The return of Marcus; I’m not worthy

Neither Kevin today, just me and this really fast guy who used to be a regular but probably lost interest as the ride became slower over the past few years. I barely made it up Kings under 30, but did manage to get in short pieces of conversation now and then.

Marcus headed for home up on Skyline, leaving me on my own (what if I got lost???!!) until I came across Perry (hope I got the name right?) who comes out from Colorado every few years to join us.

Hopefully Kevin (kid) will be back in action Thursday. He had a scan of his damaged knee, which didn’t show much damage, just some fluid accumulation. Amazing how few issues I’ve had over the past 5 decades.

First post-France Sunday ride. I survived; Kevin had to sag???

A week ago I was in Paris, watching the finale of the Tour de France. To be truthful, the finale isn’t all that exciting; it mainly serves to bracket the experience and bring some closure. The earlier stages we see are much more fun, because we get to ride to them!

Well today it was time to get back to the regular Sunday routine, which meant up Old LaHonda, Haskins to Pescadero, north on Stage and then… things kinda fell apart. Get to that shortly. Old LaHonda was pretty ugly for me, 23:44 I think. I gave permission to Kevin to fly at light-speed, and that he did. If not for a bunch of cars that got in the way a few times, he would have had an 18-something. And therein lies the tale; that effort did a real number on his banged-up knee. Not banged up from riding, but from hitting a counter or table in our room in France. He did OK on Haskins but was really limping into Pescadero. We had the usual excellent chicken club sandwich, along with a cookie for him, and the closest thing I could manage to a french-style pasty for me (cherry turnover).

It wasn’t too far into Stage that it was decided he’d be calling for a sag but guess what, no cell coverage on Stage Road! Had to get all the way to San Gregorio to call in the sag, which met us at La Honda, after a painfully-slow ride from the coast. Once that was taken care of, I was on my own to have some fun, and it actually was. My 3rd-best time for the climb from just outside of LaHonda to the top so yes, I was feeling much better than I did earlier on Old LaHonda.