Diablo Junction Plus South Gate Road and Blackhawk 38 miles
Just as I was ready to head out the door this morning, I saw that I had a flat rear tire. I tried the pump and run technique but no dice; I had to change the tube and I was going to be late. To help things along, my daughter insisted on helping me so I was going to be even later.
Rolled up to the Gate at 8:10 thinking JB would be gone already, but he was there talking to the Gate Ranger whom he described as “chatty”. The ranger was doing some kind of study about bicycle accidents and said that the Juniper pull-out was the statistical hot spot. JB also got some new purple tires on his bike so we matched, but I just received some new black and gray ones so it won’t be for long.
Nothing eventful on the way up, it was a cool morning but warming up fast. As we approached the Junction I did a good hard sprint but JB didn’t follow me.
Quite a few riders hanging around up there, discussing the Giro, the weather, the road conditions… all was right with the world. Then we headed down to Blackhawk. There were lots of riders and even some big groups coming up.
I pushed it pretty hard on Blackhawk Road and on Crow Canyon Road, and did a couple little hill sprints- JB didn’t feel obligated to play along so I had to wait up for him a couple times. We got on the Iron Horse Trail off of Crow Canyon and then rode the rest of the way on Danville Blvd.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Diablo Junction - 18 miles
I gave Amanda a ride to the church. She’s using JB’s beater old Bianchi with the English tourister handlebars, kind of like the old 3-speed style, but she’s hoping to get a new bike to replace her stolen one soon.
I knew Mark P had already started up because I saw his truck. I didn’t see anyone else from work around but I saw the Diablo Cyclists going up so I started to chase after them. There was a fast core group that was losing one rider about every half mile so I passed one rider every few minutes but never got close to the front group.
I saw Edgardo at the bottom of the Bump – he hasn’t ridden in a while and it showed, but he looked like he was having fun.
Adam’s goal was to sub 30 today. His best ever is 30m30s I think and he has vowed to break 30 this year. I saw him closing on me just before Clavicle Cracker and I sped up to give him something to chase and then I gave him a shove when he went around me.
Then there was one OTB Diablo Cyclist in a red jersey up ahead and I just wasn’t gaining on him. I’d get a little closer on one stretch and then fall back again on another. Never did catch him but it made the last couple miles a little more fun. Turns out it was Dave, a guy I saw a lot last year and we seemed pretty evenly matched then too.
Junction time 40m10s. Adam did 32 something and JB did 37 something (but he rolled in after I did so he didn’t pass me!). Also came across Mark P who said he did a 46 so he’s getting better every week. He should stop giving himself head starts!
There was some interesting discussion with one of the rangers at the Junction.
• Apparently some kind of endangered owl called the “burrowing owl” has been spotted on the mountain recently and has caused lots of interest.
• The Summit Road repair project has been delayed until next spring so there won’t be any interference with the Diablo Challenge. I thought this was really something, setting construction schedules around a bike event.
• The Diablo Challenge this year will not be sponsored by Children’s Hospital or by the American Lung Association, but by Save Mount Diablo so the entrance fee will likely be significantly less than last year ($40 I think it was).
• The ranger also said that the State Parks system was losing money and suffered severe budget cuts under the Schwarzenegger administration so they count on Save Mount Diablo to help them out with projects.
(can you believe that "Schwarzenneger" is in my spell check? I got it wrong the first time I typed it)
I gave Amanda a ride to the church. She’s using JB’s beater old Bianchi with the English tourister handlebars, kind of like the old 3-speed style, but she’s hoping to get a new bike to replace her stolen one soon.
I knew Mark P had already started up because I saw his truck. I didn’t see anyone else from work around but I saw the Diablo Cyclists going up so I started to chase after them. There was a fast core group that was losing one rider about every half mile so I passed one rider every few minutes but never got close to the front group.
I saw Edgardo at the bottom of the Bump – he hasn’t ridden in a while and it showed, but he looked like he was having fun.
Adam’s goal was to sub 30 today. His best ever is 30m30s I think and he has vowed to break 30 this year. I saw him closing on me just before Clavicle Cracker and I sped up to give him something to chase and then I gave him a shove when he went around me.
Then there was one OTB Diablo Cyclist in a red jersey up ahead and I just wasn’t gaining on him. I’d get a little closer on one stretch and then fall back again on another. Never did catch him but it made the last couple miles a little more fun. Turns out it was Dave, a guy I saw a lot last year and we seemed pretty evenly matched then too.
Junction time 40m10s. Adam did 32 something and JB did 37 something (but he rolled in after I did so he didn’t pass me!). Also came across Mark P who said he did a 46 so he’s getting better every week. He should stop giving himself head starts!
