You’ve climbed Redwood Gulch & Highway 9, the last couple of miles you’re thinking about the reward at the top. Mr Mustard’s hot dog stand. Cokes for a buck, hot dog for three. Not the healthiest thing in the world, but it works. And for the second time in a row, he wasn’t there! This puts a serious damper into Santa Cruz loop ambitions; you live for that coke at the top. The coke machine at the fire station only takes quarters now, and what cyclist wants to carry a bunch of heavy, noisy change? The horror!