Breakfast Ride (Kevin’s birthday)

The storms cooperated; as forecast, no rain this morning! In fact, so far, this massive series of storms has been a bit of a disappointment, although that supposedly will be remedied this weekend. We’ll see!

Passing a truck that couldn’t quite make the corner on Kings

Moderate-size group this morning, Kevin, Kevin, Eric, Chris (young guy from our Redwood City store), Jon, Todd & Mark. And me, of course, keeping track of things at the back, making sure Chris is OK. He’s not quite got his climbing legs yet, but they’ll be coming along very quickly.

Making the climb up Kings a bit interesting was the possibility the road was going to be closed (it was) causing us to have to detour up 84 (we didn’t have to; the police were friendly and knew we wouldn’t have an issue getting past the reason for the road closure (a long truck that couldn’t make it through a corner). It’s nice that, after 20+ years of doing this, on an absurdly-rigid schedule, they know us well enough to cut us a bit of slack.

Since yesterday was Kevin’s birthday, we made this one of our every-two-years-or-so “breakfast rides”, where, on our first pass through Sky L’onda, we stop by Alice’s and place our orders for breakfast, which will be ready for us after we do the west-side Old LaHonda loop and return to Sky L’onda 20 minutes later. Unfortunately, most needed to get to work or other commitments (Pilot Kevin claimed his mother was in town???!!!), so it was just myself, “birthday” Kevin (he’s 20, by the way), Eric and Chris.

Health food, of course. French toast & pancakes, coffee & hot chocolate. Breakfast of Champions? Yeah, sure, today we’ll go with that!
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Bike shops get skewered by Engadget blogger (and of course, I respond)

You can read the full content here, but I’ll post an excerpt to give you an idea of what Joshua Fruhlinger, an influential blogger at Engadget (a website for people who like high-tech toys), thinks of his local bike shops-

This year, I was in the market for a new mountain bike. My first move, of course, was to look online where I found a multitude of great deals, free shipping and, of course, no tax. I then checked online communities like mtbr.com where I was guilted into checking my local bike shop. For not much more money, it was argued, I’d establish a relationship with a local dealer who would also service my bike and hook me up with equipment and accessories over the life of the bike.

This sounded nice. I like relationships. So I set out to visit two of the most reputable bike shops in the area, money at the ready, in the dead of Black Friday.

The first shop was set up for the big day with a clearance tent out front full of last year’s shoes and pedals. I sauntered past into the showroom and over to the mountain bikes. I stood, staring, waiting for help from one of the three unoccupied salespeople. After 10 minutes, not one approached me. Finally, I walked up to the counter to ask a young, Bieber-esque dude if I could get some help. Without leaving the comfort of the counter, he asked, “What are you looking at?”

“Well, I’m not sure, but I wanted to check out the Specialized and Yetis you have.”

“What’s your budget?”

“I’m still figuring that out.”

He was still behind the counter. I told him I’d come back when he wasn’t so busy.


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Last nice ride before winter storms hit?

Last ride before the rain, so decent-sized group (we generally get more riders in the morning when bad weather is moving in later in the day). A large group of younger women rode past before we started out, giving the guys a chance to give Kevin a bad time for riding with the wrong group (my son Kevin, who has yet to find that girl who’s going to break his heart). Slower ride up the hill, although I wasn’t there at the end,since I hung back with Kevin at the park entrance when he had a seizure. Strava says I stopped for 2:26, so if I subtract that from my 31:52 total I get… 29:36? Obviously I would have made it up faster, if Kevin hadn’t immediately ditched me once he got going again.

Only really notable event was a Sheriff’s car flying past at high speed, just over a foot away. Oh, and bleeping his siren at us. Why? I think because he was annoyed he couldn’t harass us, as we were riding single file, right at the edge of the road. Probably wrecked his day.

Let’s be extra-careful out there (tragic accident Nov 26, 2012)

Yesterday morning, on our way to the shop, my daughter (Becky) and I saw that Alameda was closed off at Jefferson, with two police cars, police tape, and, as we looked a bit closer, a bicycle pushed up against the curb. My heart sank. As we continued on Jefferson, it sank even more when we came across a large flatbed with a truck on it, followed by a police car.

The location of yesterday morning’s tragic accident

It was some time before there were any news reports I could find on the accident, but eventually google came up with what I feared. A 14 year old girl, on her way to school (Woodside High), died in an incident with a truck. Both car and cyclist were making the same right-hand turn. You can view the intersection here, in Google street view. There are no sight line issues here, nothing to obscure the view of a cyclist making a turn in front of you. If that’s what happened; we know that both the motorist and the young girl were heading in the same direction, eastbound, on Jefferson, and both made the same turn, right, onto Alameda.

