Hard start, easy finish

sep4_2014_wolhThis morning was Kevin’s first day back on the bike after having his latest kidney stent removed and, as expected, he doesn’t take it easy but rather tries flying up through the park on the way up Kings, and flaming out not too far up the hill. This is standard procedure for him; he just can’t get his head wrapped around the idea that taking a bunch of time off the bike means you’ve got to take it a bit easier when you get back on.

Most interesting thing was the return of fog, and cooler temps. Not bad climbing Kings, not too bad up on Skyline, but descending the west side of 84 there were sections where it wouldn’t have been more wet had it rained. We exited the fog on the west 84 descent, and then re-entered it as we climbed higher on West Old LaHonda (which you can see in the photos).

Can’t say that I’m looking forward to next week, as I spend Monday night through Thursday in Las Vegas at the Interbike trade show. That means missing both Tuesday and Thursday’s regular ride, so by the time Sunday comes around, I’m going to be feeling it. There was a time when trade shows were fun, but it’s pretty much just work these days, and were it not for being on the National Bicycle Dealer Association Board of Directors (which holds one of its meetings at the show), I’d likely skip it entirely. Heck, one of these years I might just go to Eurobike (in Germany) instead, which is held a couple weeks earlier. That way at least I’d get a bunch of elite-qualifying miles on United!  –Mike–

 

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Back in the saddle again

IMG_5360wolh_againRiding over Tunitas yesterday evening, I was wondering how I was going to feel this morning. But I got out there and realized, pretty quickly, that what my body wants to do most, is ride. Was it easy going up Kings? No. I did start out faster than I expected, keeping up with fast-guys Kevin (pilot; my son’s kidney stent kept him off his bike again) and Karl. Behind me, Eric was taking it easy, leaving me in that place I know all-too-well, that vast “middle” land where you’re alone, with no hope of catching those in front, and a fear of being caught from behind.

Once I got to the open area (1.41 miles to the top) and realized there was absolutely zero chance of getting under 27 minutes, I circled for a bit and waited for Eric. Funny thing about doing that though. If you just keep going, you maintain a good speed and rhythm. If you stop and wait for someone, even if they’re riding a bit slower, you find yourself struggling. Go figure.

Up on top we met up with Millo, doing his usual thing, leaving a bit earlier and waiting for us at Skeggs Point on Skyline. Not sure why he doesn’t leave just a bit later and meet us near the top of Kings… maybe he doesn’t like the feeling of being the fox in a chase?

There really isn’t any good reason to dread a bike ride. It’s usually going to be a lot nicer and more fun than you thought it would be, and even if not, I’ve yet to do a ride where, later that day, I wasn’t glad I’d done it.

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