This summer I'll cycle in the California Death Ride - Tour of the California Alps. I’ll be riding in memory of my mother, Claire L’Italien (multiple myeloma) and in honor of my cousin Connie (B-cell lymphoma). It will be one day of pure pain, taking me over 5 mountain passes, 129 miles, 15,000 feet of climbing, and innumerable heartache. I'll be riding to help raise funds for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. These funds help to provide services, education, and to support important research.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Total Slacker
Monday, March 30, 2009
‘Everyone looks like they are going to die’
Those were Trevor’s words to me a little while after finishing my first Double Century, the Solvang Spring DC. He was wondering what on earth could possess grown people to put themselves through such pain as riding 200 miles in a day. I answered him by saying ‘I think that is the point’.
For I think that neatly encapsulates the point of attempting such a ride. For me it is the challenge that as I get older and my doomsday clock keeps a ticking; I want to push my body physically and my mind mentally to the limits. Trust me, riding a double century, even one as ‘moderate’ as the Solvang Spring DC, is both just as much a mental/psychological challenge as a physical one. If not more so.
A friend Doug and I were chauffeured to Solvang by Trevor on Friday. We arrived in Solvang late afternoon. I had to ride down to the local bike shop to get a new saddle bag after finding the one I purchased in the morning not fitting on my bike. Earlier in the week I busted my previous saddle bag after taking a tumble on a dirt rut on my commute to work. After registering and going to eat we quickly tried to get some shut eye. I spent a good while looking at the ceiling trying to get my nerves under control.
The alarm goes off at 4 am. Up out of bed I jump. Into my bike shorts, checking the weather to see how many layers I needed. I decided to use arm and leg warmers, extra socks, a vest, bandana, and some warm full fingered gloves. I tucked my regular gloves, an extra tube, my phone, and some sunscreen in my jersey pockets. Checked to make sure I had placed some ibuprofen in my saddle bag for surely I was going to need it and figured since I was checking I should take some immediately as a preventative measure. Shortly after 4:30 am, Doug and I leave the Holiday Inn Express to be joined by other bicyclist coming from the same hotel and from others down the road and we all journeyed the 3 miles to Buellton CA where the ride was starting from the Marriot no earlier than 5 am. I was definitely starting to get excited. Just about as we are hitting Buellton we begin to see riders departing in the opposite direction. We got to the Marriot, had them mark our rider numbers, and off we started.
It was a cool morning, around 42 degrees, with a ton of stars shining and a beautiful crescent moon. It was awesome!!! I absolutely loved heading down CA246 towards Happy Cannon Rd as a part a long procession of bicyclists with their lights on and blinkies blinking with hardly a car to be seen. I found I had a tendency to be entranced by all the blinking lights. It was an almost primal reaction, such as ‘I must catch the blinky ahead of me’. I found myself starting the first few miles strong but than trying to calm myself ultimately convincing myself that I wasn’t racing and I should slow down because it was going to be a long day. Yet off I continued after the next blinkie.
It wasn’t long before we turned onto Foxen Canyon Road and began our first ‘climb’ of the day. What was incredibly interesting was the climbing through the thermoclines, it being much warmer at the top then in the valley below. Foxen Canyon Road is an absolutely gorgeous road, sprinkled with vineyards and cows and horses and pastures with flowers. Just as the sun was rising, we hit this road. We passed Firestone/Curtis, Koehler, Fess Parker, and Rancho Sisquoc. I nearly tossed in the towel when I surprisingly passed Zaca Mesa winery and called it a day, but I mustered all the will power I could find and peddled on. Shortly after passing Foxen we arrived at the first checkpoint/rest stop in Sisquoc after about 40 miles. After spending a little over 10 minutes at this checkpoint I got incredibly chilled and decided I needed to get back on the road to warm up. Doug was at the checkpoint by now, but being chilled I didn’t stay to chat.
From Sisquoc we traveled northeast on the eastern side of Santa Maria with only a slight climb on Bull Canyon Road. What I remember most about the roads between Sisquoc and San Luis Obispo is the strong riders I was riding with and the pace lines formed sporadically all the way to the second check point (mile 80). (Many thanks to Jerome for imparting pace line etiquette tips a few months back). The heat had been turned on by this checkpoint, in my estimation it was around 80 degrees if not above. All the extra warm layers I had on were taken off and rolled so that they went in my jersey pockets. The sunscreen I was carrying was liberally applied.
