42 degrees and windy. I’m thinking of Mark Twain’s quote about coldest winter…

Yes, it's a blur to me too! Need to remember to keep something handy to wipe the camera lens from time to time.
Yes, it’s a blur to me too! Need to remember to keep something handy to wipe the camera lens from time to time.
This was one of those mornings where, going over Jefferson, you wonder if you’re going to make it to the top of Kings. Just didn’t feel like I had it in me. Of course, such feelings don’t matter; worst-case scenario, it’s only a matter of time and whatever it was that seemed impossible will be an earlier accomplishment. It’s not like I felt good going up Kings, but this was definitely one of those rides where, the longer you went, the better you felt.

Karen, on the other hand, felt good at the start. She took off, fast. Eventually JR went after her, with Karl in-between myself and Eric.

Cold? Not terribly, but 41.8 degrees, after how warm it had been just 10 days ago, seemed a bit rude. Windy? Oh heck yeah, although truthfully we never felt it, just heard it in the trees above.

In fact, my hardest ride of the day came much later, after my Complete Streets Committee meeting in Redwood City. By 8:30pm there wasn’t much left in the tank, but it was time to head back up the hill home, and into a very, very strong wind. More than once I got a strong-enough sideways gust that forced me to recalibrate my line! Hopefully the winds will be behind us soon. Right?

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Why did 62 miles today seem tougher than 104 miles last Sunday?

You can try to avoid the Pescadero Bakery and its picnic area behind the store, along with its bicycle pump and repair station... but why?
You can try to avoid the Pescadero Bakery and its picnic area behind the store, along with its bicycle pump and repair station… but why?
It was a pretty nice day actually; warm enough not to have to even consider leg warmers or a base layer, and the fog stayed just off the coast. If possible, an even-nicer day than last Sunday.

Not only that, but it was one of those exceptionally-rare days where you have a tailwind heading north on Stage Road between Pescadero and San Gregorio! How often does that happen? Even took advantage of that tail wind for a new personal record on the first climb!

This was a solo ride, since Kevin’s just 6 days past his final brain surgery and probably won’t be back on a bike until next Sunday… and that won’t be a very challenging ride. In the meantime, he’s back on the trainer. Normally I’d find someone to ride with along the way, but not today. It’s not like I haven’t done a ton of solo rides in the past; a few years ago I even did the Santa Cruz loop on my own. There’s something to be said for riding on your own, but it does get a bit old after a while. Sure, you’ve got Strava to prove you were out there, but it seems like you can work harder, more easily, when in a group.

France is just under 4 weeks away now. I’d like to be in better shape, especially with Ventoux in the mix, but obviously the bigger concern is what shape Kevin will be in. He’s younger, he’s stronger, so in all likelihood he’ll bounce back and run me into the ground again. But worst-case scenario, he’ll be better off than he was on our first trip to the Tour de France, so he’ll manage.


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