Squirrel, Deer, Hawk, Honda

The Old Dudes Heading up through Huddart Park

The Old Dudes heading up through Huddart Park. Except Todd. He’s not old. And Chris. He’s at most medium.

It’s gradually warming up here in Northern California, 41 degree average temp according to my Garmin computer (which I think reads a couple degrees on the low side), up from 37 two days before, 35 or so the week prior, 32 before that… you get the idea. Still, we’re a very long way from dispensing with leg warmers and even full-finger gloves for our morning ride!

Small group today; Kevin (pilot), Chris, Eric, John & Todd. The other Kevin is still feeling the effects of his tonsil removal on Tuesday (I did ask last night if he was riding, and he gave me one of those “What kind of person would ask me that?” looks). Pretty easy ride up through the park, with the pace only picking up to something challenging on Skyline, just prior to the descent, as Chris came to the front and I glued myself to his rear wheel.

Our first encounter with wildlife was the Honda (I think it was a Honda, but it could have been any other generic sub-compact) that was going to make turn into a driveway in front of us. We’ve seen this car before, same time, same place. I remember last week thinking that car was going to turn in front of us and I’m thinking, what part of the car would be the softest, what should I aim for? In fact, it was that car that got me to install a new super-bright flashing bar-type LED light on my front fork, so it would see me coming. But today the car made no attempt to cut us off.

I think it was the squirrel that came next, darting across then back. Hate squirrels. A bit later we saw the deer, reasonable size, towards the beginning of west-side Old LaHonda, followed a mile or so later by a very large & beautiful hawk which flew across the valley to a tree on the other side. He got there a whole lot faster than we did!

We? By this time it was just Eric with me; John had just shown up at the start but didn’t ride up the hill because that wasn’t in his new training program for the day, and Todd & Kevin & Chris had ridden down 84 without doing the west-side Old LaHonda loop due to someplace they had to be. We did come across Keith, the guy who shows us how it’s done and makes disparaging references to the average age of the guys I ride with; turns out he was on a semi-epic 92 miler that put him at over 1000 miles for the month. Impressive! And more believable than the guy from Australia that’s supposedly done over 3200 miles.

“Tuesday Old Dude Ride” report

"Tuesday Old Dude Ride?" If Keith wasn't so fast (and some of us weren't so old?)...

“Tuesday Old Dude Ride?” If Keith wasn’t so fast (and some of us weren’t so old?)…

Kings Mtn the hard way

Kings Mtn the hard way (Keith circling back a few times)

Not exactly what I expected to see when I uploaded this morning’s ride! Keith showed up; he’s been elsewhere for some time, but today decided to show us what someone “young” and in-shape could do. For example, on the climb up Kings, he would race off the front, turn around, ride back down the hill to the furthest-back rider, and then race back up past the front. Again. And again. And again. You can see that in his Kings Mtn profile; Kings is a steady climb without any dips on the way up, so each time you see a drop in elevation is a time that Keith turned around and headed back down the hill a ways.

The "Old Dudes Ride" gets ready to roll

The “Old Dudes Ride” gets ready to roll

OK, about that “Old Dude” remark. Keith’s what, mid-20s? Late-20s maybe? Todd was with us today, and he’s about that age. The rest of us? Um, well, I think Eric’s in his later-40s, Kevin (the pilot) is 57, George is a young mid-50s, John is 60, and I’m not even 57 yet! So like what’s Keith’s point? That he’s riding with guys twice his age or something like that?

OK, I’ll pretend I’m over it now. I already gave the roll call for the ride; only noteworthy person missing was the other Kevin, my son, who was getting his tonsils removed today. What a wimp. They said he could have anything to drink in the 6 or 8 hours prior to surgery… who can’t do a 31 mile ride without water?

Fortunately I felt better than expected once on the bike; wasn’t sure how things were going to go since I was up pretty late last night when I stupidly tried to update my iPhone to IOS 6.2, which “bricked” it. And I’ve got a cold that’s beginning to wear me down a bit, but y’know, as has almost always been the case in the past, a cold doesn’t slow me down much on a bike. And if it doesn’t slow me down, and it doesn’t kill me, then obviously it’s making me stronger!

One noteworthy thing on the ride; since the roads were drying out, I thought it would be fun to try and head down 84 into Woodside pretty fast, and see if I could get close to my best time on Strava for that run. Um… no. Maybe it was fast, but Strava won’t tell me anymore, because someone flagged that segment as “dangerous.” As in, something that some nitwit might want to push too hard to “own” that segment, cut a corner and run into a car, and then his family sues Strava, claiming it wouldn’t have happened if Strava hadn’t made it something to try for. Darn!  –Mike–

Strava says 19 “accomplishments” but this guy did better!