Leaving San Luis Obispo I ended up riding with Bill from Grizzly Peak Cyclists. I recognized his jersey and introduced myself. We ended up chatting a bit as we road and took turns in the lead as we headed north on Highway 1 into Morro Bay. We were traveling at a pretty good clip, overtaking riders ahead of us, but none joined. If I remember correctly we made it to the Morro Bay mandatory checkpoint by noon. In Morro Bay we had to have our numbers checked so that it was confirmed that we road the entire way. This is a pic of the rock in Morro Bay. Here we caught up with a person I think I recognized from Chris’s Old La Honda/San Gregorio training ride the week before. He was busy sending off a text notifying someone of his making the half way point. At lunch it was confirmed that he was on the training ride last week and that he was riding in ALC8 this year with Topher (someone I know from DSSF). Ryan, Bill, Blue guy (don’t know his name, he was wearing a blue jersey and shorts), and I pretty much stayed together all the way to the lunch stop where Subway sandwiches were waiting for us. I stopped to take these pics just before leaving Morro Bay.
Lunch was mile 118. The time was 1 pm. It was only while I was eating did the speed demons that were being timed catch up, blow into the rest stop, and immediately breeze back out. Keep in mind that the people wanting to be timed left at 7:30 am, nearly 2.5 hours after I did. After being absolutely shocked I was quite proud of making it all the way to lunch before they caught up with slow poke me.
I would have been in absolute heaven if the ride stopped at mile 118.5, lunch. I felt strong, not too tired, and in good spirits. After lunch the muscles started talking back, the energy dissipated, and the mental games began. I started noticing the bumps in the road a bit more. I recognized the hot springs that I stopped at with Will, Chris, and Roger, amongst others during ALC7 last year. From there it was a familiar route into and out of Pismo Beach all the way to Hwy 1 and Mesa View Drive. It was here that I started to get panicky and started asking what the hell I got myself into. The reason being was that I started to remember this stretch of road from ALC7, or more specifically the stretch of road that I was about to reach. Mesa View Drive was a slight climb maybe 200 feet if not a little bit more, which wasn’t bad. It was the stretch of Hwy 1 from the top of the climb all the way to Guadalupe. It is down right ugly in that the cross winds and head winds are absolutely profane inducing. If there was a bicyclist hell in California, this stretch of road into Rest Stop 4 in Guadalupe must be right up there contending for the top spot. So forgive me if it was during this stretch that I started cursing the gods, doubting what I was doing, etc…yet I could only peddle on. Just as I remembered the horrible cross/head winds, I also soon remembered in the middle of a curse the wonderful and beautiful TAILWINDS that would push me out of Guadalupe into Santa Maria!!!!
The tailwind was nice, but once I turned south again on Black Road the road conditions was less than ideal. I suspect that it may have been a simple fact of being tired and noticing all the bumps and potholes a lot more. However, the road (Hwy 135) into Los Alamos and the last rest stop was horrible and would be under any amount of rest. After resting for a little while, psyching myself up for the last major climb of the day up Drum Canyon Road, having a lot of M&M’s and soda at the last rest stop I texted Trevor to give him my ETA at the finish line. It was shortly after 5 pm and I gave him an ETA of between 6:15 and 6:30 pm. As bad as I thought Hwy 135 sucked, Drum Canyon’s poor road conditions would take the title of worse conditions for the day. I settled in and slowly started to climb the ~1500 feet in over 3.4 miles. I’ve definitely climbed harder hills, but not after 177 miles before. The slow and steady pace still enabled me to catch and pass other riders on the climb and it wasn’t long before I passed over the cattle grates at the top. The descent was the horrible part. The poor road conditions made a technical descent even worse. The riders I passed on the way up now passed me on the way down. I stopped to take a few pictures of the valley and some flowers. Flowers pretty, potholes ugly.
Since I found the climb not to take me as long as I feared, I decided to slow down my pace a bit because I had given an ETA and didn’t want to get there before Trevor (however if I had known he was already there…). Any how from Drum Canyon Road it was a left onto CA246 with an easterly heading into Buellton and the finish line (just after 6 pm) and a smiling Trevor and his beer which I immediately stole. After checking in, I settled in with a beer and another and let the sun and alcohols warm my bones.
So yes I felt a little bit close to death, physically and mentally, but the fact that I made it through to ride in another one still smiling means everything in the world.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I'm riding!!!
