Kevin’s back

Kevin doesn’t seem to suffer from being off the bike quite as much as I do. Nor does he seem to suffer on the bike quite as much as I do! But seriously, I thought I’d have a window, maybe a very small window, where I’d have the upper hand on him after his recent surgery and 10 forced days off the bike.

Kevin himself thought he’d be needing to take it easy, and resisted any routing that would take us “over the top” of Skyline (requiring a ride back over the hill to get home, meaning no easy way to bail out), so I came up with the idea of an “easy” ride up Old LaHonda, then south on Skyline to Page Mill, down Page Mill & Moody and then ride through the foothills to our Los Altos store and then return home.

Of course, Kevin’s “easy” ride up Old LaHonda was 23 minutes, just a minute or two faster than the best I can manage these days! And up on Skyline, he wanted to take off after the guy who passed up, only to turn his head a minute later and see that I was drifting rapidly back. Sigh.

I did have the upper hand on the return though; Kevin began to wear down pretty quickly on the flats and rollers, and by the time we got home, he was figuring our 47 mile “easy” ride was maybe 10 miles too long.

Deer me!

It started last night in my front yard…

About 10pm last night we hear a noise outside the family room window; my wife recognized it instantly as yet another deer that’s munching on apples that have fallen from a tree. Not all that timid, it hung around long enough for me to get the photo you see. More to come, as it turned out.

Heading up Kings to the mid-point hairpin

This morning’s ride started in the fog, a bit mentally, but foggy in a very real sense for the first half of Kings. Since it’s a Thursday we rode up through the park, at a reasonably-civilized pace (defined as any pace that doesn’t drop me like a rock). An interesting observation about the through-the-park route… the ranger was doing a great job getting that bottom gate open prior to our arrival up until the beginning of summer, and since then, we’ve had to squeeze our way through the gate’s bars. Are we supposed to be providing someone a wake-up call?

We weren’t the only bikes on Kings this morning

I was content to have climbed Kings through the park just under 30, especially since I was using brand new shoes and probably have to make some minor tweaks to the seat height (the new Bontragers have a lower profile than my Sidis), and yes, it’s possible that using the inhaler is helping my lungs a bit. Still breathe a lot more than the rest of the guys, but less wheezing at the end of each breath.

There was a sign up on Skyline actually warning cyclists (specifically!) about road construction & gravel, and suggesting a different route, but we ignored it and continued on, fortunately without incident. They’re doing a lot of roadwork up on Skyline, and on the side roads as well, but today, our path was clear.

The pace deer on West-side Old LaHonda

The obligatory view of the coast from West Old LaHonda

Another group at the top of Old LaHonda, including Monica, a very long-time Chain Reaction customer (and very nice person too) (like all of our customers, of course!)

West-side Old LaHonda went pretty well for me; I wasn’t dropped after the halfway point, and decided to try and hang on for dear (deer?) life to whatever wheel was in front of me. But before we got to the steeper section we came across a very small fawn (deer) running literally right in front of us, obviously separated from mom and scared. We slowed down, eventually nearly stopping, giving it a chance to figure out what to do. Could be that a deer taking its time to figure out what to do is no different from a deer acting on instinct; bad news either way. In this case the little guy went straight up the side and then, after we’d passed, came crashing back down to the road behind us.

You can ride the same roads hundreds and hundreds of times, and there will always be something unique and different. Sometimes you have to look for it; today, it was as plain as a deer caught in your headlights.

The Kings Sub-27 Monkey


Normally, I’d use Strava to tell the story. Not today, because Strava doesn’t always get the climb exactly right. And today, it needed to be exactly right. Because, at 26 minutes, 56.17 seconds, there just wasn’t room for the slightest error in establishing my time up Kings. And in fact, Strava says exactly 27 minutes, 0 seconds. The difference between the two? Let’s just say there’s a lot less internal respect for a 27-anything time than 26-something. And this morning, it was 26-something. The sub-27 monkey is finally off my back.

It’s been a year since I’ve had a sub-27 time up Kings. A year in which I was beginning to doubt that I could get into the 26-range again, which wouldn’t be a good thing in terms of that age/mortality thing. A year in which I was beginning to think that maybe it’s a zero-sum world, meaning that, if Kevin was going to keep getting faster, it meant someone else (me!) was going to be going slower. But I’ve put those concerns to rest, for the time being. By 3.83 seconds. Nearly an eternity. The YouTube piece below will help put this into perspective. –Mike–

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwnAspbudrw&t=8m14s

Let’s hope the 49ers have a GREAT season- it’s good for Sunday rides!

It was like the old days, when the 49ers were the best in the league. You wait until the game starts, and the roads are deserted! And that’s how it was during today’s 49er-Green Bay Packers game. Few people on the road (cars or even bikes, for that matter), nice weather (mid-70s to 82 degrees, although it seemed like it was a headwind no matter which direction I rode) and a fairly-intense ride for such a short distance.