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I’m struggling a bit on my return, heading over Sand Hill, and catch a glimpse of this guy, probably in his 70s. He didn’t have a great bike, he’d just come up over the opposite side, and his broad smile showed satisfaction, relief, and more sense of accomplishment than anything Strava has given me. Sometimes we get so caught up in our goals, measured in minutes & seconds & kilometers & timing points, that we forget about the things that brought us to cycling in the first place. The first time we made it to Skyline. Making it to the coast. Discovering new bakeries along the way.

When I was 11 years old, I remember having a AAA Bay & River map laid out on the kitchen table, looking at new towns to explore, like Portola Valley, which was out there past Woodside. A year later I’d go to the US Geological Survey center in Menlo Park with my friend Bob Kriesle, to buy maps preparing us for the New World (the mountains between us and the coast), and noticing they had markings for oil wells (oil wells on 84? Who knew?). Every ride was an adventure, not a competition. We’d seek out the tough climbs not for speed, but just to say we’d been there. I had a rack on the back of my bike that we’d carry a couple of quart bottles of Coke for fuel (no water bottles on a Schwinn Varsity). I’m not sure if I’ve found a different path, a type of cycling that’s compatible with who and what I am these days, or if I’ve lost my way. But I do know it’s been a very long time since I’ve crested a hill and had a smile like I saw on the old guy coming over the top of Sand Hill today!

Maybe the day is coming where my time up hills won’t be so important to me, but that day’s not here yet. But I am very aware, and thankful, that there are a great many ways to enjoy cycling.

Until they get Junipero Serra fixed up, you might want to choose a different route. It's worse than it looks, and it looks pretty bad!

Until they get Junipero Serra fixed up, you might want to choose a different route. It’s worse than it looks, and it looks pretty bad!

What about my ride? It wasn’t what was planned, that’s for sure. Kevin (my son) and I were going to head out to the coast, but he’s developed another kidney stone, and after waiting it out for too many hours, it was clear he wasn’t going to be riding and I wouldn’t be heading out to the coast. 2:15pm and there’s just not that much daylight left! So I headed out into the foothills, pushing myself pretty hard since I wouldn’t be getting in many miles, and tossed in the “walking” Joaquin loop off Portola Road to make things even tougher. Eventually I ended up at our Los Altos store, and then headed back on a more direct, less adventurous route, partly because I was feeling a bit spent, and partly because I thought it would be shorter. Uh, no, I must have hit every red light on Foothill! That plus the slow riding on the section of Foothill (maybe Junipero Serra when north of Page Mill?) where they’ve torn up the road and have uneven steel plates that you don’t want to ride over. What a mess they’re making of our roads these days.

As spent as I was, I had been inspired seeing that old guy on Sand Hill so instead of the “easy” ride over Jefferson, I took the Godetia “shortcut” to add one more insanely-steep piece of road. In the end, a very nice ride. Wish I could have been out there longer, but I made the best of the time I had.

Be thankful you don’t have Boeing’s problems

http://www.frequentflier.com/blog/ntsb-says-no-quick-fix-for-dreamliner-problems/

As someone who flies a fair amount, I enjoy reading about modern aviation. I’ve been intrigued by the new 787 Dreamliner, the ultra-high-tech carbon-fiber wonder-plane that, after years of delays, is finally making it into the skies. Or was, until they were grounded a week or two ago, due to a bunch of minor glitches and one potentially bigger glitch… batteries that might burn or explode. Normally I wouldn’t think much of such issues, because it’s just a battery after all, the plane can still fly without it, and with all the fire control measures in place on a modern plane, nothing’s going to endanger the plane. Right?

Then I read this paragraph-

“Separately, the Seattle Times is reporting that a 787 battery undergoing safety testing in 2006 exploded in a lab run by Securaplane Technologies of Tucson, Arizona. The building housing the lab burned to the ground.”

Wow. That puts things in perspective. It’s one thing to have your electric car catch fire and burn down your garage. A bit of a different issue flying over the ocean. So yes, I think it makes sense that the FAA has grounded the planes until they’ve run down the problem.

I’m still looking forward to flying in the Dreamliner, but while I initially thought the grounding might have been a bit excessive, well, I don’t quite feel that way anymore. Regulatory agencies may have reasons to exist after all. But my big takeaway from all this is that, no matter how challenging I think the problems my business faces, they’re nothing like Boeing’s right now.

Strava Lies! (Suffer score 104? Felt like twice that!)

Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. This morning the bear got me. It didn’t help that the morning was just a bit too damp to ride my nice bike; instead, it was back to the rain bike, on a day that really didn’t seem like it should require it. What’s wrong with the rain bike? OH, not much, just that it feels like you’re pedaling through sand compared to my Madone 6.9. Mainly it’s the tires; optimized for wet-weather traction and durability, they simply don’t glide like a high-performance tire. Great that they don’t get flats, but unless it’s really epic-nasty out there, it just takes the fun out of riding.

So yeah, that’s my excuse, that’s the reason the Kevin, Kevin & Eric rode away from me on Kings, and again on Skyline. Lance was wrong. Easy to say that now. It really is all about the bike! –Mike–

And so it begins (2013 Tour de France trip planning)


View Final road stage TdF 2013 in a larger map
It’s still six months off, and the actual routes haven’t yet been announced, but there’s enough information out there to figure out where it’s going, how to get there, and where to stay. Above is my first shot at figuring out the final road stage of the TdF.

The plan is to leave on Thursday, July 11th, arriving in Geneva the next day, then take a train to Avignon, a couple hours to the south. Saturday I’d like to do a short ride up to Orange and visit one of the best-surviving Roman Amphitheaters and shake the legs loose before the biggest ride of the trip, Mont Ventoux, which takes place on Bastille Day, a the French version of our July 4th. After that we travel to Grenoble where we’ll be positioned for the various stages in the Alps, including the one shown on the map above. The three biggest days for us (“us” being my son and I) will be Ventoux on the 14th, Alpe d’Huez on the 18th, and the Col du Madeleine on the 19th. From Grenoble we should have access to all stages from the Time Trial in Embrun on the 17th to the final road stage in the map above… using a car only for the Alpe d’Huez stage. The secret? Local trains! A concept we’ve proven on several past trips. I would love to dispense with a car entirely, but the Alpe d’Huez stage would be difficult; it’s 50k from Grenoble to the base of Alpe d’Huez, and then another 13k UP! Which actually doesn’t sound that bad…

No rain = great riding!

A bit warmer than last Thursday, which was a bit warmer than the Tuesday before, which was a lot warmer than the Thursday before that! I’m not sure of what the average daily minimums are; obviously there is a day of the year with the coldest average temps, with them rising on either side. All I know is that 39 degrees feels pleasant, and 53 up on Skyline? Heavenly! OK, I just looked up the monthly stats, which show an average low temp of 40 during the months of December & January, with a forecast 3 degree rise going into February. Curiously, temps drop off much more rapidly (from September-December) than they rise.

Today we had Todd, Stu (who hasn’t been with us for quite a while), both Kevins, Eric & John. The two Kevins were the only guys in a hurry to get up Kings, posting 26:20 or so, while the rest of us were a few minutes behind. But even the fast guys were content with a relatively-easy pace the rest of the way, not the norm for the Tuesday version of this ride!

Who’s a victim of doping in Cycling? The FBI says… me!

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Yes, I was there when Floyd Landis pulled off the Champ Elysees after “winning” the Tour de France in 2006. And I later supported his efforts to prove the tests false. I changed my mind about 9 months later. –Mike–

The real victims of doping in sports. Who are they? Apparently, me!

Got a letter in the mail today from the FBI, yeah, the organization Mulder & Scully work for. They say that I’ve been identified as a victim of a possible crime. They don’t say what the crime was, probably because it’s not politically-correct to tell people they’re stupid. But yes, I did indeed contribute to the Floyd Fairness Fund. I was duped. By a guy who wears baseball caps backward (and I swear, I’ve never even watched a NASCAR race on TV!).

For some context, here’s a link to the web page describing my 2006 Tour de France experience, including the day Floyd flew up the mountain powered by testosterone. And later, when it was revealed Floyd failed a doping control, I wrote this. I was pretty naïve at the time!

07/28/06- CATCHING A DOLPHIN IN A TUNA NET? I was there, I saw both Floyd’s spectacular failure and next-day’s resurrection to claim victory in one of the world’s greatest sporting events.

And now? Everything is eclipsed by allegations of doping, due to a positive test for unusual ratios of two types of testosterone.

So everywhere you go, whether it be network news or talk radio, the story is all about Floyd Landis. Which is fine, it is a huge story. But an even bigger story may be, could be, that Floyd is, in fact, innocent. Caught up in the rabid (and necessary) zeal to catch cheaters.

But what, exactly, am I all riled up about? How about KCBS this morning airing the news conference (in which Landis proclaims his innocence and the steps he’ll go to to prove it), which was followed by not one second about the possibility that he could be speaking the truth, but instead a sports psychologist talking about why athletes cheat. How they deceive themselves etc.  They’re using his protestation of innocence as evidence against him!