In the mean time here is the general route and some brief information about each day:
- Orientation Day and Opening Ceremonies
Cow Palace
2600 Geneva Ave, Main entrance, Daly City, CA 94014 - Day One: San Francisco to Santa Cruz (79.3 miles)
Harvey West Park
326 Evergreen Street, Santa Cruz, CA 95060
Your AIDS/LifeCycle adventure begins as you and your fellow cyclists ride out immediately following Opening Ceremonies. The route on Day 1 offers some of the best scenery and cycling roads that San Mateo County has to offer. The stunning coastal views from hilltops to the ocean are truly Northern California at its best! Tailwinds prevail as we pedal along scenic CA Hwy 1 on our way to Harvey West Park in the City of Santa Cruz. Highlight of the day: The lunch stop on Day 1 offers a spectacular and breathtaking view of the ocean so be sure to pack your camera. - Day Two: Santa Cruz to King City (107.6 miles)
San Lorenzo County Park
1160 Broadway, King City, CA 93930
Rise and shine early on Day 2 to beat the Santa Cruz morning rush hour commute and get an early start on your second day in the saddle! This is a long mileage day with relatively flat terrain that will take us through the Salinas Valley, also known as Steinbeck Country. The lushness of vineyards, strawberry and artichoke fields stretch as far as the eye can see in all directions. There are usually excellent tailwinds along the roller coaster road that takes you into King City at the end of the day. Highlight of the day: Mission Soledad, the Water Stop location on Day 2 is one of the most historic and special destinations on the ride. Take a moment to enjoy the peaceful serenity of the Mission Chapel. - Day Three: King City to Paso Robles (66.7 miles)
Mid State Fairgrounds
2198 Riverside Avenue, Paso Robles, CA 93447
Quadbuster. Don’t let the name scare you. You are sure to make it to the top with your fellow cyclists (and perhaps a special guest) cheering you on and up! But Quadbuster is only a small part of the route on Day 3. You will pedal on remote roads passing only a few small quaint stores, mostly later in the day. Rest Stop 4 is at Mission San Miguel, one of California’s 21 historic Missions. Be sure to bring a little money to purchase a postcard or two for loved ones in the Mission’s wonderful little gift shop. The day ends as you ride into Paso Robles where we camp at The Mid State Fairgrounds. We dine inside the fairgrounds dining hall tonight…what a treat! Highlight of the day: Lunch on Day 3 is in the small town of Bradley where the local school hosts a BBQ to raise money for their field trip program. Bring your cash to purchase a hot-off-the-grill hamburger, cheeseburger or veggie burger! Cash only! - Day Four: Paso Robles to Santa Maria (94.1 miles)
Preisker Park
2301 Preisker Lane, Santa Maria, CA 93458
The route on Day 4 has a little bit of everything…a feast for the eyes with stunning vistas and ocean views that give way to sprawling fields of farmland and even some quaint seaside towns. The route will wind along some remote and seldom-traveled roads as well as some congested town streets. Before lunch you will conquer the infamous Evil Twins. The views from the top of that second sister hill are nothing short of spectacular and you may even find yourself forgetting that you are pedaling uphill. From there you will ride back out to the coast and through the city of Pismo Beach (Do I smell Cinnamon Rolls?) and on into Preisker Park in the beautiful Central California city of Santa Maria. Highlight of the day: Half Way to LA!! At the top of the second sister hill you will come upon a vista point turnout where you will have the opportunity to have your picture taken with the Half Way to LA sign! Don’t forget your camera on this day!! (note: but don’t dally too long, you still have a lot of miles to cover!) - Day Five: Santa Maria to Lompoc (66.8 miles)
River Park
Sweeney Road & Hwy 246, Lompoc, CA 93436
Day 5 begins with a beautiful and scenic ride through the farmlands of Santa Maria. At the edge of town, you will enter one of Santa Barbara County’s prettiest wine country roads. The scenery will be classic Central California with sprawling vineyards and ancient oak trees making the few challenging climbs along the way well worth the effort. Lunch is located in the quaint tourist town of Solvang - a town founded by Danish immigrants. The authentic Danish architecture, thatched roofs, traditional windmills give the town an old world feel, making it a very popular cycling destination. Departing Solvang, you will pedal through Buellton, home of the world famous Pea Soup Andersen’s and head into Lompoc on more beautiful and scenic wine country roads. Highlight of the day: Oh my, but don’t you look just fabulous in that Red Dress! - Day Six: Lompoc to Ventura(85.5 miles)
San Buenaventura State Beach
901 San Pedro Street, Ventura, CA 93001
