Life goes by at just the right speed on a bike

I was reminded of one of my signature lines by Ueyn earlier today… that life goes by at just the right speed on a bike. You smell breakfast cooking, you see wildlife (small bunnies, snakes, bobcats) that you’d never notice in a car. Perhaps, as I’m riding more slowly on the initial climbs these days, that means I’ll notice even more! Perhaps. Or, more likely, I’ll become preoccupied with my plight, wishing I was faster.

This morning we had new-guy Nick (who claimed he’d have issues getting up the hill under 30 minutes yet dropped me like a rock), Jan, Eric, Todd & Kevin. Up through the park (which has become the norm for Thursdays), and it’s great to see Eric doing so much better this year than last. Perhaps next year will be my claim to fame! But for now, I’m happy that I still do well on longer rides, those over 40 miles. Maybe I just need a really long warm-up.

First time for Tues/Thurs ride- descending Old LaHonda

It was a Tuesday/Thursday ride indistinguishable from most, for the most part. Large group, with Kevin, Kevin, Keith, Zack, Karen, Jan, John, George, Todd, and even a guest appearance by Patrick, our Redwood City service manager, who joined us mid-way. Missing were Karl (is he playing Chess again?), Eric, and Marcus (presently riding in Ireland, according to his Strava reports).

We started out pretty easy on Kings but things got serious before the first hairpin (the one over the creek, about 5-6 minutes into the climb), and that was pretty much the last I saw of most everyone. I could have kept up longer were it not for my determination to ride the entire way up the climb remaining in the saddle, which has not been my “style” of climbing for quite some time. Very hard on the hamstrings, but figured that which doesn’t kill me makes me stronger, plus if I can do more climbing in the saddle instead of standing up, I can get better ride videos (there’s a lot of rocking from side to side when I stand).

Kevin (not the pilot) got to the top in the elite group of Zack, Keith & George, and had a new best time of 24:50. Me? Almost 4 minutes later. So much later that Keith came back down the hill looking for me. I remember, way way way back in the day, when it used to be me doing that, keeping track of everyone on the ride by frequently turning around and riding back down the hill a bit before heading back up.

Passing through Sky Londa we noticed road work on 84 east (the descent into Woodside), so we made the unusual decision to ride down the east side of Old LaHonda. Thankfully not a single car was heading up the road, just a pair of bikes, so it was almost but not quite fun heading down (not quite fun because you never knew what to expect around each corner; if you knew it was clear, you could really have some fun on that descent!). You can see what it’s like below-

Rest assured no Strava KOMs were in jeopardy on the descent this morning!

Bonny Doon was Kevin’s idea, not mine!

Mid 60s-70s, light winds, not much traffic. What’s not to like? A great day for a bike ride!


With the trip to France coming up in just over two weeks, and no recent semi-epic rides to speak of, it was time to go big. And going big without driving somewhere means it’s time to do the classic Santa Cruz run, 112 miles of hills, flat stuff, rollers and hopefully tail winds on the coast. That was the plan, so that’s what we did. Mostly.

As usual, the first order of business is Old LaHonda, which Kevin dispatched in just under 20 minutes, while I arrived just over two minutes later. I’m getting used to that. But I’m also getting used to getting stronger later in the ride, so it wasn’t too surprising that we were fairly equally-matched on the run up Haskins to Pescadero.

Mandatory refueling stop at Davenport’s Whaler Cafe. Remember they do not take credit cards, cash only.

The run down the coast was far more pleasant than last time (when we had pretty stiff headwinds from Pescadero to Santa Cruz); even the traffic was lighter, despite this being officially “summer” (perhaps the moderate temps kept people away?). Perhaps we arrived in Davenport feeling too good, too fresh, because Kevin thought we should ride up Bonny Doon, a much tougher route than the run down the coast to Santa Cruz. Ouch. It’s not just the nasty initial climb to Bonny Doon, but the subsequent climbs and rollers that take you to Empire Grade and the eventual descent (via Jamison Creek) to Boulder Creek. It didn’t disappoint. It was just as steep and nasty as I’d remembered.

Next up? China Grade. You cross the Bridge of Death at the bottom and for the next 10-15 minutes, you’re out of the saddle, trying to keep your front wheel on the ground and your rear wheel from slipping on either loose pavement or the occasional water seepage on the road. I did fine keeping up with Kevin here too. After China Grade it’s a bumpy climb and descent to highway 9 at Waterman Gap, and then a fairly easy grade up to Skyline and Mr. Mustard, where an ice-cold drink (Coke for Kevin, Squirt for me) awaits. Kevin was definitely ready for a break, as he’d had three seizures on the ride, the final one on the highway 9 climb to Skyline (and that one left him with a bit of a headache). Fortunately, he’d had warning for all three of them, so he was able to come to a stop and lie down before each hit.

