|Mt Tam and San Quentin (far right)--most expensive real estate for a prison in America?|
So our alternative appealed to one other person--Christine.
The start at Lucas Valley Road was unsettling as customarily no wind at all in the morning--and a great tailwind upon the afternoon return. Today, however, there was a constant cold headwind. Christine, out of the Cisco Dave school, laughed at the thought of knee warmers though Dr. Dave and I were bundled up. Dr. Dave and I, out of the Blinky Ray school, brought front and rear lights to use later on Highway 1 with no shoulder, but in the Lucas Valley mist we turned it on early. Dr. Dave went for prime visibility--he had a new shiny red saddle (and also was test riding a 11 speed 11-32 which replaced his triple.)
I love the @12 miles up Lucas Valley with the moderate climb up to Big Rock and the descent among the redwoods to Nicasio--I flashed back to my last race here, now a touch over a year ago. Like the old people we are, Dr. Dave and I were bs'ing about health insurance--my work just offered my two dozen choices apart from Kasier. I'm getting dizzy reading about 72% of negotiated charges for a tier 2 provider after the deductible unless see the small print in footnote 87. One plan indicates different allowable charges and reimbursements for a preferred and non preferred ambulance. If I go with them I better put on my road ID what ambulance companies are allowed to transport me.
|Dr. Dave puzzles--his P-Phone tells him that Johan van Horneren is now leading the Vuelta.|
Dr Dave penned something funny in a group email earlier this week when I was nonplussed about the Vuelta:
Christine, Dave and I ride at around the same pace, so we had a nice rotating paceling going into the wind. Two small groups sped by and no thought of trying to join in. When we finally made a turn and some rollers began (first large controlled intersection in 15 miles) two guys sped by without saying anything but at a manageable pace, so we all hooked on behind them. The guy riding 2nd wheel looked like he was about to fall off his buddy's pace on every hill, but he hung in there spinning madly--so I sat in 3rd wheel. Right before the last big roller two other guys flew by our group, and I think that got the front riders dander up so he picked up the pace on the hill, #2 died so I jumped ahead and went with #1, and we passed the two guys wnho had just passed us. This was the only hi jinx all day.
|Retirement project in Pt. Reyes Station.|
|Who knew that adding a red seat would make Dr. Dave look faster. (Christine thinks its the pink ribbon engraved on the saddle)|
|Christine and Dave in Dogtown.|
Around Dogtown, about 80% of the way to Bolinas, the sun emerged. All of a sudden the bright vest and knee and arm warmers didn't seem like a good idea. Another bad idea was that Christine got to the front and started a nice pull. She had never been to Bolinas and didn't know that the twonfolks have a long history of tearing down any town markers/ directional signs posted on the main road. Sure enough, when Dave and I suddenly recognized the unmarked turnoff and slowed Christine was still hammering and suddenly way down the road. When Christine came back we filled her in on Bolinas's counterculture and isolationist history.
|David Jaap and his Burma artwork castings|
|Assorted pictures of our group in David's front yard with the magnificent entry gate and artwork.|
|At the end of the road--Bolinas|
|We each find the general store mural that speaks to us.|
|We're filled in about the history of the BOLINAS sign on the main road disappearing|
|Homage to Ward--Dr. Dave taking BO*GAS sign on his P-Phone|
|Any resemblance to Christine is purely coincidental|
|Bike path art in Bolinas|
|Dr. Dave wants to throw Christine in the lagoon after she noted that his new saddle is red and pink.|
|Dave and Christine zoom up the fun rollers on Highway 1.|