I could have done the usual; head over Old LaHonda out to Pescadero and back via Tunitas. But I decided to do something different, something a big “uglier”. South to Cupertino, Stevens Creek to Redwood Gulch, then up 9, north on Skyline then down into Woodside. Using Olive Hill & Canada Road as the starting point (which, of course, is the center of the universe, since the Tuesday/Thursday-morning ride begins there), it’s almost exactly 50 miles and almost exactly 5000 feet of climbing. But, it’s a lot tougher than the numbers indicate, because starting the main climb via Redwood Gulch is a killer!

I was alone today (Kevin’s off the bike for about a week following his surgery) so the pacing was up to me. Unfortunately, in the post-Strava era, that means the pacing is actually up to no darned good! My legs felt like rubber for the first hour or so, and actually didn’t feel much better starting up Redwood Gulch either, but the legs were turning, the bike was moving, and I was playing mind games, trying to convince myself that I could actually relax on a 20% grade.

There was no rest for the wicked at the top of 9; I could have stopped for a cold drink at Mr. Mustard, but instead pushed on, thinking maybe I could get home before the game ended. That would be pretty cool; get in a significant ride entirely within the time the 49er game was played. Further incentive to push hard came at the bottom of 84 as I headed towards Woodside; my average speed was exactly 17mph at that point, and I really didn’t want to finish the ride at 16-something. 17 sounds so much more respectable! Those last 5 miles home weren’t easy, but I ended up at 17.3mph average speed, no stops (except for that darned light at Summerhill) and pretty darned tires. Oh, and in time to see the final three minutes of the game!

Is Skynet real?

It started like any other morning, only it wasn’t. It was one of those very peculiar “high gravity” days, the ones where the facts aren’t supported by real science, but you know, for sure, that there really are days when it’s a lot tougher climbing than others. For everyone. Today was one of those days. Just four of us; myself, Kevin (pilot), Chris & Todd. The other Kevin (my son) couldn’t ride because he had an appointment with a surgeon that required no food or water 12 hours prior, and it’s not really a good idea to do a 30 mile ride without anything to drink (although, ironically, I don’t think I drank anything on this morning’s ride). Thankfully, this was the preferable “universal” high gravity day, not the sort that seeks out an individual target (which, unfortunately, I am victim of far too often).

But what a beautiful morning to ride. Again. A bit foggy at the start, but clear up on Skyline (again), and it seemed like we were literally chasing the receding fog ahead of us as we sped down the west side of 84 towards Old LaHonda.

Final shot of V1 Kevin, shortly before surgery. Version 2 is apparently of great concern to Fat Frog!

V2 Kevin, with scars showing where electronic implants have been installed. He is now one with the Borg.

Kevin just hours after his electronic implant, already connected to the ‘net.

Today’s story is mostly about Kevin though (my son, not the pilot) who started out a normal 19 year old guy this morning, and ended up directly connected to Skynet. Or so it seems in the third photo above; this is a mere 4 hours after finishing surgery that implanted something called a Vagal Nerve Stimulator into his body & brain. He just couldn’t wait to get connected to the hive, the collective master brain that is otherwise known as MMPG (massively multiplayer game). I had no idea it would happen so fast.

The hopeful side-effect of this hard-wiring to his brain will be a reduction, perhaps even an elimination of his epileptic seizures. This implant has been a long-time coming; he first had to fail 7 or 8 different meds that are normally effective, but in Kevin’s case haven’t completely controlled his seizures. We’ve got great hopes for this electronic gadget! –MIke–

If everybody doped, nobody doped? BIG news from head of Garmin team

“CVV, Zabriskie, Danielson, while all clearly have a past…” (Cyclingnews 9/5/12)

So did Vaughters throw VandeVelde, Zabriskie and Danielson under the bus, or what?

I think this is how the powers-that-be want things to turn out-

“If everybody doped, then nobody doped.” Basically, you get people into the thinking that it’s a foregone conclusion that riders of that era doped, so does it make sense to individually vilify people, or do you say that’s in the past, people have changed, time to move on? It also reminds one of the famous “I am Spartacus” scene-

In truth, if Lance had been a better-liked member of the peloton, we might very well have seen something like the Spartacus scene, as in “I am Lance.” But within the bike racing community, Lance may have had all the friendships he could buy, and when the racing ended, so, it seems, has much of the loyalty and friendships to one of the greatest athletes in sports, doping or not.

This could be just the tip of the iceberg. It could suddenly become a negative thing for your career to deny doping, but handled properly, especially early on in the process, outing yourself could be beneficial. The unfortunate part of all this is that those who actually did ride clean… well, they didn’t get any respect back then, and they’re not likely to now. A lost generation, as they say. The credibility of anyone claiming to have ridden clean back in the day has been strained past belief.

Lance may have opened the door on this (it suddenly becoming “in” to admit to doping); his absolute intractability lent itself to people seeking a way to forgive those perceived to be more reasonable about such things.

Why we ride, #67

Big Wheels Keep on Turning! Check out the shadows to the right of us. Mornings like this, like every morning on a bike, are special.