No drama on the run north on Skyline, and we arrived home about 8 hours after we left, feeling pretty good, and pretty tired. Just as we had hoped.

A typical Tuesday or Thursday’s biking log

  • 6:55am- The alarm goes off. Actual not the alarm, but whatever the radio defaults to after a power outage. AM 600, where there is no station at all really, just some static. As I get out of bed, Jack, our psycho Welsh Corgi, gets very excited because he knows it’s time to wake up Kevin, which involves a required ritual… Jack has to run from the end of the hallway and jump onto Kevin’s door, kicking it open. Very important that Kevin’s door can be pushed open or else we’ll have one very damaged Corgi!

The next 30 minutes are devoted to getting Cytomax bottles ready, Kevin taking his epilepsy meds, coffee and something to eat (I generally don’t eat before a morning ride unless it’s over 50 miles), inflating tires, putting the Garmins on the bikes, etc.

  • 7:30 the garage door rolls up and Kevin and I roll out to the ride.
  • 7:40-7:43am we arrive at the start of the Tuesday/Thursday-morning ride, exchange plesantries with the others who show up and wait until the Garmin says it’s-
  • 7:45 at which we leave promptly. If someone’s late, they chase.
  • 7:54 and we’re starting up Kings.
  • 8:24 the last of us have arrived at the top. Usually, that’s me.
  • 8:38 Skyline sprint at Sky Londa
  • 8:50 Starting up west-side Old LaHonda
  • 9:02 Arrive at Skyline, head north to Sky Londa
  • 9:05 Start 84 descent into Woodside
  • 9:11 Arrive at bottom of 84; some make the right turn here to head back towards Palo Alto while the rest of us continue back to the start
  • 9:18am Back at the start; leisurely pace north on Canada, then back home via Jefferson
  • 9:31 Time for a shower!
  • 10:25 Strap on the 14 pound backpack for a quick downhill 3 mile ride to work
  • 10:34 Arrive at work in time to get things ready to open at 11am
  • 7:30pm (approximate) Strap on 14 pound backback for the not-so-quick 3 mile ride home, which includes climbing 400 feet at the end.
  • 7:45pm (approximate) arrive home completely out-of-breath because no matter how much I say I’m going to ride easy going home, it never happens because that’s apparently not who I am.

Good ride for Kevin, better day for me at the shop

Big group this morning, too many to count again. Not a great day for me on the hill, not quite getting under 28, but Kevin once again got just over 25 on Kings, his only disappointment coming towards the end of the ride when he got cut off in the sprint by Keith, which upset Kevin but y’know, you can’t position yourself where he did and not expect that to happen from time to time. The lead guy doesn’t know what’s going on behind, it’s not a straight road, and there’s no official hanging out to make sure you hold a straight line during the final 200 meters.

But what made the day worthwhile for me came much later, when I got to help someone master clipless pedals, someone who’d been having some real problems with them. She thought I’d be putting her in a trainer to master them, but that’s not my style; I think teaching someone clipless pedals in a trainer actually works against them in the real world because the real world doesn’t have you attached to a bike that can’t tip over! So instead I take them out to our parking lot and have them stand over the bike, first clip in one foot, clip it out, do that a couple times, and then switch to the other and do the same, all while one foot is on the ground.

Once they’ve mastered that, it’s all about explaining to them that nothing need be rushed; you start out with one foot clipped in, and you’ve got plenty of time to get the other one in. And most important, unclip a foot well before you come to a stop.

Simple. And in doing this many hundreds of times, I think there’s only been a single person, ever, that I decided clipless pedals weren’t for them. And I’ve dealt with many who were convinced it just wouldn’t work out for them, but it did. This is one of those few things that I can confidently tell people I’m really, really good at.

And by the way,my customer was 70 years old. And going strong!

Do snakes rattle your nerves? The joys of warm-weather riding!

About a third of the way up Old LaHonda Kevin spotted this guy, at first hiding at the edge of the road before deciding to come out and show some skin. Skin and a bit of tail which might sound like a male fantasy but probably not in this case. This guy was the right size and, I think, coloring, for a rattlesnake, and pretty sure I saw a rattle at the end of the tail (you can barely make out the appearance of the rattle in the inset). That plus a little bit of aggressiveness as he raised his head about a foot off the ground. Not your typical gopher snake behaviour, but rattlesnakes typically have a wider head.