We don’t know if the truck had previously passed the cyclist prior to arriving at Alameda, with the cyclist then squeezing in between the curb and truck, taking an inside line to get ahead of it. This seems pretty unlikely, but it’s the only scenario I can think of in which the cyclist was at fault. Otherwise we have the girl ahead of the truck, sliding on the pavement and the truck too close behind her to stop, or the truck trying to make it around the corner simultaneously with the girl, who then slid out and went underneath the truck. With both truck and cyclist on Jefferson, approaching the intersection from the right lane, it’s the motorists responsibility to know where the cyclist is at all times and act accordingly. It’s hard to come up with a scenario in which the cyclist wasn’t visible to a motorist, and hard to believe that a 14 year old girl would be racing a truck to the corner and squeezing in-between it and the curb.

Click to enlargeA: Identifies dangerous area to ride, because it gets cut off by

B: The curb pinch, which can force bikes suddenly into traffic

C: The area of impact (also shows the bike lane paint, which was likely slippery and may have caused the cyclist to crash to the ground, where she was run over)

Note that area A, used as a bus stop, is not where cyclists should be riding! This area should be marked in some way to keep bikes and cars to the left, so you don’t have the danger of a cyclist suddenly moving in front of traffic at the intersection.

Complicating matters is the curb pincher; if you look at the street view again, you’ll see that, coming into the intersection from Jefferson, the curb moves out into the roadway a couple feet, causing a cyclist to have to move out into the lane, possibly unexpectedly to a motorist. This is a serious road defect in my mind; cyclists should not be riding (on the last couple hundred feet of Jefferson leading up to the intersection) in a position where they’re going to have to move further into the roadway, at the last minute, to clear the intersection. That last couple hundred feet (which has a curb striped red for a bus stop) should have markings on the pavement directing bikes to ride further to the left, so they approach the intersection in a predictable straight line.

Another thing to be aware of is that the girl slid out, prior to the collision with the truck. The area in which she slid has standard-issue white paint on the pavement, used to identify a bike lane. This stuff is extraordinarily slippery when slightly damp, as would be the case on a foggy day. Nearly every experienced cyclist has had a scary experience on painted lines on roadways or the tar stripes used to seal cracks in asphalt. I don’t understand why the materials used can’t have something added to them for improved traction; I know that, on the east coast, they actually add some sand to the tar stripes for just that purpose. The problem has been identified, so is someone looking at solutions? How much evidence do we need that painted roadways are often very dangerous when wet?

We visited the scene of the accident last night, on our way home. I was with my daughter again, Becky, who was crying. And I was thinking about someone else who’s daughter wasn’t coming home, and at dinner I was thinking about what that must have been like for her family, and as I went to sleep wondered if I could possibly sleep at all that night if something had happened to one of my kids. I remember, and wish I could forget, what it was like when my son, Kevin, had his first big seizure (the first one that I knew about), and being in the emergency room while they worked on him for two hours, trying to get his seizures under control, and remembering the last thing I said to him and wondered, seriously, if that would turn out to be the last thing I ever said to him. Nobody needs to experience that. For Kevin, it worked out. For this young girl, I wish I couldn’t imagine.

Added 3/22/13- The police investigation has determined that the cyclist was at fault. To say that I’m at odds with this is an understatement; reading the on-line reports detailing the reasoning, I first notice a lack of detail, and second, nothing that contradicts anything I wrote the day following the accident (all of which survives above, intact, without further editing from 11/27/2012 at 6:32pm). Here’s a link to the “new” information. There will be further investigation, as the family has retained an attorney whose specialty is bicycle accidents, Gary Brustin. I’ve known him for several years; he’s been a tireless advocate for making things better for cyclists, not just in courts but through advocacy groups as well. I have hope.  –Mike–

 

Climbing so hard I made my wheel spin!

Sure sounds good when I type that… and it’s true, my wheels were spinning, as I climbed Redwood Gulch towards highway 9. Of course, the road was slick from the steady drip coming down from the trees, a result of this-morning’s fog, certainly not from my awesome strength, shown by my barely sub-13-minute time for a climb that should take me just over 10.


It was time to do something other than the usual Sunday ride to the coast, time to do something different and in some ways more challenging. Maybe something in the “ugly” category. And what could be uglier than heading south through the foothills before turning west on Stevens Creek, then up up up Redwood Gulch & Highway 9 and then return via Skyline? What I didn’t plan on was doing it alone (Kevin wasn’t feeling well), nor leaving pretty late to avoid the heavy morning fog.