There was some interesting discussion with one of the rangers at the Junction.
• Apparently some kind of endangered owl called the “burrowing owl” has been spotted on the mountain recently and has caused lots of interest.
• The Summit Road repair project has been delayed until next spring so there won’t be any interference with the Diablo Challenge. I thought this was really something, setting construction schedules around a bike event.
• The Diablo Challenge this year will not be sponsored by Children’s Hospital or by the American Lung Association, but by Save Mount Diablo so the entrance fee will likely be significantly less than last year ($40 I think it was).
• The ranger also said that the State Parks system was losing money and suffered severe budget cuts under the Schwarzenegger administration so they count on Save Mount Diablo to help them out with projects.
(can you believe that "Schwarzenneger" is in my spell check? I got it wrong the first time I typed it)
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Diablo Summit 33 miles
Rick wasn’t riding today and Nicole called to say she’d be late so it was just JB and me at the Gate at 8. The weather was absolutely perfect; morning coolness to warm up quickly. It was quiet too, hardly any traffic of any kind. I called Nicole and told her we’d meet her at the Junction after we did the Summit.
We climbed at a steady even pace, neither of us especially frisky for some reason. We two have been doing this longer than anyone else in our little clique. We’ve seen ride buddies come and go over the years; people who moved away, changed lifestyles, or just disappeared, but JB and I have been riding together for 14 years. A lot of stuff goes unsaid between guys who’ve been doing the same thing together for that long, and a lot of water has gone under the bridge. I’ve had three different best bikes in that time and he’s had four. For a couple years we were the only members in the eight-at-the-Gate club. For a couple years I was so much slower than him that I would get a 10 minute head start and he’d always catch me and pass me. Those were the kind of things I thought about while we rode mostly without saying anything to each other.
We did see a few folks descending as we climbed and we wondered how early they must have started to be done with the Mountain by 8am. We also saw Mark A and one of his buddies and he always has a friendly greeting for everybody. After the torrential rains of midweek the flowers and grass were vibrant and the riding was quite pleasant.
I sensed that JB was a little off his game this morning and I was unintentionally half-wheeling him. He admitted he had some stomach gas bloating problems so I let him dictate the pace.
Near the Junction though he kicked it up a gear and I jumped on his wheel thinking if he was going to start something I’d be up to finishing it. Then he said “I’ll give you a lead out and then you can outsprint me.” So that took all the fun out of it and I declined his offer. We crossed the line together at 42m flat.
Now we started to see a lot of other riders. We talked to a few of them and then headed up. It was more relaxed enjoyable pedaling all the way up, but it was getting quite a bit warmer now. Finally I took the lead going up the Summit Wall but JB came around me in the last 50 meters to take the win. Summit time 80 minutes. We found Peter up there and we went down to the Junction together, hooked up with Nicole, and all went to Mia Café for a java/juice/tea/smoothie.
Rick wasn’t riding today and Nicole called to say she’d be late so it was just JB and me at the Gate at 8. The weather was absolutely perfect; morning coolness to warm up quickly. It was quiet too, hardly any traffic of any kind. I called Nicole and told her we’d meet her at the Junction after we did the Summit.
We climbed at a steady even pace, neither of us especially frisky for some reason. We two have been doing this longer than anyone else in our little clique. We’ve seen ride buddies come and go over the years; people who moved away, changed lifestyles, or just disappeared, but JB and I have been riding together for 14 years. A lot of stuff goes unsaid between guys who’ve been doing the same thing together for that long, and a lot of water has gone under the bridge. I’ve had three different best bikes in that time and he’s had four. For a couple years we were the only members in the eight-at-the-Gate club. For a couple years I was so much slower than him that I would get a 10 minute head start and he’d always catch me and pass me. Those were the kind of things I thought about while we rode mostly without saying anything to each other.
We did see a few folks descending as we climbed and we wondered how early they must have started to be done with the Mountain by 8am. We also saw Mark A and one of his buddies and he always has a friendly greeting for everybody. After the torrential rains of midweek the flowers and grass were vibrant and the riding was quite pleasant.
I sensed that JB was a little off his game this morning and I was unintentionally half-wheeling him. He admitted he had some stomach gas bloating problems so I let him dictate the pace.
Near the Junction though he kicked it up a gear and I jumped on his wheel thinking if he was going to start something I’d be up to finishing it. Then he said “I’ll give you a lead out and then you can outsprint me.” So that took all the fun out of it and I declined his offer. We crossed the line together at 42m flat.
