Ride to eat? This morning, you could say that.

I've said before, and it's really true, cars aren't after cyclists. They're out to kill themselves. We just have to keep out of their way. The guy driving the tow truck w/trailer had just been pulled over by a cop, then took off fast and just about ran into a car in the other lane soon after. Crazy.
I’ve said before, and it’s really true, cars aren’t after cyclists. They’re out to kill themselves. We just have to keep out of their way. The guy driving the tow truck w/trailer had just been pulled over by a cop, then took off fast and just about ran into a car in the other lane soon after. Crazy.

breakfastIMG_5466I was hoping that I’d have a strong ride on my 59th birthday, but in retrospect, that doesn’t seem terribly bright. I was, however, looking forward to something a bit different from the norm, one of our rare “breakfast rides” where, before doing the West Old LaHonda loop, we stop at Alice’s restaurant, order breakfast, ride the loop and, upon our return, breakfast is ready for us.

We’ve done this quite a few times before (although no more often than once every couple of years, but since this ride has been going on a LOT of years…), but the first guy we talked to thought it a bit odd. Fortunately one of the others remembered us doing this years past and we were good to go. I told the guy it would be 23 minutes… I was off… it took 24. Darn!

We started the ride with Kevin (not the pilot), Marcus, Eric, Karen, Karl & Jr. Karen took off down 84 before breakfast while the rest of us enjoyed healthy fare like buttermilk pancakes, bacon breakfast burritos and the one oddball, Marcus, who had a bowl of fruit. He also happens to be the fastest among us, so maybe there’s something to eating healthier. While figuring that out I’ll just try and mask any bad effects by drinking lots of coffee.

not_by_designIMG_5469Speaking of bad effects, that photo showing the water bottle? That design, the dark ring around the bottle? That’s not an external design element. That’s someone’s attempt at growing the latest anthrax cure inside a water bottle. I won’t name names, unless that water bottle shows up on the ride again. It’s OK to clean your bottle once in a while. Seriously!

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Now I am the Master, Kevin is the student! This, too, shall pass…

We stop for Corgis! This guy is on Olive Hill, right near Canada. Two Corgis actually, but this guy is a bit friendlier. Great way to approach the end of the ride (3 miles to go).

Last week’s ride had Kevin feeling a bit under the weather (kidney pain issues) so it was a bit on the slow side. Today I wanted to try the same ride again, and see if we could get back up to normal speed.

It started out hopefully, as Kevin rode strongly up Old LaHonda, maybe 4 minutes faster than last Sunday, clocking a 20:something. Me, meh, about a minute behind, and not feeling too badly about that. Nice ride down the back side, seeing JeffZ, someone we see nearly every Sunday, always in the other direction as he’s one of those “early” people, while Kevin and I are firmly in the “later” camp. JeffZ also happens to be a customer, with a Trek Project One we sold him that’s almost as bright as my Chain Reaction hi-visibility “kit” (shorts & jersey).

After passing by the duck pond, which is looking pretty darned weird lately (heavy plant growth completely covering it, making it appear ducks could walk on it, rather than swim), we came to Haskins which, for some reason, Kevin really dislikes. And today he not only disliked it but wasn’t showing anything near the speed he showed on Old LaHonda. Not sure why. The pattern was to repeat itself the remainder of the day, making it one of those extremely-rare outings where I was stronger on the climbs than he was.

Mandatory "does it cover your face" cookie test in Pescadero. It passed.
Mandatory “does it cover your face” cookie test in Pescadero. It passed.

The usual great lunch in Pescadero, the usual mondo-sized cookie too. The run north on Stage Road was a bit nicer than usual because the headwind was just barely there.

And Tunitas? Slight tailwind as we headed east, something you just can’t afford to waste, so I drove Kevin as hard as I could, but found myself getting ahead of him on the steeper parts and having to wait for a bit here & there. That almost never happens. A bit disappointing, as I was really feeling good, partly I think because I’ve taken myself off the meds my doctor prescribed for my Reynauds Syndrome (ice-cold hands caused by circulation issues in the fingers). One of those things where you can read the list of possible side effects and say yeah, that one, that one too, oh yeah, that also. We’d chosen the particular medication because it was one of the few that wasn’t supposed to affect heart rate (slowing it down), and that’s true, it didn’t appear to cause much trouble there. But it certainly did elsewhere, including anxiety and sleep issues, among other things I’d rather not discuss. Norvasc, for what it’s worth.

Getting back to Tunitas, in the end, it was an OK time, but nothing to get too excited about. I’m looking forward to Kevin being up to full steam and me dying to keep up. Next Sunday, I’m sure!

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