Today would have been a good day to reverse direction

VIRB0539coastJust another beautiful day on the coast? Not quite; today was just a little bit more challenging than that. What the picture doesn’t show are the stiff winds nor the pretty cool temps.

Kevin and I started out a bit earlier than normal, since he had a date with his girlfriend later in the day, and at 8:30am it was still pretty cold. At 9:15am at the top of Old LaHonda it was still cold. Heading down towards LaHonda it was still cold. OK, we’re not talking icy-cold, but about 39 degrees most of the time, and it had a bit of a bite to it. We were dressed warmly enough so it wasn’t a big issue, but the wind… that was a different thing entirely.

Heading into Pescadero the flags were telling us the bad news. Strong wind coming from the north. And today, we were doing the normal clockwise loop, which meant after the usual excellent lunch in Pescadero, we got to fight a stiff wind on Stage. But hey, maybe a strong tailwind heading up Tunitas, right? Nope, not today. It was all over the map, yet somehow never quite felt like a tail wind.

No records heading up Tunitas; Kevin had the, well, wind kicked out of him by the wind. Kevin is far stronger than I am these days, but still lets things like headwinds get in the way of enjoying a ride, and without enjoyment, he bogs down. Me, I just keep plugging away. –Mike–

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Kevin takes a week off and still kicks my butt

kings_slipping_awayThis has not been an easy winter for me; my weight’s kicked up a bit and my climbing has predictably slowed. It’s quite likely some, perhaps most can be attributed to a winter that began a bit colder than normal, plus taking two weeks off in November and another 8 days in December. When you talk with those amazing guys in their late 80s and early 90s who keep putting in the miles, and ask them what’s the secret, it’s always the same. Don’t stop. Ever. Just keep on riding. Maybe as I approach 60 I’m getting close to that “don’t stop” age. There are worse things to be told!

Kevin (my son, not the pilot) had taken a trip to Disneyland with his sister, so until this morning he hadn’t ridden in a week. You’d hardly know. He took it fairly easy going up Kings, nevertheless casually pulling away from me (along with Eric & Karl & I think MarkP). The other Kevin, that pilot guy, was shortly behind. Me, I’m just trying to keep them in sight.

It was on West Old LaHonda where Kevin really picked it up though. Karl did his usual thing, increasing the pace until people began to fall off the back, leaving just himself, younger Kevin and MarkP. Karl dropped off somewhere along the way, and in the upper forest, Kevin simply rode MarkP off his wheel. Or so I am told; it’s been some time since I’ve been a witness to such things!

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