Now we started to see a lot of other riders. We talked to a few of them and then headed up. It was more relaxed enjoyable pedaling all the way up, but it was getting quite a bit warmer now. Finally I took the lead going up the Summit Wall but JB came around me in the last 50 meters to take the win. Summit time 80 minutes. We found Peter up there and we went down to the Junction together, hooked up with Nicole, and all went to Mia Café for a java/juice/tea/smoothie.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Diablo Junction - 30 miles
Since this is Bike to Work Week, I promised myself to ride to work every day no matter what. Last night they said it was going to rain today so I planned on riding the Belgian Beast in to work and ride up the mountain from there – I wasn’t going to let a little drizzle make me break my promise.
It started about noon. Drizzle became showers, then the rain got quite heavy and the wind started to blow. By 3 o’clock it looked like a hurricane outside my office – the trees were bent over and I half expected to see a trailer house go flying by. JB and I were the only ones committed to going – he told me I could back out if I wanted to, and I said “I’ll quit if you will…. NOT!”
By 5 o’clock things had settled in to a mild downpour. JB and I met up in the parking garage and set off for the Mountain. We were hopeful that we’d get a break in the rain, but not optimistic. We wondered if we’d see anyone else riding today.
Saw two guys coming down just as we were starting up – they were the last signs of human life we’d have for the foreseeable future. There was definitely a feeling of venturing out into the great unknown with an indeterminable amount of risk involved.
Wildlife Encounter: A mother deer and two TINY little fawns. The little ones were a little curious about us, but mom hustled them across the ditch and down to safety.
We cleared up a few things early in the climb – there would be no hammering, no attacks, no solo breakaways; we’d just ride a regular pace with the goal of getting through it and having bragging rights in the morning.
It wasn’t really cold so even though my shoes were full of water, my gloves were like saturated sponges, and my jacket was sticking to me like flypaper, I was reasonably comfortable. Then the wind started. Not enough wind to blow you off the road, but enough to make bike handling difficult while still providing propulsion.
My computer crapped out at mile three. The numbers were still there but it wasn’t picking up my wheel and the stopwatch function was stalled. Oh well, not like this was going to be on my short list of fast rides.
There was absolutely no sign of the storm letting up. The higher we went the darker it got. Around Big Shady Oak JB looked down and noticed that there was a bubbly FOAM on his knees - it took him a minute to reason out that it must be residual detergent in his tights that his washing machine didn't rinse out and the pumping action of his legs brought up quite a head of suds!
Then suddenly, we were there. At the Junction we gathered our courage and prepped ourselves for the descent. My glasses were foggy so I started down without them but the rain hitting my eyeballs was a little too much to take so I stopped and put my glasses back on.
From then on it was pretty much a controlled freefall, riding the brakes the whole way down with limited visibility but we made it. I had to continue on back to work to pick up my backpack and finally there was a break in the rain for the trip home from there.
Since this is Bike to Work Week, I promised myself to ride to work every day no matter what. Last night they said it was going to rain today so I planned on riding the Belgian Beast in to work and ride up the mountain from there – I wasn’t going to let a little drizzle make me break my promise.
It started about noon. Drizzle became showers, then the rain got quite heavy and the wind started to blow. By 3 o’clock it looked like a hurricane outside my office – the trees were bent over and I half expected to see a trailer house go flying by. JB and I were the only ones committed to going – he told me I could back out if I wanted to, and I said “I’ll quit if you will…. NOT!”
By 5 o’clock things had settled in to a mild downpour. JB and I met up in the parking garage and set off for the Mountain. We were hopeful that we’d get a break in the rain, but not optimistic. We wondered if we’d see anyone else riding today.
Saw two guys coming down just as we were starting up – they were the last signs of human life we’d have for the foreseeable future. There was definitely a feeling of venturing out into the great unknown with an indeterminable amount of risk involved.
Wildlife Encounter: A mother deer and two TINY little fawns. The little ones were a little curious about us, but mom hustled them across the ditch and down to safety.
We cleared up a few things early in the climb – there would be no hammering, no attacks, no solo breakaways; we’d just ride a regular pace with the goal of getting through it and having bragging rights in the morning.
It wasn’t really cold so even though my shoes were full of water, my gloves were like saturated sponges, and my jacket was sticking to me like flypaper, I was reasonably comfortable. Then the wind started. Not enough wind to blow you off the road, but enough to make bike handling difficult while still providing propulsion.
My computer crapped out at mile three. The numbers were still there but it wasn’t picking up my wheel and the stopwatch function was stalled. Oh well, not like this was going to be on my short list of fast rides.
There was absolutely no sign of the storm letting up. The higher we went the darker it got. Around Big Shady Oak JB looked down and noticed that there was a bubbly FOAM on his knees - it took him a minute to reason out that it must be residual detergent in his tights that his washing machine didn't rinse out and the pumping action of his legs brought up quite a head of suds!