Click on image for closer shot of the snake’s head, to help identify as either Gopher or Rattlesnake (looks more like a Gopher Snake head under closer inspection)

The original plan went to pieces when Kevin developed quite a nasty headache prior to the ride (a “cluster” headache I’m told it’s called), but, somewhat against his wishes, I did get him out on the road. He was giving me the silent treatment until we got about a third of the way up Old LaHonda when he yells to me, “Did you see the snake?” No, I hadn’t seen it, but he circled back to show me where it was (although between the time he’d seen it and then went back to find it, the snake had literally holed itself up in a hole in the embankment, but eventually came back out to find out what was going on).

This guy was pretty big, and pretty mobile. The warm weather gets them moving faster, but also a bit more aggressive, so that, once settled into the drainage area along the side of the road, he lifted his head up about a foot or so, definitely trying to strike a threatening pose. Normally, I remove snakes from the roadway so they don’t get run over, but thankfully this guy wasn’t in the road (close though) and besides, I’m not going to play around much with what might be a good-sized rattlesnake. So instead we stayed around for a bit, warning anyone riding up the hill to stay to the other side of the road (since this guy was easily within striking distance of an uphill cyclists’ legs). Check this out for a prior ride where we came across a no-question-about-it rattlesnake.

Eventually we moved on, heading over the top of Old LaHonda and down the other side to San Gregorio. The original plan had been to head to Pescadero and return via West Alpine, but that wasn’t going to happen, not with Kevin still feeling a bit under the weather, so instead we went north to Los Lobitos, took in that nasty steep section and then looped back to Tunitas.

Only 47 miles with about 5100ft of climbing, but still a nice ride, and enough to keep my weight about two pounds below where it was last year.

I could have told him… don’t pull James to the line…

Big group this morning; 12 I’m told, and now way am I going to get everbody in. New guy Steve (friend of Ludo, who was also on the ride), Kevin, Kevin, Eric, Jan, Marcu, Todd, James… see, I’ve run out already!

A bit cooler than Tuesday so leg warmers were appreciated, at least once we hit the fog on the west-84 side. Since it was Thursday we rode up through the park, nothing new there, up Kings, nothing new there either (maybe I would have had more to talk about if I was actually riding with people instead of way behind?). I did manage to keep from getting dropped on the run across Skyline at least!

West-side Old LaHonda’s new surface remains glue-like, making progress seem more sluggish than normal. Or maybe that’s just us? Quite a number of small bunnies today, maybe thinking it was safe to come out with low overcast (cutting down on visibility from hawks). Nothing big like we saw the other day at Arastradero!

At the end, Kevin (my son, not the pilot) took the lead on Manuella, towing James behind. I thought, briefly, to ask Kevin why he was doing that, but figured no way better to learn than direct experience. And that he got, as James came around him pretty easily to take the final sprint. Me? Just barely within range to see what happened. Better than not being there at all!

Lance Armstrong vs The World… USADA’s turn to bat

Lance Armstrong in 2005, his 7th & final TdF win, leading Floyd Landis, Jan Ullrich and Ivan Basso over the Aubisque. All but Lance have been sanctioned for doping. Is it realistic Lance could have competed clean? That’s the question of the day.

In the never-ending saga of Lance Armstrong and doping, a story in which truth is not just elusive but likely not recognizable due to the lack of credibility of various “witnesses”, we are seeing perhaps the final contestant up to bat against Lance Armstrong.

From the article in the Washington Post-

USADA’s letter, dated June 12, alleges that Armstrong and five former cycling team associates — three doctors including Italian physician Michele Ferrari, one trainer and team manager Johan Bruyneel— engaged in a massive doping conspiracy from 1998 to 2011, and that “the witnesses to the conduct described in this letter include more than ten (10) cyclists .?.?.”

And so it continues. Interesting timing (isn’t it always?), just prior to the “big event”… in this case, the Ironman in Nice in 11 days. Pretty darned close to the schedule that was kept prior to various TdF revelations.

Will anything come from this? Who knows. If there was strongly-damnable evidence, why didn’t it come out in the prior proceding? And if there was such evidence, why didn’t Lance chose to retire instead of continue with a “bring it on” attitude by going after the Ironman titles?