So how many times can you show photos of west-side Old LaHonda before everyone gets the idea it’s one of the world’s great cycling roads, something we tend to take for granted or, worse, never try at all? How many hundreds, maybe thousands of cyclists have ridden up the east side of Old LaHonda (from Portola Valley) and never thought to go down the other side? It’s certainly not my fault they haven’t ridden the west side!

I was wondering how I was going to feel this morning, after having ridden a pretty fast but flat ride on Sunday, and then a 112 mile loop to Santa Cruz on Monday. Answer? Not so bad! At least better than I expected, but afterwards, different story. Definitely felt it in my legs today! Doesn’t matter; it was worthwhile. It’s always worthwhile climbing up through the fog into the clear up on Skyline, and then climbing back up the west side and earning the fantastic view of the coast, with just the ridges of the hills popping up above the fog, and the long morning shadows cast by our bikes on the hillside.

This is why it doesn’t matter that I’m not as fast as I used to be. I might be slowing down a bit, but if anything, my appreciation for the places, both physical and in my mind, that my bike takes me to… that appreciation is as strong as it ever was.

Recalibration ride- Redwood City/Santa Cruz loop

August wasn’t a great month for me and my bikes; aside a short demo ride on a mountain bike in Wisconsin (Trek dealer show) and a single commute ride to & from work (2.9 miles each way, but at least a hill in one direction!) I went 19 days without riding. That first day back (last Tuesday) wasn’t easy, but not nearly as tough as I expected… but of course that was just 30 miles. Another 30 miles on Thursday, and then yesterday, another 30 miles (a bit of a pattern here?) riding from Morgan Hill to San Jose. Those rides weren’t going to make up for what I missed in August.

That’s where today comes in. I had to come up with something that was ambitious, yet possible. Kevin had the same idea. The Santa Cruz loop. 112 miles, familiar territory. Impossible would have meant going up Bonny Doon; we’ll leave that for another time.

It felt good doing something so familiar; Kevin and I know this loop like most know “The Loop” in Portola Valley. Up Old LaHonda, over Haskins Grade, then the rollers of Cloverdale. The only real surprise came when we exited to the coast and found that the Gazos Creek Grill is no longer in business. Not an issue for us, since our planned lunch stop was in Davenport (14 miles down the coast) but something to keep in mind for other rides.

Mild crosswinds for the run to Davenport, with moderate tailwinds from there to Santa Cruz. Normally we’d make a full lunch stop at Davenport, but the Whaler Cafe had run completely out of their awesome ham & cheese (or turkey and cheese) croissants, and everything else for that matter other than cookies. So we shared a quick Mtn Dew and cookie and continued on to Santa Cruz, eating lunch at Emily’s, which is highly recommended. Not terribly fast, but very friendly and very good.

As always, the worst part of this ride is the run up Highway 9 from Santa Cruz to Boulder Creek, and this being Labor Day, the traffic was even heavier than normal. We made our usual water & Mtn Dew stop at the Boulder Creek gas station and then headed up 9 to Skyline, leaving behind the heavy traffic and narrow roads, and finally feeling like we were on home turf, especially once on Skyline with Mr. Mustard waiting. No hot dog for us this time, just some drunks and then a fast run across Skyline, down into Woodside and home.

Don’t entirely trust GoogleMaps bike directions!

Mile 0, the start of the Coyote Creek Bike Trail in Morgan Hill.

Had to meet with our Pearl Izumi & Shimano rep in Morgan Hill today, and decided that, obviously, there was no way I was going to do that if it got in the way of a bike ride. Too far to ride from Redwood City to Morgan Hill & back, and besides, the plan is for a tough ride tomorrow with Kevin. And since Becky (my daughter, who does the apparel ordering in Redwood City) needed to be there too, I decided a reasonable idea would be to go down with her in a car, then ride back from Morgan HIll to San Jose and take the train back to Redwood City. For the route, I used GoogleMaps and ridewithgps.com to chart a downloadable course for my Garmin.

First, let me tell you that heading north, in the afternoon, on a warm (93 degree) day, is probably the wrong direction. It’s a long, kinda lonely drag, along a trail that zig-zags from one side of the freeway (101) to the other. Once in a while you come across someone else on a bike, but for the most part, there’s not much to keep your mind occupied beyond the effort at hand. Sure, there are markers every half mile that you can use to gauge your progress, but in a hot headwind they seem more discouraging than encouraging. Doesn’t matter; you just pedal forward into it and try to keep your speed up. Which, apparently, I did because Strava thinks I’ve got the 6th-fastest time on the segment from the beginning in Morgan Hill to Heyller Park (location of the Velodrome) in southern San Jose.

But that Google Maps bike directions thing? Works fine if you’ve got a fairly long stretch of recommended bike route, but the convoluted route once I got into San Jose was impossible to follow. The routes shown below-

Wished I’d worn my heart monitor so I could have known my “suffer score” but had left it at home. Besides, the “suffer score” on Strava doesn’t take into account heat or headwinds!