Then suddenly, we were there. At the Junction we gathered our courage and prepped ourselves for the descent. My glasses were foggy so I started down without them but the rain hitting my eyeballs was a little too much to take so I stopped and put my glasses back on.
From then on it was pretty much a controlled freefall, riding the brakes the whole way down with limited visibility but we made it. I had to continue on back to work to pick up my backpack and finally there was a break in the rain for the trip home from there.
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Diablo Junction plus South Gate Road to Blackhawk – 38 miles
Rick, Peter, and I all started right at eight, JB said he was coming but we left without him and put up the rock. I felt pretty good, but not very energetic. It was a beautiful day, the sun was quickly warming up the mountain and there wasn’t much wind. There did seem to be a lot of traffic though, maybe some kind of trail maintenance event going on. Lots of riders too – regulars as well as some I hadn’t seen before.
Just before the Bump, JB caught us and made some remark about how he must be in top form to do that and I said if he were really in top form he would ATTACK us and so he did, because he is, and we didn’t see him again until Junction.
After the Bump I picked up the speed a little bit and Peter got shelled, but I tried to wait for Rick to catch up. Since he hadn’t done so by the Upper Ranch I decided to go for it and pulled out the plug. Never did catch JB, but I passed a bunch of other riders and finished with a 40m20s Junction time – about the same as last Wednesday.
TONS of riders at the Junction, and several really nice bikes, and there was lots of friendly chit chat. I examined my tires here and noticed some thread showing through the rear so I made a mental note to change it. I got 2000 miles out of that tire though so that’s reasonable. JB and Peter turned down so Rick and I discussed part 2. He asked for a ClifShot but nobody had one so he decided South Gate and Blackhawk would be a better ride than the Summit.
That residential section at the bottom gets worse on a weekly basis. I wonder how bad they’ll let it go before they do something.
So on Diablo Road and Blackhawk Road, Rick and I rode some good tempo and he tried to challenge me on a couple of sprinter hills but I beat him every time – he was close once though and really made me dig.
Then at 9:45 I’m pretty sure I saw blog reader Larry and a buddy on Blackhawk Road and I shouted out to him because he told me he’d be there, but I’m not sure he heard me and he didn’t stop.
Back to Walnut Creek on Danville Blvd and I did most of the pulling just because I was enjoying the power workout. A post ride Jamba Juice was especially delicious since the weather was pretty warm by then.
Then later in the evening I went out for a ride with my daughter and our Halfwheeler (she calls it the "two-headed bike"). She enjoys learning bikie lingo like “Let’s hammer Dada!”, but she doesn’t like it when I call her a wheel sucker. She also helped me put a slightly used tire on my rear wheel to replace the one with the threads showing. Her favorite part is using the floor pump.
Rick, Peter, and I all started right at eight, JB said he was coming but we left without him and put up the rock. I felt pretty good, but not very energetic. It was a beautiful day, the sun was quickly warming up the mountain and there wasn’t much wind. There did seem to be a lot of traffic though, maybe some kind of trail maintenance event going on. Lots of riders too – regulars as well as some I hadn’t seen before.
Just before the Bump, JB caught us and made some remark about how he must be in top form to do that and I said if he were really in top form he would ATTACK us and so he did, because he is, and we didn’t see him again until Junction.
After the Bump I picked up the speed a little bit and Peter got shelled, but I tried to wait for Rick to catch up. Since he hadn’t done so by the Upper Ranch I decided to go for it and pulled out the plug. Never did catch JB, but I passed a bunch of other riders and finished with a 40m20s Junction time – about the same as last Wednesday.
TONS of riders at the Junction, and several really nice bikes, and there was lots of friendly chit chat. I examined my tires here and noticed some thread showing through the rear so I made a mental note to change it. I got 2000 miles out of that tire though so that’s reasonable. JB and Peter turned down so Rick and I discussed part 2. He asked for a ClifShot but nobody had one so he decided South Gate and Blackhawk would be a better ride than the Summit.
That residential section at the bottom gets worse on a weekly basis. I wonder how bad they’ll let it go before they do something.
So on Diablo Road and Blackhawk Road, Rick and I rode some good tempo and he tried to challenge me on a couple of sprinter hills but I beat him every time – he was close once though and really made me dig.
Then at 9:45 I’m pretty sure I saw blog reader Larry and a buddy on Blackhawk Road and I shouted out to him because he told me he’d be there, but I’m not sure he heard me and he didn’t stop.
