|Courtesy of Christine's Strava account--seems like we did a real long ride when reported in metric speak|
|Living among deer and pine trees at 3,000'--seems like a good idea but not in retirement years; now a great 50 mile ride in the Gold Country,.|
Jeeze, currently can't even keep up with my 1/4 acre. One "benefit" of giving up doubles is I've probably done more gardening this year than in the last 9 combined. Actually "gardening" is using the worse loosely, I've been sawzalling away dead crap that I should have cut 5 years ago. So much so I had to buy 4 extra garbage cans and call the garbage company for three bonus "green days" so I can get rid of all the cuttings laying around the yard.
Speaking of gardening--as I had a dying hedge trimmer tried to buy one at Home Depot--a model they don't carry in the store but online. As most convenient for me to pick up at the store instead of missing deliveries at home, I tried to buy it and ship it to the store. Impossible. Dealing with Home Depot customer service was like a Kafka nightmare. I didn't want to ship to work unless I could preclude Saturday delivery--their response was the product would arrive in a range of dates--which of course included Saturday. Best of all they said they couldn't send it to my local store as its sold in some stores. When I asked what store stocks the hedge trimmer within 50 miles they just said "none." So I then asked "within 75 miles"---"none." I finally asked what is the closest store that has the hedge trimmer I want to buy----"GEORGIA." Nice--2500 miles away. Are they kidding me!.
Actually there may be a really nice resolution from the manufacturer which I'll write about in the future.
Otherwise doing a lot of planting in my backyard--low voltage lights, in yet another attempt to beat back the winter blues. I "love" right now that I get home or go up Mt Diablo in full sunlight--and in 45 minutes it is dark. And its just gonna get worse--a lot worse.
|My Manneken Pis is lit up much nicer than the one in Brussels, and as a result many tourists now visit my backyard (tourists courtesy of Duane Hansen)|
Unfortunately my training buddy and friend, Ward, is still laid up with a mystery ailment that all the "Kaiser Thrive" commercials can't cure. After kicking butt for half a year he's been off the bike for the last quarter with no change for the next. When I see Miguel Cabrara in the MLB playoffs with a groin strain or is it an abdominal strain, and he is limping around I think of Ward and how Miguel Cabrara is getting real medical treatment.
|Flag blowing strongly at the foot of Patterson Pass run in but the windmills in the distant hills are almost all still|
|The motor cross track and train trestle--civilization now ending for the next half hour.|
|Our two compatriots motor past the Summit Garage|
|Dr. Dave and Christine on the "freeway" to Patterson Pass--best cycling 12 miles in the Bay Area.|
|Dr. Dave enjoying his Patterson Pass--WWCHD--What would Chis Horner do?|
|Christine on upper Patterson Pass and the windmill valley below.|
|Christine reaches the top of Patterson Pass (Dr.D)|
|Before the big football kickoff--a quiet moment on top of Patterson Pass (CB)|
|Dr. Dave organizes a Stanford rally on the top of Patterson Pass.|
|Only deviants who wear white shoes after Labor Day allowed on this ride.|
Look ma--no wind
Back in suburbia we zig zag back to Collier Canyon where the wind is much more noticeable than any time on Patterson Pass. Trying to relive my long distance attack on a real hot day a few years back where some good club sprinters were too tired to chase until it was to late--I launched to the country line from long range, but Dr. Dave caught an got me at the line. We regrouped and riding a paceline when another solo rider silently went past (what the fuck happened to saying "hi-on your left"???.) I was going to be on good behavior but Dr. Dave riding strongly and as soon as Christine said "I guess not," Dave was off, caught up to the guy and then jumped past.
|Dr. Dave and Christine past the creaky windmill on Collier Canyon|
A big effort at mile 70--cool. Now an ez climb back to civilization and I lead the charge so guy on the road doesn't catch up. In the category that "all bad deeds go punished" and "you're getting fn old" my inner thigh suddenly seizes up--that never happens. (Actually it happened last year at this time of year when we did the Patterson pass climb twice.) I have to pull over, Dave and Christine pull over with me, and eventually guy passes us as I'm stretching on the road.
Stop at a new rest stop on the way back to get hydrated while Christine and Dave opine as to the reason for my cramp. Not trying to balloon up like I did during last years' playoffs, I've been on a strict diet this week--maybe I didn't take in enough of something. Anyway they pulled me back to Walnut Creek while Dave feigned that "too bad the leg cramps happened--otherwise he'd want to go up Mt. Diablo."
|Hey-who left the toilet seat up.|