Day 6 begins on one of the prettiest roads on the entire route. You will pedal through vast expansive ranchlands with wildflower covered hills on both sides! As you ride toward the coast through the gorgeous Gaviota Pass you will be on US101. This is a well travelled freeway and caution should be practiced at all times along this portion of the route. After lunch you will pass through the heart of Santa Barbara, Montecito and Carpinteria and on into Ventura where we camp at San Buenaventura State Beach. Highlight of the day: Day 6 is your best bet for dolphin sightings!! Cast an eye to the sea and perhaps you will glimpse those playful creatures jumping in and out of the water as they frolic just off the coast. - Day Seven: Ventura to Los Angeles (61.5 miles)Almost there! Today your trip south will take you through Ventura, Oxnard and Port Hueneme (pronounced Why-Knee-Me) and Malibu. You will see the military planes on display as you ride past the Naval Air Station on your way to Highway 1 also known as the Pacific Coast Highway (PCH). Once on PCH it’s a straight shot down the coastline for about 20 miles. Enjoy the southern California sights of surfers and beach goers as you pedal through Malibu on your way toward LA. You will complete your journey with a turn away from the coast and nice pedal through Santa Monica on your way to the Closing Ceremonies site. Highlight of the day: The streets are peppered along the route on Day 7 with friends, family and well-wishers. Enjoy your hero’s welcome … you deserve it.
- Closing Ceremonies
VA Center
11301 Wilshire Blvd., Los Angeles, CA 90025
Sunday, February 8, 2009
why did the chicken cross the road...Fremont Peak
I had never ridden down in the Hollister area, where David G lives, ever before. I had decided that since he was leading a ride up Fremont Peak that I should drive the less than two hours to Hollister and make the climb. I left SF around 7 a.m and was there near 9 a.m., not too bad. As I exited Hwy 101 in Gilroy onto Hwy 25 the fog was extremely thick. I was not going to risk my life riding in that fog, but the sun was peeking though in Hollister before we departed.
Above: the fog and clouds that we climbed though to get to the peak which provide a nice view west towards Salinas
Below:...and of course a trip back at the mission
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Mt. Hamilton in the Winter
total miles for the day: 79.01
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Sweet sweet dreams my gentle one…
Today it tears the three of us to pieces to report we have had to say our good-byes to the gentlest soul. It has not been an easy decision to say good bye; we’ve spent days showering him with love, crying, and coaxing him to eat to no avail. Although he was still alert and somewhat ‘active’, as late as today, it was absolutely clear that he was in pain and was not going to get better. Many years ago we had a cat we loved, Trouble, who also had internal tumors. With Trouble we discovered them way too late after he had been in immense pain, dehydrated, and had stopped eating. We swore from that day forward that we would never let a cat live in such pain ever again.
We love our Smokey. We will miss your snoring (the loudest out of the four of us so says Larry); your screaming at us to get up out of bed and feed you; your constant demand for water from the sink or tub and not from the water dish; your wrestling with and chasing after Thor; your sleeping next to and licking each other’s heads; your peering up at us from underneath the flowers in the backyard; your getting everything covered with your fur; your love of brushing; your getting high from catnip and not just eating it like your brother; your playing with string and feathers; your love of string cheese and the finest steak we could buy as well as your new found love of turkey; we will miss your absolute ownership of Clingy Chloe’s carrier when she visited; your big beautiful green eyes alerting us to your skittishness; we will dearly miss your love and our ability to show you ours in return; and lastly we will miss your purring that made everything seem right in the world!
*****
Sweet dreams our love…we will remember you ALWAYS!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
hurting heart...
It's funny how pets work their way deep into one's heart.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
oh happy day...
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Los Gatos Hills (i.e. Redwood Gulch)
Season is starting off to a real slow start. After an awesome vacation in
Stephanie and Jon at the top of the hill.
I declined to train for an entire week afterwards to make sure I had recovered sufficiently. Yesterday was my first real ride of 2009. David Gaus, DSSF, was leading a ride in the
Wondering whether Jerome headed to the top, top or already descended.
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53.53 miles
3,280 feet of climbing
(63.05 miles total for the day)
Paris III
For those that haven't seen the pics I posted to Facebook...
Day 6 - Versailles
Day 7 - 8 - 9
Paris I
Day 2 - La Tour Eiffel
Day 3 - Sacre-Coeur