Back to Walnut Creek on Danville Blvd and I did most of the pulling just because I was enjoying the power workout. A post ride Jamba Juice was especially delicious since the weather was pretty warm by then.
Then later in the evening I went out for a ride with my daughter and our Halfwheeler (she calls it the "two-headed bike"). She enjoys learning bikie lingo like “Let’s hammer Dada!”, but she doesn’t like it when I call her a wheel sucker. She also helped me put a slightly used tire on my rear wheel to replace the one with the threads showing. Her favorite part is using the floor pump.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Diablo Junction - 16 miles
Had trouble getting a group together today; people showing up at different times. Mark P and I met at the parking spot and we saw JB ride by so we followed him. Waited at the Gate for a while and Adam showed up. We were expecting Nicole and Jeff too but JB didn’t wait. Then a friend of Jeff’s showed up and introduced himself as Tim. So when Jeff finally did show up we all took off together but that didn’t last long.
Jeff and Mark stayed together, I hung on with Adam and Tim, who it turns out is an ex-pro who took a break from riding but is now back to racing Master 4’s. Adam and Tim had both raced Cat’s Hill Criterium last weekend so they were chatting about that while I was dragging my tongue trying to keep in their slipstream. We were really flying and zoomed past some other solo riders, but by the time we got near the bottom of the Bump I decided to back off (actually less of a decision than a capitulation).
So I rode the rest of the route by myself. I kept Adam and Tim in sight for a little while but by the Upper Washout they had a couple minutes on me. I was thinking I might be able to stay with them until we caught JB, but I didn’t have it. Then I started kicking myself for eating too much lunch (free sandwiches at vendor presentation) because I was getting that “I ate too much lunch” feeling and it was really slowing me down. Every time I do that I promise myself not to do it again, but free sandwiches are my weakness I guess.
Barely broke 21 minutes for the final three miles – pretty pathetic, but thanks to the fast start I still had an OK Junction time of 40m23s. No socializing; JB turned around right away, Adam and Tim had gone down South Gate, I waited for Jeff and Mark and then we went down together. Didn’t see Nicole until back at her car… she only made it to the first ranch.
Sure would be nice to have some bigger groups.
Had trouble getting a group together today; people showing up at different times. Mark P and I met at the parking spot and we saw JB ride by so we followed him. Waited at the Gate for a while and Adam showed up. We were expecting Nicole and Jeff too but JB didn’t wait. Then a friend of Jeff’s showed up and introduced himself as Tim. So when Jeff finally did show up we all took off together but that didn’t last long.
Jeff and Mark stayed together, I hung on with Adam and Tim, who it turns out is an ex-pro who took a break from riding but is now back to racing Master 4’s. Adam and Tim had both raced Cat’s Hill Criterium last weekend so they were chatting about that while I was dragging my tongue trying to keep in their slipstream. We were really flying and zoomed past some other solo riders, but by the time we got near the bottom of the Bump I decided to back off (actually less of a decision than a capitulation).
So I rode the rest of the route by myself. I kept Adam and Tim in sight for a little while but by the Upper Washout they had a couple minutes on me. I was thinking I might be able to stay with them until we caught JB, but I didn’t have it. Then I started kicking myself for eating too much lunch (free sandwiches at vendor presentation) because I was getting that “I ate too much lunch” feeling and it was really slowing me down. Every time I do that I promise myself not to do it again, but free sandwiches are my weakness I guess.
Barely broke 21 minutes for the final three miles – pretty pathetic, but thanks to the fast start I still had an OK Junction time of 40m23s. No socializing; JB turned around right away, Adam and Tim had gone down South Gate, I waited for Jeff and Mark and then we went down together. Didn’t see Nicole until back at her car… she only made it to the first ranch.
Sure would be nice to have some bigger groups.
Diablo Junction - 16 miles
Had trouble getting a group together today; people showing up at different times. Mark P and I met at the parking spot and we saw JB ride by so we followed him. Waited at the Gate for a while and Adam showed up. We were expecting Nicole and Jeff too but JB didn’t wait. Then a friend of Jeff’s showed up and introduced himself as Tim. So when Jeff finally did show up we all took off together but that didn’t last long.
Jeff and Mark stayed together, I hung on with Adam and Tim, who it turns out is an ex-pro who took a break from riding but is now back to racing Master 4’s. Adam and Tim had both raced Cat’s Hill Criterium last weekend so they were chatting about that while I was dragging my tongue trying to keep in their slipstream. We were really flying and zoomed past some other solo riders, but by the time we got near the bottom of the Bump I decided to back off (actually less of a decision than a capitulation).
