PT. Reyes Lighhouse Ride-A "Chico Century"-2010

(March 27, 2010) PT. REYES LIGHTHOUSE RIDE---First half of the ride photos going out to the lighhouse on Diablo Cyclist site http://public.fotki.com/DiabloCyclists/dc-photos-2010/pt-reyes-lighthouse/

91 miles, 5500' climbing, nothing serious but lots of Italian (too long to power over) rollers. Now is the time of year to go out to Pt. Reyes Lighthouse as:

1) weather better than in the summer when it is constantly foggy and wind blowing at 20mph+
2) now whales are passing Pt. Reyes Lighthouse (big fn deal-elephant seals at other end of park are a better animal attraction) which means more tourists, but....
3) cars are pulled off the narrow winding road to the Lighthouse this time of year, so the last @5 miles to the Lighthouse, where the road gets the most undulating through cattle guards around the historic cattle ranches is devoid of motor vehicles except for the occassional shuttle bus.
Ride statistics from Ward Industries. Any good photo on this page from Ward Industries, and crappy one PumpkinCycle took.

Only time Joe stopped was when he got excited about this spot for a group photo on the way back to civilization. (WI)

Sarah riding the rollers through the desolate cattle ranches with the Pacific (and NO cars) in the background (PC, WI)

Pelaton leaving the Pt. Reyes recreation area--this is so pretty it should be an oil painting. (WI, PC enhanced)

Leaving the Pt. Reyes Recreation area, regroup and to see if anyone wants an Oyster lunch. (PC)

Down the road another chance for Oysters. (PC)

Back in Pt Reyes Station, with Stephen only finding a banana, calling for oyster takeout--I think he's saying "do you deliver?" (PC)

Deja vu- Christine & Todd thinking they saw Pt Reyes Station earlier in the day. (?)

"Oh my god, I thought he retired, what's he doing in downtown Pt Reyes Station "--lady in shock in seeing great Belgium strongman Ludo Dierckxsens--only cyclist who could get away wearing a goofy trial helmet when not in a time trial and not look stupid. (WI)

Jack on the way to the Cheese Factory, dreaming of Velvetta. (WI)

Rest stop at the Cheese Factory--only added a few miles to the road but a nice climb. (PC)

Fine art at the cheese factory. (WI)

Todd doing a great job pulling the line around Nicasio--we're signing him up to help on a segment of the Mt. Tam Double race along the same roads (WI)

Only Bay Area St. Mary's that didn't lose in basketball last week. I'm going for Easter services before the crowd arrives. (WI)

Clint wasn't on this ride and Rusty and I not riding together late in the day, so the residents are safe. (WI)

Best thing about a 100 mile ride is taking off the fn cycling shoes and putting on the Bierkenstocks. (WI) Our new Diablo Cyclist team vehicle arrives. (WI)

Obamacare and Danville

Thank God For Danville to put health care in perspective!

Big surprise the other day—demonstration against Obamacare on one of the local freeway overpasses slowing traffic, and the protester pictured is from Danville. I'd have been pissed that my commute was once again slowed by the nuts, but it came at the end of a fun filled day listening to the radio filled with public opinion; some sane opinion on both sides of the debate occasionally punctured by comic relief when some would hysterically yell that “This is communistic.”
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Never mind that the federal government via the Veterans Administration provides direct medical care to veterans. Which conservative wants to end the VA?? At least we aren’t as communistic as when the government, though Public Health Service hospitals, provided direct medical care to Merchant Seamen. The first US Public Health Service Hospital started being communistic in 1798, under Premier John Adams. This foolishness ended under Saint Reagan in order to control federal spending and balanced the budget. Oh—neither happened but closing USPHS may have allowed for lower taxes on the good citizens of Danville.

Now, other opponents of Obamacare do point out that a government program will be costly and inefficient, and they are probably right. If the Anthem (lets raise premiums 30%) Blue Cross’ of the world provided affordable health insurance to young folks forced off of their parent's policy and to people with pre existing conditions, kept skyrocketing copays and drug prices in check, and offered policies that people could afford when they were out of work we wouldn’t need a government program. But they don’t, President Cheney had 8 years to correct the health insurance problem and he didn't, so this is the option we have.
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Now I pick on Danville as every time there is some wacky protest, a person from Danville is featured in the paper. This time its Monty of Danville. Last time, when Bill Ayers came to a local college to speak it was Rosanne of Danville, who was outraged by Ayers' selection as a speaker.