Floyd may very well be an innocent dolphin caught by people fishing for tuna. People whose driving ambition to achieve their goal over-rides the possibility that somebody innocent could get caught in the net & killed. Yes, drug usage among top athletes is a severe problem. But this is a story that has more than one angle. Floyd Landis could be guilty, and I’ll feel very betrayed if that’s the case. But his trial & conviction in the media is absurd.

Please, won’t somebody of stature, an athlete, a news reporter, point out that there could be an even-bigger story here- the possibility that we’ve gone too far and caught a dolphin in the net? Instead of repeating the same sound bites over and over and over… talking about how much of a problem there is in professional cycling, that this is evidence they’re getting a handle on it, and that both his heroic comeback and protestation of innocence are proof that he’s guilty?  –Mike–

May 18, 2007, was the day I stopped believing in Floyd Landis. The day Floyd’s friend made a call to Greg LeMond, claiming to be an uncle who had abused him. The phone call was made in Floyd’s presence. Floyd lost every last bit of credibility with me on that day. That was the day I knew Floyd had cheated. I didn’t yet know that everybody cheated. That would take a few more years.

Great pre-game ride with Jeff & Kevin

Mastadon Country (actually there's a family debate over whether it's a Wooly Mammoth or a Mastadon), just east of Pescadero Road

Mastadon Country (actually there’s a family debate over whether it’s a Wooly Mammoth or a Mastadon), just east of Pescadero Road. Why someone would put a giant sculpture of a Mastadon, facing off against another prehistoric creature, in a farm’s field… well, that’s what makes our rides so interesting, seeing things like this!

Click for larger Mastadon image

Click for larger Mastadon image

This was not going to be our typical Sunday ride, where we don’t get out the door until noon. I wanted to see most of the 49er playoff game, and it also gave us the opportunity to ride with Jeff, friend & customer, who normally does his riding while Kevin would be dragging himself out of bed. And I wanted to see first-hand just how fast & fit Jeff really is; his Strava scores have been looking pretty impressive lately.

Steam on West Alpine

Steam on West Alpine

We had to put something fairy tough together for Kevin and I, since a bit too much winter weight has been showing up on the scales lately. Up Old LaHonda, out to San Gregorio, south on Stage to Pescadero, up & over Haskins the tougher direction, then Jeff went back the faster route, via 84, while Kevin and I took on West Alpine. 65 miles, about 6700ft of climbing, and, for the middle of winter, really nice weather!

West Alpine is a beautiful climb any time of year!

West Alpine is a beautiful climb any time of year!

Jeff proved to be the stronger rider on the climbs today, getting to the top a full minute faster than Kevin, even though Kevin’s posted the fastest Strava times in the past. Me? Another minute or two behind Kevin. I was able to keep up, just barely, on the two Stage Road climbs, but watched them both ride away from me once again on Haskins. It was just myself and Kevin up West Alpine (Jeff having taken the shortcut home), and, nice guy/Dad that I am, when Kevin was in trouble a few times, I waited up. Of course, further up the hill it was Kevin feeling better, and did he wait for me? Not a chance. I asked him tonight about riding up a climb at a “social” pace, and he just looked at me with this quizzical expression and asked “Why?”

You could have heard a pin drop (Lance interview)

From 6pm until closing, you could have heard a pin drop as Lance's interview with Oprah aired.

Employees watching the Lance interview with Oprah. From 6pm (when the interview began) until closing, it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

Hard to say if it was going to be a quiet evening anyway, or if most of our customers were heading home fast to watch Lance being interviewed by Oprah. Maybe we couldn’t wait to hear the USADA (United States Anti-Doping Agency) pronounced “yousada”. Maybe we wanted to hear Lance answer “Yes” to each question regarding whether he used a certain type of doping. Maybe we wanted to see him squirm.

But if we were waiting for something new, some incredible revelation, we didn’t hear it. The most-surprising thing Lance said was that he rode the 2009 & 2010 “comeback” Tours clean, sans doping. Something which flies in the face of what Tygart, head of the USADA, believes to be true, and a statement that quite likely could keep Lance from ever competing again, because it has the appearances of being Lance continuing to lie. He may not be; he may have actually ridden those last two tours clean. Or, he may, by making that claim, be trying to divide and conquer, forcing people to choose sides, hoping that some are willing to believe he did have a change of heart after his 7 tour wins, re-establishing some degree of support again.

It’s tough not to be cynical. Maybe tomorrow night’s conclusion will contain more emotion, more evidence of what Lance actually feels regarding the many years of lies and the many people he sought to destroy when they accused him of doping. –Mike–