride, and curious, not really dreading, how it would go.
The first thing I notice when I get back on the back after a week (or longer) is how wonderful it feels. And how high you are above the ground. Seriously, I think that’s one of the cool things about cycling, the manner in which is elevates you, puts you in the clouds as it were. When walking you have your feet on the ground but cycling… you’d normally think being disconnected would be a bad thing (in a holistic way), but that’s not how it feels. You’re alive, your equal parts earth & sky. All your senses are engaged. No matter how long it’s been, it feels good. Great even.
But for how long? Time to find out, using the “Coastal Classic” loop through Pescadero and back via Tunitas. Old LaHonda… well, nothing too fast there. Heart rate up at the higher end (which is typical after being off the bike for a bit), and maybe a minute slower than I’d otherwise be, at 22-something. Haskins Grade, on the way to Pescadero? Just over 10 minutes. If I could have hung onto Kevin’s wheel, it would have been just under. This surprised me; I was figuring something more like 11 or even 12 minutes. But entering Pescadero came the first sign, or lack of, that not everything would be rosy. Because there was no sign! Kevin and I get set up for the Pescadero City Limits sprint, and the signs not there. Talk about being all revved up with no place to go!
After the mandatory stop in Pescadero for pastries and a coke it was off to Stage Road where, approaching the first climb, I didn’t feel like I was running on all cylinders, and dreading getting over Tunitas. But bad as I was feeling, I was still keeping up with Kevin, and the watts from the power meter weren’t looking that bad.
On the lead-in to the Tunitas climb we came across Steve, on a Trek 5200 we’d sold him 13+ years and 65,000 miles ago. Hard to sell new bikes when they last that long! We’d actually seen him earlier on the ride, heading up Old LaHonda. He was setting a pretty good pace and I’m wondering if I’m burning the matches a bit early, but once things got steep, I found myself feeling pretty good, and he eventually dropped off the pace Kevin and I were setting. And then Kevin dropped off the pace and began to do his yo-yo thing, where he’d ride really fast for a minute or so, pass me, then blow up. It’s not the most-efficient way to climb, and after a few times he did a number on his calf muscle and limped in along the flatter part near the top. Need to get him set up with a power meter, so he can learn what sort of pace he can actually sustain.
In the end a nice ride on a beautiful day! Maybe 70 degrees, give or take a few, so no leg warmers, no base layers. Just 11 days more of this terrible winter weather to go, and then we’ll see what spring brings us!