So I rode the rest of the route by myself. I kept Adam and Tim in sight for a little while but by the Upper Washout they had a couple minutes on me. I was thinking I might be able to stay with them until we caught JB, but I didn’t have it. Then I started kicking myself for eating too much lunch (free sandwiches at vendor presentation) because I was getting that “I ate too much lunch” feeling and it was really slowing me down. Every time I do that I promise myself not to do it again, but free sandwiches are my weakness I guess.
Barely broke 21 minutes for the final three miles – pretty pathetic, but thanks to the fast start I still had an OK Junction time of 40m23s. No socializing; JB turned around right away, Adam and Tim had gone down South Gate, I waited for Jeff and Mark and then we went down together. Didn’t see Nicole until back at her car… she only made it to the first ranch.
Sure would be nice to have some bigger groups.
Had trouble getting a group together today; people showing up at different times. Mark P and I met at the parking spot and we saw JB ride by so we followed him. Waited at the Gate for a while and Adam showed up. We were expecting Nicole and Jeff too but JB didn’t wait. Then a friend of Jeff’s showed up and introduced himself as Tim. So when Jeff finally did show up we all took off together but that didn’t last long.
Jeff and Mark stayed together, I hung on with Adam and Tim, who it turns out is an ex-pro who took a break from riding but is now back to racing Master 4’s. Adam and Tim had both raced Cat’s Hill Criterium last weekend so they were chatting about that while I was dragging my tongue trying to keep in their slipstream. We were really flying and zoomed past some other solo riders, but by the time we got near the bottom of the Bump I decided to back off (actually less of a decision than a capitulation).
So I rode the rest of the route by myself. I kept Adam and Tim in sight for a little while but by the Upper Washout they had a couple minutes on me. I was thinking I might be able to stay with them until we caught JB, but I didn’t have it. Then I started kicking myself for eating too much lunch (free sandwiches at vendor presentation) because I was getting that “I ate too much lunch” feeling and it was really slowing me down. Every time I do that I promise myself not to do it again, but free sandwiches are my weakness I guess.
Barely broke 21 minutes for the final three miles – pretty pathetic, but thanks to the fast start I still had an OK Junction time of 40m23s. No socializing; JB turned around right away, Adam and Tim had gone down South Gate, I waited for Jeff and Mark and then we went down together. Didn’t see Nicole until back at her car… she only made it to the first ranch.
Sure would be nice to have some bigger groups.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Diablo Junction - 23 miles
Well I was more than a little disappointed that the rain kept me from riding Wednesday night. My legs on Wednesday were fully recovered and I felt great, but there was a thunderstorm and I don’t do thunderstorm rides.
So this morning I still felt pretty good, but maybe like I’d lost some of that power boost that I got from the century last week. The road was still a little wet and it was a cool, arm-warmer kind of day. Rick, JB, and I started off right on time.
I checked the web for coverage of the Giro prologue but since it was such a late start (Italian time) that I didn’t find anything. Rick and I discussed tactics for riding a 1.1km prologue TT and we decided you should just think speed and not tactics.
Starting way down at Moss Landing I got out of the saddle and pedaled slow RPMs in a big gear because it felt good and it was fun and I imagined that there was some training benefit for doing so. I got a little ahead of the guys but I really wanted to stay close so we could have a sprint at the Junction maybe. Then just before the Bump, Rick asked me if I was going to stand the whole way up – and I thought I just might do that! But at the Bump I sat down and pedaled a slightly smaller gear.
Somewhere near the Upper Washout we lost JB – I think maybe he stopped to take off his rain jacket. Rick and I were still together at Big Shady Oak and he wondered if JB was going to chase us down, but I said “There will be no capture!”. Then after Chainbuster I figured I’d take a hard pull and see if Rick could stay with me… but he couldn’t. Junction time: 42minutes, Rick was about 45 seconds back. A few minutes later, JB showed up shouting “it’s a mad sprint for third!” and that was kind of funny - sprinting for last place.
Back home by 9:40 ! Wife and daughter liked that, they had some bossing around to do.
Well I was more than a little disappointed that the rain kept me from riding Wednesday night. My legs on Wednesday were fully recovered and I felt great, but there was a thunderstorm and I don’t do thunderstorm rides.
So this morning I still felt pretty good, but maybe like I’d lost some of that power boost that I got from the century last week. The road was still a little wet and it was a cool, arm-warmer kind of day. Rick, JB, and I started off right on time.
I checked the web for coverage of the Giro prologue but since it was such a late start (Italian time) that I didn’t find anything. Rick and I discussed tactics for riding a 1.1km prologue TT and we decided you should just think speed and not tactics.