"I'm for free speech, but I'm not for a terrorist. The college is drifting from its values."

For those out of the area—the median income in Danville is 60% MORE than Beverly Hills, 25% more than Palo Alto's. They do have poverty in Danville, 2% (California as a whole 14%) so Monty and Rosanne may be from the underclass, and then I apologize to them for assuming they are from the leisure class.

If you can afford and can access the opulent heath providers around Danville, you don't need Obamacare.

Speaking of costs, I did see a staggering figure for this program, and it will probably wind up costing more. But then I took the $10 billion a month spent in Iraqi, multiplied it out, and the Bush-a-lie Iraqi boondoggle costs much more, which of course the good citizens of Danville don’t protest.


So I understand it must be hard to think there is a health crisis in this Country when you have your choice of cosmetic surgeons, and a tax increase to help other people get basic health care will cut into the fourth week in Paris.

Some of the rich citizens of Danville do some public service protesting against the important issues of the day. A few years ago they protested a youth baseball field (“Not in their backyard--Little League baseball practice field under fire for lack of permit, SFC August 28, 2007) Public vigilance is the price of liberty-or something like that. It must be shocking not having a president who just represents the rich.

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(Thanks to Ward Industries helping us photo healthcare facilities in Danville, and Calif---waii Mike, the closet progressive of Danville, for the tour of Blackhawk's Public Health Plastic Surgery Clinic, with the marble facade)

Davis 300km Brevet -Dat's 190 miles folks-2010

(March 20, 2010) Davis to Cobb Mountain & Back 300 km brevet, with, Dr. Dave and Jack. 7:00-7:31, 16,8 mph, 8,560' altitude

RANDOUNEER, BREVET-these strange sounding words constitute a small subset of the cycling world populated by a group that enjoy riding at night and sleep deprivation—who dream of qualifying to ride 745 miles around France. To do so they have to complete a series of 125, 185, 250 and 375 mile brevets with minimal support in the same year. There are certain rules the randoundeer’s follow, at night they need reflective ankle bands and a reflective school crossing sash, tail light CAN’T blink, and they can only use a Brooks Saddle (I might have made the last one up but am not sure.)

I did the 300km (185 mile) brevet with Don and California Mike a few years back when they qualified to ride around France at night. Compared to some “official” doubles, it brevet is a great ride—an out an back on the best part of the Davis Double, supported better than many doubles offered in the Southland, more climbing, and about a third of the price. The first and last 30 miles are a flat tour of the ag land around Davis, 55 of the middle miles are rollers through the Pope Valley (much faster heading north than on the return,) and 20 miles of up (and down) hill leaving Davis to the Pope Valley via the Cardiac Climb and later a very serious Cobb Mountain climb.

When I did this brevet the first time I overpacked—not realizing that “self supported” to the wonderful Davis bike club meant three well stocked rest stops along the way and ample places to stragetically stop another three times (6 rest stops on this route would be perfect.) And while 10% of the crowd were on bikes with huge saddle/ handlebar bags that looked like they were going cross county on a mule—you really didn’t need to 'pack the camping gear.' But I figured it was supposed to be a brevet, and a heavier bike would be good training for the Alta Alpina Double, so I :

-Took my steel bike with rack and heavy wheels (+5 lbs over ti bike w race wheels)
-Added a brevet bag filled with lights, food, drink mix, extra tube/ CO2 (+2 lbs)
-Added extra water bottle (+2 lbs) (Had choice of putting camera holder, new water bottle bike stereo or water bottle in handelbar cage.)

I’m glad I got the training in with the heavy setup and once again its apparent that Mr. Rivendell is full of crap when he writes that bike weight doesn’t matter, as the heavy bike is like accelerating a truck. (But to give Mr. Rivendell his due—the bike rack I use was invented by them, they have good products but the leader has a strange attitude.)

So my setup was 9 pounds more than my usual doubles setup, not counting the cool weather clothes I started with. Of course whatever I took paled in comparison with Dr. Dave lugging his recumbent and steamer trunk over the climbs.
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Jack and Dr. Dave, the other two dedicated double nuts in my Diablo Cyclist bonus mile group, were in, though Dave had hurt himself last week on our 120 miler and might not go up Cobb Mountain on the ‘bent. Unfortunately other folks in our bonus mile group had been dropping like flies last week and passed on this event when I had hoped we'd have a small crowd.

Nature break at Lake Solano after 30 miles, many in Group 3 had the same idea.

