A Day at the Races followed by “Ugly” ride

Kevin looking "Pro" with a pair of cameras hanging from his neck
Kevin looking “Pro” with a pair of cameras hanging from his neck

I really should have gotten out on an early ride this morning, and then taken Kevin to the Burlingame Criterium so we could practice taking race photos before heading to France. But I really hadn’t settled on heading to the Burlingame Crit until the last moment, much too late to get in a ride first. Ideally, we could have ridden to the race, but Kevin’s not yet cleared to ride (and won’t be until at least after an MRI on his right hand Tuesday morning).

Kevin did get to feel kinda “pro” with two camera bodies hanging from his neck, one with his workhorse 55-250mm lens, the other with an 11-22mm wide angle I let him borrow. Kid with a new toy; he got some pretty nice pictures from the wide angle. Looks like it will be in the kit we bring to France. What won’t be is the “Africa” lens, the massive 150-600mm zoom. Just too much to handle, certainly too big to be carrying up monster climbs on a bike! It really made me appreciate the light weight and reasonable size of my 70-200 F4l.

Best "kit" we saw at the races; check out her matching nails!
Best “kit” we saw at the races; check out her matching nails!

It was 3:30 by the time we got home, which, this time of year, isn’t too late to get out for a good ride. But, since it couldn’t be a “real” ride (long distance), it had to be “ugly.” And nothing’s uglier than heading north on Canada to 92 & up to Skyline, then south. Lots of traffic on 92 but it was the heavy headwind that made it not-so-fun. The traffic itself doesn’t feel like a safety issue, but the noise is deafening.

Skyline heading south was actually fun, with a bit of a tailwind allowing me to keep my speed up. I took a brief stop at Skegg’s to check out the view, but the spot off the parking lot set up to see the bay is so overgrown you can’t see much anymore. How sad, thinking that trees are getting in the way of the view!

There's a house in the background with a "million dollar view." I get dozens of "million dollar views" every time I ride. So what's my bike worth?
There’s a house in the background with a “million dollar view.” I get dozens of “million dollar views” every time I ride. So what’s my bike worth?

At Sky Londa I headed west to Old LaHonda where I tried to save a snake (too late; it was squirming around but punctured by a bird that had dropped it onto the road) and made a couple of stops just to admire the view. You don’t always have to be in a rush!

After descending back into Woodside I came across an old customer (that doesn’t sound right!), John & his wife, on a tandem. I complained it wasn’t fair, two engines on one bike, and thought about the days my wife and I used to ride a tandem… a lot. But at some point the decision had to be made… keep riding the tandem or stay married. Glad that John figured out how to do both!  –Mike–

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I *am* the weakest link. Good-bye!

IMG_6138kingsA couple days late in this report; maybe the ride took more out of me than I thought!

It was a beautiful morning, no leg warmers needed. Karen, Karl, Eric, Kevin (pilot), and… uber-fast Keith and up & coming Jeff showed up. Ouch. Apparently it was Keith and Jeff at the top, with Jeff probably a bit confused about why it’s such a high honor that Keith was playing with him. I was nowhere near them; as you can see in the photo, I lost contact about halfway up.

I actually felt halfway decent on the section through the park, despite the fact that I forgot to use my Qvar inhaler before the ride. Warmer weather is definitely a help for me, no question.

On West Old LaHonda I came so so so close to hanging onto the fast wheels on the upper section, but just couldn’t quite get there. I’m trying to remember the three ahead of me; Keith for sure, Kevin (pilot) I think, and that would make the last one Jeff? I was too wasted to sprint up that last bit at the end, the one part of this ride that I “own.”

Update on Kevin (my son, not the pilot)- Next Tuesday morning he gets his MRI and finds out just how damaged his right hand really is. It’s possible that our upcoming trip to France could be without bikes, which would certainly change the nature of it. Spectators, not participants. But I’m hopeful that, somehow, Kevin will be back on a bike before then.

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