Starting way down at Moss Landing I got out of the saddle and pedaled slow RPMs in a big gear because it felt good and it was fun and I imagined that there was some training benefit for doing so. I got a little ahead of the guys but I really wanted to stay close so we could have a sprint at the Junction maybe. Then just before the Bump, Rick asked me if I was going to stand the whole way up – and I thought I just might do that! But at the Bump I sat down and pedaled a slightly smaller gear.
Somewhere near the Upper Washout we lost JB – I think maybe he stopped to take off his rain jacket. Rick and I were still together at Big Shady Oak and he wondered if JB was going to chase us down, but I said “There will be no capture!”. Then after Chainbuster I figured I’d take a hard pull and see if Rick could stay with me… but he couldn’t. Junction time: 42minutes, Rick was about 45 seconds back. A few minutes later, JB showed up shouting “it’s a mad sprint for third!” and that was kind of funny - sprinting for last place.
Back home by 9:40 ! Wife and daughter liked that, they had some bossing around to do.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Tour de Cure for Diabetes, Napa Valley - 100 miles May 1, 2005
Mark P, Adam, and I made the trip up to Yountville together in my car. The weatherman forecasted scattered showers but the early morning skies were blue and clear and dotted with hot air balloons over the Valley floor.
We got to the start right on time and as we were unloading my car a guy came by begging for a tube – he had a flat tire and no spare at the beginning of a 100 mile ride, so if he didn’t get a tube he couldn’t even start. Adam and I both had two spares so we figured it was safe to give him a tube. Adam handed one over and the guy tried to pay him but we told him to “pay it forward”.
After check in we got a brief pep talk, thanking us for our fundraising efforts and then we were off at 7:05AM. There was the usual sorting out of the big bunch and we did some camaraderie riding with the other Team BC riders (at least 7 of us were doing the full century), but as we reached the north end of town, Adam said it was time to get serious so we put our heads down and worked it. Mark stayed back and looked for the pace he could maintain for a hundred miles - we didn't see him again.
We blew past the first rest stop at mile 10.
We caught and passed little groups of riders as we smoked our way up the west side of the Valley. We wondered how all these slower riders got so far ahead of us and figured they must have started early. We kept hearing rumors that there was a pack of hammerheads up front and we were hoping to catch them but we never did.
At the north end of the Valley there was a 1.5 mile climb and at the top is the Sonoma County line – with a sign and everything. I launched my sprint too early and Adam beat me by about 20 bike lengths.
There was a rest stop on the other side of the hill, then a 25 mile loop around Geyserville. We got into some excellent groups in here and we were riding FAST. I started to get some leg cramps though so I was careful not to push too hard since we still had 40 miles to go after we came back over the climb. Back at the same rest stop, we had covered 55 miles and it was only 10AM.
Then we hooked up with Diego. Diego was a friendly guy from Uruguay and he was dressed in a full Team Quickstep-Davitamon outfit including the gloves – could have been Tom Boonen himself. He rode some nice paceline but his pulls were shorter and slower than mine or Adam’s. As three though, we were faster than two so we kept him until we passed a slightly slower group and then he stayed with them. It was starting to get really warm.
We were coming down the east side of the Valley now and it was getting pretty windy and even warmer. At mile 88 there was a final rest stop that we could have skipped but we decided to top off our water bottles there. On the way out we caught a big group of pretty fast riders and I figured we’d just sit in with these guys for another 20 minutes and we’d be done. But Adam decided he wanted to be in the front of the group and when he moved up the outside some other guys thought he was making a move so they went after him and then Adam responded by counter attacking and then there were two groups and a big gap and I was in last wheel. So I unleashed my ponies, showed the back bunch a clean pair of heels and bridged up to the fast boys. This group was doing 28mph and after a couple miles I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer so I dropped back and Adam did too… just to keep me company.
At mile 96 the PhotoCrazy guy took this shot of us:
At the finish there were volunteers clapping and cheering for the riders and a nice après ride lunch. And yes! I met my very ambitious goal of a 5 hour (ride time) century! We finished about 5 minutes before 1 o’clock and met up with some other Team BC members that were on the shorter rides and posed for some marketing photos like this one:
So thank you to all my supporters, and best wishes to all of you who told me of your personal experience with diabetic friends and family. This ride was a lot of fun, but I never forgot its purpose or who made it possible.
Scott
Mark P, Adam, and I made the trip up to Yountville together in my car. The weatherman forecasted scattered showers but the early morning skies were blue and clear and dotted with hot air balloons over the Valley floor.
We got to the start right on time and as we were unloading my car a guy came by begging for a tube – he had a flat tire and no spare at the beginning of a 100 mile ride, so if he didn’t get a tube he couldn’t even start. Adam and I both had two spares so we figured it was safe to give him a tube. Adam handed one over and the guy tried to pay him but we told him to “pay it forward”.