The start has 75-100 people, which was about ¼ of what it is in a P-B-P qualifying year. Last week, when we started in 37 degrees, I wished for 15 more—this week I did get about half of what I wanted. Around 45, though in the fields around Davis it definitely dipped down—san toe warmers, heavy gloves, and wool socks of last week my extremities were colder. Mass start at 7:00 that took awhile to sort out. Not a timed double so no intent to hammer the ride but chance we could finish right at sundown if we hustled—two years ago we had about 3/4 hour of night riding, but that was with Mike having tire trouble, and Jack wouldn’t let us take many impromptu rest stops like Don had.

So being attentive, every time a subgroup on the road started backing up, I made a leap forward to the next subgroup. We could have worked hard at the beginning to latch on to the first group out, but the second was going at a nice 20-21 mph clip driven by two tandems. Eventually we settled into a 19mph pace and I was sure the 3rd group on the road would catch up to us, but looking back you couldn’t see anyone. Riding at 19mph without doing any pulling was nice and easy, but not doing any work didn’t help the frostbite settling in.

After a dozen miles Dave pulled off to water the local agriculture, but being on the ‘bent and with the road perfectly flat, he’d easily get back to us. Jack and I decided we’d wait until Lake Solano Park at mile 30 to stop and use park facilities, which might have been a mistake as the park bathrooms are well off the road—but after taking care of business and downing some food, a large part of the 3rd group pulled in with the same idea.

Upon leaving the rollers we started the lead in to the Cardiac Climb where we passed a few solo riders—the earlier pack riding usually breaks up here on the Davis Double. Luckily this section was definitely warmer. But no Dr. Dave—who we expected to see after any turn thought we had stopped at Lake Solano for minimally 10 minutes. We keep going and near the top if the climb is Dr. Dave leading a group of riders on wedge bikes up the hill. I had to take off the full fingered gloves and dig out the camera to get this shot—and as we wouldn’t stop I had to ride gloveless for another 25 miles to the first rest stop/ control, but it was worth it.

Up Cardiac Dr. Dave mano-a-mano with a brevet rider. Oh Bikeland Guy, check out the 'bent leading the riders over the same climb featured on the Davis Double.

Jack starting the Pope Valley section looking for some good background scenery.

At 1st rest stop at mile 60--Pope Valley. (above) Lori who we met in Sacramento, and Mr Lori, would later be pulling us on their tandem. (below) Campy Guy took two photos that almost form an Edward Hopper panorama together, (A) Dr Dave is staring at his recumbent, (B) I'm waiting in the food line in my resplendent tye-die triple crown jersey, (C) Jack in the background getting water (though his bike in the foreground) and (D) right behind Jack's bike is my hero, winner of Paris Roubaiux 2001 Servais Knaven (Campy Only photo)
Soon onto Pope Valley, with gentle rollers with lots of Vineyards off to the side. We stayed together well on this section—later Dr. Dave would have trouble as the rollers become steeper once in Lake County. Only mishap was when Jack forgot the Davis Double route and made a wrong turn—we quickly corrected and went back on the correct “back road” which is a crappy fast road with lots of hairpins—later I suffered on this, when it is crappy slow, on the way back.

We steamed into Pope Valley Control/ Rest Stop (mile 60, 10:52.) Funny pulling in and only a dozen cyclists around—and this would be the most crowded a rest stop would be qat all day. Fresh sandwiches being made, Hammer Products being offered. There a woman who I rode with on Sacto Doug’s Grand Fondue, Lori, recognized me—more for the doubles tye-dye jersey she had heard about from Doug than anything else. Later her tandem would save our butts near the end of the ride when I was half dead.

Dave found the good background in Pope Valley.

So did Jack...

Not to be outdone Dave found the wildflowers...

and shiny metallic objects that glisten like diamonds in the light...

Now a little bit more of Napa Country mini rollers into Lake County serious rollers, where at first we’d slow to keep pace with Dr. Dave on the climbs, but he’d shoot off on the downhill so I soon wouldn’t wait—and this is where our group broke up with Jack and I riding together and leaving Dave far behind until he rocketed past us. Approaching Middletown we came across solo Benicia Cycling Club member, Jake, who lamented the fact that no one from his club was doing this ride. Ironically, two years ago we finished Auburn together, which he remembered well, and for the rest of the day he’d ride with us or we’d keep passing each other. He had an interesting saddlebag with outside U rings that you could tie a jacket to instead of “mushing” it in one’s jersey.