By the time I finally got out it was just past 1pm, making this yet another “chasing the sun” event. Can’t tell you how many times, as I headed south, I considered truncating the ride, maybe head up Page Mill (but didn’t), maybe stop by the Los Altos store to work on the computers for a bit and then head back the same way I came (but didn’t) and finally two other options. One, ride up Stevens Creek to where it dead-ends and then retrace the route back home (but didn’t) and then finally, after climbing Redwood Gulch, descending 9 from that point and again heading back along the foothills. But didn’t.

It wasn’t a fast or pretty ride, but it was purposeful. No stops for food, just to change batteries in the video camera and to put on warm gloves once up on Skyline.

Skyline, by the way, has been destroyed by Caltrans. Their idea of repairing the road has been to ignore the potholes and just pour a little bit of oil and a lot of gravel onto it, not enough oil for the gravel to actually sink into the pavement, but rather adhere to the top. It’s nuts! A road that used to be remarkably smooth is now like riding on glued-down gravel, eliminating the feeling of your bike gliding along, every turn of the cranks feeling like it has to be forced. You’ve got to wonder how much efficiency is lost, not just to bikes but motorists as well.

If this is the new method for road repair, we’re going to be selling a lot of Trek Domane road bikes in the future (they’ve got a design that really eats up the bumps).

Great Day for annual TurkeyTrot Ride!


Due to a complete lack of publicity on my part, along with the Mt Hamilton low-key hill climb event taking place, let’s say this was an “intimate” version of the annual TurkeyTrot ride. Just myself, Kevin, Mark and, for part of the ride, Michael from our Redwood City store. It was a gorgeous morning for a bike ride! That’s really an understatement; clear skies and virtually zero cars on the road.

I finally wandered over to see what it is that hangs from the fence opposite the San Gregorio General Store. A fish skeleton???!!!

The ride went as planned; up 84 (instead of Old LaHonda; I figured the gentler grade offered by 84 would give me less trouble), down to LaHonda, over Haskins to Pescadero, stop for food, then north on Stage and up Tunitas. Mark’s in very good shape these days and did a pretty good job of staying close to Kevin, especially on 84 and Haskins. Me? 84 I was maybe 45 seconds back, Haskins about the same. On the three Stage Road climbs at least I could keep them in sight, but Tunitas? Total fail! I managed 51 minutes from ocean to top, while Kevin got there in 44. No legs or lungs for me today!

Last night Kevin was making noises like he didn’t want to ride today, and even this morning wasn’t looking forward to it. That’s not unusual for him; he typically takes an hour or so to work into a ride and start enjoying it. But today? He continued to withhold “approval” until after the ride was finished, after loading it into Strava. 15 “accomplishments” for him. Yes, seeing that, he was glad he rode.

Details for Thanksgiving Day ride (and yes, I rode Tuesday)

What a week- getting out an ad for Black Friday and the holiday season in general has been extraordinarily tough on me, including run-ins with my daughter who thinks my procrastination has caused her undue grief. Well, at least she’s got a safe target for her venom; better me than others! Is she right though? Well, sure, definitely something to it; if I had no interruptions, I’d have no problem getting things done quickly, but that’s not the life I lead. And my thinking is that, even if I did start very early, I’d still be fussing with it right through to the end.

OK, regarding the ride. Yes, we’re going to start at the traditional Thanksgiving Day ride time of 8am, same place as the regular ride (Olive Hill & Canada Road). The plan is to head up 84 (not Old LaHonda, believe it or not) and out to La Honda, over Haskins to Pescadero, north on Stage and back on Tunitas. Should get us back to the start by 12:30, likely a bit earlier. –Mike–

As far as you can go without a passport

How often do we take for granted that we can easily ride to the end of the earth, where the Pacific Ocean meets land? Bike+legs+desire and you’re there. That’s pretty amazing if you think about it.

This was one of those days where you were very thankful the weather folk screwed up! No rain, light breeze, moderate temperatures. Sure, if we’d left a 9am it would have been wet out there from last night’s rain, but that’s not our style. Not Kevin’s anyway; we got out around 10:45 this morning, which, for my family, is early.

Today was a mild variant of the “Coastal Classic”- the usual up Old LaHonda, over Haskins, but then, instead of Stage Road north to Tunitas, we rode the coast the entire way. Kevin doesn’t like Stage Road, probably because it’s one of those rare climbs that he can’t ride me into the ground. The Old LaHonda section became a bit more stressful than normal when Kevin had a seizure about 3/4 of the way up and wanted to turn back; he wasn’t very happy with my insistence that we continue on. Experience has shown that he’s pretty much back to normal within 20 minutes, and today was no exception. It’s not fun debating the merits of continuing with him, and I’m obviously sympathetic to what he goes through, but epilepsy can’t run his life.