After check in we got a brief pep talk, thanking us for our fundraising efforts and then we were off at 7:05AM. There was the usual sorting out of the big bunch and we did some camaraderie riding with the other Team BC riders (at least 7 of us were doing the full century), but as we reached the north end of town, Adam said it was time to get serious so we put our heads down and worked it. Mark stayed back and looked for the pace he could maintain for a hundred miles - we didn't see him again.
We blew past the first rest stop at mile 10.
We caught and passed little groups of riders as we smoked our way up the west side of the Valley. We wondered how all these slower riders got so far ahead of us and figured they must have started early. We kept hearing rumors that there was a pack of hammerheads up front and we were hoping to catch them but we never did.
At the north end of the Valley there was a 1.5 mile climb and at the top is the Sonoma County line – with a sign and everything. I launched my sprint too early and Adam beat me by about 20 bike lengths.
There was a rest stop on the other side of the hill, then a 25 mile loop around Geyserville. We got into some excellent groups in here and we were riding FAST. I started to get some leg cramps though so I was careful not to push too hard since we still had 40 miles to go after we came back over the climb. Back at the same rest stop, we had covered 55 miles and it was only 10AM.
Then we hooked up with Diego. Diego was a friendly guy from Uruguay and he was dressed in a full Team Quickstep-Davitamon outfit including the gloves – could have been Tom Boonen himself. He rode some nice paceline but his pulls were shorter and slower than mine or Adam’s. As three though, we were faster than two so we kept him until we passed a slightly slower group and then he stayed with them. It was starting to get really warm.
We were coming down the east side of the Valley now and it was getting pretty windy and even warmer. At mile 88 there was a final rest stop that we could have skipped but we decided to top off our water bottles there. On the way out we caught a big group of pretty fast riders and I figured we’d just sit in with these guys for another 20 minutes and we’d be done. But Adam decided he wanted to be in the front of the group and when he moved up the outside some other guys thought he was making a move so they went after him and then Adam responded by counter attacking and then there were two groups and a big gap and I was in last wheel. So I unleashed my ponies, showed the back bunch a clean pair of heels and bridged up to the fast boys. This group was doing 28mph and after a couple miles I knew I couldn’t hold on any longer so I dropped back and Adam did too… just to keep me company.
At mile 96 the PhotoCrazy guy took this shot of us:
At the finish there were volunteers clapping and cheering for the riders and a nice après ride lunch. And yes! I met my very ambitious goal of a 5 hour (ride time) century! We finished about 5 minutes before 1 o’clock and met up with some other Team BC members that were on the shorter rides and posed for some marketing photos like this one:
So thank you to all my supporters, and best wishes to all of you who told me of your personal experience with diabetic friends and family. This ride was a lot of fun, but I never forgot its purpose or who made it possible.
Scott
Sunday, May 01, 2005
I got my first hate mail!
Someone signed "Jessica" (no e-mail addy provided) wrote in my guestbook and was mad that I called Arthur Mijares a dumbass (which isn't exactly what I said, but I'll stipulate it was the sentiment. He's the guy who wants to rename Mt. Diablo because he finds the word offensive and he says the devil is a living person.
I accidentally deleted Jessica's guest book entry while I was trying to respond to it (dumbass me!) Anyway - if you want to write back Jessica, I'm here for intellectual debate. Arthur is welcome too - in fact I'll publish his written statement RIGHT HERE if he wants to send it to me.
I've heard from a source I sort of trust that Mr. Mijares is not the whacko that his action in this matter would make him out to be and I'm willing to believe that. In fact that source says he even rides a bike! Still though, if you do a google search on +Mijares +dumbass you get a link to my blog so maybe that's how "Jessica" found me.
Someone signed "Jessica" (no e-mail addy provided) wrote in my guestbook and was mad that I called Arthur Mijares a dumbass (which isn't exactly what I said, but I'll stipulate it was the sentiment. He's the guy who wants to rename Mt. Diablo because he finds the word offensive and he says the devil is a living person.
I accidentally deleted Jessica's guest book entry while I was trying to respond to it (dumbass me!) Anyway - if you want to write back Jessica, I'm here for intellectual debate. Arthur is welcome too - in fact I'll publish his written statement RIGHT HERE if he wants to send it to me.
I've heard from a source I sort of trust that Mr. Mijares is not the whacko that his action in this matter would make him out to be and I'm willing to believe that. In fact that source says he even rides a bike! Still though, if you do a google search on +Mijares +dumbass you get a link to my blog so maybe that's how "Jessica" found me.
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