Jake thinking that other Benecia Bike club members could buy a cool saddlebag like this if they joined him up Cobb Mountain.

Dave was feeling well so he said he’d go up Cobb Mountain—which kind of presented a problem. Cobb Mountain is only 8 miles—but there is only one relief section and it goes from steep to very steep (as cars continually whiz by.) Dave is one of the best recumbent climbers in CA but he can’t put any speed on steep climbs (imagine climbing WITHOUT being able to stand), and if we started together he’d feel rushed. Additionally, I hate being bundled and warm on a climb. So in the same driveway that I think Don “turned his wheel” on the fixed a few Davis Doubles ago, I stopped to take off woolen tee shirt, sock liners, knee warmers, arm warmers and ate a Shot Block. Was perfect, I only caught back to Dave 3/4ers up the climb and I felt great and Dave relaxed.

Cobb Mountain rest stop (mile 95, at 1:20) is one of the great rest stops, picturesque and well off the beaten path. More fresh sandwiches, fruit, Hammer products including Rice Krispie Treats (which I stupidly didn’t take) If there was a lounge chair I could easily call it a day and take a good nap here. Vest back on and back downhill, where we saw about as many riders still coming up as we had seen descending when we were climbing---we were truly in the middle of the ride. Jack submitting is music requests to Lee Mitchell who pipes out tunes when he passed. I think Lee is saying "No Doors for YOU!"

Nice back to Pope Valley again, with Jake joining us, over the same steep rollers I like and Dave—not so much. Mile 122, 3:14, and the place wasn’t hoping at all. I made a strong concentration of Perpetuem, put the tee shirt back on (which I’d alternatively regret and be thankfully for the rest of the ride as I kept getting alternatively hot and cold.)

I had another half ham ONLY (no mustard, mayo, pickles, onions, cheese……) sandwich. @590g carbs and 67g protein for 8 ¼ ride. At 50 carbs and hour I was fine, but my protein was a deficient (425/4=106g) For whatever reason I’d start feeling low on energy for the rest of the ride.

The DC boys have their reflective ankle bands on. Ok, so I don't have the club jersey on but I'm the only one wearing club shorts.

The fast gentle rollers from this morning were now much slower in parts as the road went gently up and I had nothing to keep speed going on them. When we hit the crappy desolate section I started imagining little things that were wrong—like I wasn’t clipped in properly and then couldn’t reclip in—so much so Jack and Dave came back to see where I was.

Jake had left Pope Valley before us and we caught him on the Cardiac climb, which I was happy to be on as I felt best climbing. He pulled off at one point and we continued on, where we pulled into Lake Solano campgrounds for water and to put back on warmer clothes and lights. Jake didn’t know we stopped so he rode his heart out trying to get back to us when we were behind him (a frequent occurrence on a Diablo Cyclists ride.) At Lake Solano peacock’s were wailing away—more things to now bug the shit out of me. Michael Vick should get some of these.

Though it was now cooler and we were back on the flats I was baking and had to pull off the vest. I kept hearing P-R 2001 in my head, but instead of inspiring I’d just hear “Knaven is now in trouble….Knaven is now in trouble.” Dave and Jack doing all of the pulling and I was hanging on for dear life thinking—ok just 30 miles to go, just 30 miles to go, Knaven is now in trouble.

With about 20 miles to go Lori on tandem shot by with a few single riders and Jack and Dave jumped right on—shit, I didn’t have any choice. Tandem was doing a nice 21 clip which I barely held when Dave volunteered to give them a break and went to the front and we were quickly doing 23. Next time Dave said he’d go back to the front to help out I yelled at him to stay where he was.

We came up to Jake who was trying to catch our nonexistent selves in front of him. Good timing as the tandem was out of water and with 10 miles to go they and their group pulled off and we continued on. Jack and I so happy to finally see a climb—even if it was a highway overpass. This climb must have thrown Dave as he promptly took a wrong turn—so I’m not even the Club leader in getting lost. Dave took a nicely paced pull and then Jake took over—and with the sun just setting we pulled into the finish at 7:31.

Sign in that we finished—no dinner—but not any different than a Planet Ulta double. Jack always has a big appitite when these finish, while I can barely eat, so he quickly found a taqueria across the highway where he had the Grande burrito and I had a baby taco.

Good training ride, good weather for most of the day (two days before winds of 20mph with gusts of 35mph all afternoon in Davis.) Next year should be more exciting with a large group of P-B-P qualifiers and hopefully we can get a bigger group from our Club.