He probably had his best time yet up Haskins, but his Garmin apparently cut out on him somewhere during that segment so Strava doesn’t show it. And if Strava doesn’t show it, then it didn’t happen. Hate that! Later Kevin made a comment that he was only going to use Strava for another 20 years. An odd remark that I asked for elaboration on. “From 40 on, Strava’s only going to give you bad news.” Ouch.

Kevin gives me “The Look” just before the infamous Bridge of Death on Tunitas Creek

An unusual event at the mandatory Pescadero bakery stop- no other cyclists! Beautiful day and nobody out there. Guess they must have been scared off by the weather reports. The run north on the coast (instead of the usual Stage Road) was interesting mostly because it was different; I prefer Stage Road for its quietness and changing terrain, but it was nice to do something different for a change. And thankfully, there was a rare mild tailwind in that direction too!

As for Tunitas, what can you say that hasn’t been said? It wasn’t a fast day on the climb, nor a completely-dreadful one either. Kevin was a bit ahead of me on the steepest sections, with me catching up where it leveled out. Got to admit the effort felt a lot faster than the time indicated! And yes, I’m sure it was more difficult because I missed riding Thursday.

What a total waste of talent, time & hopes & dreams.


Lance Armstrong at 2009 Nevada City bike race, final tune up before his comeback TdFs.

The Internet has this way of bringing things back to you at peculiar times. Tonight I was researching something called “flip book” software, for our next email flyer. It’s a way of simulating turning pages on the ‘web, useful for advertisements and presentations. In searching for the most-approrpiate software for the task, Google+ reminded me that someone made a remark regarding one of my photos from the Nevada City Criterium in 2009. Someone who apparently didn’t bother to read the caption was asking where the photo was taken.
Lance coming through with 1/2 lap to go, is family cheering from the sidewalk. Should have been the stuff of life-long memories, not an endless nightmare.

Worst-case scenario, and pretty much what many, perhaps most of us, were thinking at the time? That Lance was coming back to prove that he could win “clean.” Somehow, some way, that’s how we read it. I can’t really come up with any good reason to support that thinking, but the fact that that was what we were thinking gives pretty strong credibility to our claims of earlier cynicism (regarding Lance being “clean”).

Lance probably was the best TdF racer there ever was. In a clean race, many (including myself) feel that the organization behind him and his own personal talent and drive would have prevailed, without doping. But instead we’ll have a history with 7 empty spaces, as if those tours never existed.

The ASO, the organization that runs the Tour de France, is not without blame in all of this. Their attitude, for years, had been that a positive doping test was indicative of a world gone wrong, a race out of control and in danger of becoming irrelevant as a sporting event and spectacle. Is it any wonder that, with such an attitude, they didn’t catch many dopers? Ideally, we need to recognize that it’s normal, not such a terrible thing, that those who promote the sport aren’t so good at testing for doping. Ideally, it should be the responsibility of the USADA or WADA to do the testing and sanction those caught. It just makes sense.

50-75% off books & videos! Virtually everything must go, especially the dopers!

Closing out books and videos! All books & videos 50% off (exceptions- Park Blue Repair Book and special orders).

Andrew in our Redwood City store, checking out our “dopers” section, looking for ways to ride faster. All “doper” books 75% off, TdF Tour videos 50% off.

We’re closing out our books, all of them, every single book except the Blue Park Tools Repair Manual, in both stores. That means every book (except the Park book mentioned), every video, everything in stock that’s not special-ordered, is on sale for 50% off.

Save even more on books written by, for, and about doping cyclists and their staff, whether it be the various Lance-related books, Floyd Landis’s lying diatribe or Johan Bruyneel’s “We might as well dope” (er, I mean, win, not dope). These books are all 75% off, Tour de France videos 50% off. Like it or not these are part of cycling’s history, something that someday we’ll look back upon and think how naive we were to believe anything would change, or thank goodness that era came to an end and we now have a clean(er) sport.

Our full selection of books for, by & about dopers!

If you’re interested in my personal “history” with Lance and doping, my thoughts and how they changed over the years, I’ve written about it here.

Our selection of non-doper bicycle books, repair guides and more! Everything must go (with the exception of the Park Blue Repair Manual and special orders).

No returns or exchanges on closeout books & videos.