A Delorean passed by but it didn’t transport me back in time

On the left Kevin’s on the final Stage Road climb to Highway 1; on the right, flatter part of Tunitas, he’s enjoying what’s left of a Coke. Life definitely went better after the Coke!
Nothing different from the normal Sunday routine, except that I got up quite a bit earlier than Kevin to watch the final stage of Paris Nice, and after that, spent some time cleaning a bad winter’s collection of mud off our bieks before the ride.

Ohmygosh it was beautiful out there today! First time in many months we got to leave the legwarmers, base layers and jackets at home. Lowest temp I saw was maybe 61? Lower 70s were the norm. Nice enough that Kevin overcooked it a bit climbing Old LaHonda; I saw him for the first 6 minutes or so and then he was gone. It’s going to take him a bit of time to get back to full speed, but at just over 20 minutes, he’s way faster than I am!

We did the outlaw thing, like everybody else, riding West Old LaHonda through the “dangerous” closed section (which hasn’t seemed to have changed at all these past two weeks). The climb over Haskins was pretty slow, although we can blame most of it on stopping to help someone in a car figure out how to get to the coast. Pretty easy; just stay on the same road and it dead ends at the ocean!

The bakery/market in Pescadero was packed, which shouldn’t be a surprise, given how nice it was. We’re such regulars there that they start making Kevin’s sandwich as soon as they spot him in line though, so that saved some time. They even know him by name (which they wrote on the sandwich).

Stage Road? Yeah, tough headwind today, but the only really bad part is just that first few miles to the base of the first climb. Tunitas? Very easy; Kevin was feeling the effects of his Old LaHonda effort. He felt a lot better after drinking the half bottle of coke that I couldn’t finish in Pescadero and brought with me though.

I can definitely get used to days like this. After the winter we’ve had, yeah, we’ve paid our dues. Time to really enjoy riding on warm days and put the rain bikes aside for a while. Hopefully a long while. 🙂

More local bike shops disappearing… they’re not my competitors, they’re part of the local cycling infrastructure (and good friends)

Sad irony that this bike made its way onto our repair stand today, the last day Passion Trail Bikes in Belmont was officially open for business.

In the past 30 days, 30 local bike shops closed their doors in the US. One such shop is our neighbor, Passion Trail in Belmont. This isn’t one less competitor; rather, this is one fewer place making cycling convenient and fun for local residents. We’ll soon be losing another, Calmar in Santa Clara. Both great shops, and both closing their doors because climbing rents, the high cost of living here and reduced support from suppliers made it impossible to continue.

We’re proud of the fact that we’ve been your local bike shop for 37 years, and that the next generation of my family plans to carry on the tradition. Our goal will always be the same- to make sure a bike you get from us is never one more thing in the garage that seemed like a good idea at the time, but rather something you can’t walk past without wanting to get out on a ride! That’s served us well in the past, and we hope it continues to in the years ahead. And my very best wishes for the adventures ahead for those who have left this business.

I’m sure they’re going to be telling me how great it is to have more time to ride, how nice it is not to be working 70 hours/week, and that their hair is growing back. I’ll be envious but also a bit skeptical (at least the part about the hair growing back anyway). I’ll bet they’re going to be missing their customers more than they admit. Given a better environment for the small local business, I’ll bet they’d still be around, still keeping cyclists on their bikes, still making sure, like us, that people discover that life does, indeed, go by at just the right speed on a bike. –Mike Jacoubowsky, Partner, Chain Reaction Bicycles