Really surprising is that USADA puts stock in the so-called (by Tyler Hamilton) ”positive” Tour de Suiss EPO test from 2001, which did not show indications strong enough to be seen as a positive at that time; the tests then available were far more susceptible to a false positive than later tests, so the threshold for a sanctionable indication of doping was higher than shown by Lance’s sample. To say that the sample showed evidence of possible doping did not then and should not now merit a sanction. Testing today would tell the truth, but there are no samples from that event to test. Very weak evidence to bring to the party.

There may in fact be far better evidence of systematic doping that will come out. But as yet, they’ve claimed to have it, but have given no details. Could be a big surprise down the road. Or not. Ultimately, it will be George Hincapie’s testimony, if in fact he gave any, that will be the evidence that decides if this ship sinks or floats. George is the only player that nearly everyone believes will tell the truth.

In the meantime, USADA has not just thrown down the gauntlet, but also, because rules governing road and triathlon events forbid participation by an athlete under investigation, they have exacted a huge penalty well ahead of any judgement. Well played on USADA’s part. It will be interesting to see how Lance’s legal team reacts.

5 seconds = 1 minute? Ask Kevin. He understands.

Not too much to say about this morning’s ride beyond 25:04. No, that’s not my time (although there are days when it could be my time up Old LaHonda!). That was Kevin’s time today, up Kings. 25:04, verified by Todd, who was right behind him and clocked 25:05. I wasn’t around to see it; I arrive a good two and half minutes later. Right now I’m fine with 27-something. But Kevin? He now understand what it means to play the ride back in your head, looking for that 5 seconds you wasted somewhere along the way, 5 seconds that would have translated into a full minute in terms of respectability. Becaues 25:04? That’s a 25 minute time up Kings. 24-anything? That’s a 24 minute time.

Nothing else about the ride really mattered, at least not to Kevin. How fast can he get? I don’t know. He’s not going to get down to my 21:15 from the way-back days (and by that I mean when we still had oil-fired lamps in our homes and rotary phones… well, rotary phones anyway!). He’s not quite built for that, but pretty sure he can eventually get down to 23-something. Not bad considering his first time under 30 minutes was almost exactly a year ago.

One hot ride today! 65 very tough miles. 95 degrees.

90, 95 degrees, who's counting?

What better way to prepare for the heat we’re likely to encounter in France than riding up Page Mill Road when it’s 90-95 degrees? Making it especially tough is having Page Mill as the first hill of the day. That’s one mean way to start a ride. Page Mill is one of those hills it’s really tough to get a rhythm on; that bottom section starting just past the golf course/country club turnoff is just plain ugly, and it’s not until you get past Foothill Park that you can really get a handle on it. And that handle is pretty darned slippery, especially between park gates 3 & 4, where it’s gut-wrenchingly steep and you’re thinking why didn’t you go up Old LaHonda instead, an easier grade with lots of shade?

Adding insult to injury is Strava claiming I got a personal best on the climb, at 47 minutes. Umm… no. It wasn’t that long ago I did it in 44, and my son probably could have closed in on that time today too, except that he was being relatively-civil and stayed with me all the way up. OK, it seemed like it wasn’t that long ago, but since I loaded the last three years worth of data from my Garmin into Strava, maybe it was longer ago than I thought!

A beautiful day on West Alpine

We wasted no time heading down West Alpine for another date with Haskins Grade, a climb that Kevin claims to hate but is getting much better at, getting his own personal best today at 9:52 despite not climbing it for time. At least not until the last half mile or so when he noticed his time was pretty good and rode the rest hard. Funny how that works.

I’d like to say it was a fun run out to Pescadero, but not really; the stiff headwind and heat made it pretty tough. The upside? It’s rare that a cold Coke tastes as good as it did today!

Heading north on Stage we once again faced a headwind, yet did pretty good times up the two hills, primarily because motivation was provided by rabbits (cyclists ahead of us). Speaking of rabbits, I should have mentioned we had earlier seen a rabbit the size of a small deer as we rode Arastradero between Alpine and Page Mill. It was seriously huge!

The lower and middle sections of Page Mill proved to be Kevin’s undoing; we’d normally climb Tunitas in 45 minutes or so, but he was barely able to turn the pedals for a while. He can out-climb me dramatically on the first couple big hills of the day, but eventually he wears out and I keep on going. He did a miraculous recovery when the steep stuff ended though, charging the rest of the way at a pretty respectable pace.

In the end a tough ride with the unexpectedly-high temps causing a pretty significant weight loss (6.5 pounds for me) due to not drinking enough, even though I tried. Maybe I did drink enough and I burned 6.5 pounds of fat? Don’t I wish!