What a difference 45 minutes makes. From lush green paddocks on Watsonville, to dense ‘can’t see the edge of the road’ fog on Mt Madonna (which made for one of the slowest, scary descents ever)
Morning commute. Annoyed the two on Madonna turned out blurry, but it was raining and I guess I couldn’t get the iPhone to focus with mah wet finger? Oh wells. Rode the Crux today and had a blast on the muddy descent. It’s a fun bike. Wrapped my frets in bags, sealed em, then wore overstocks. Got to work with happy feet after 2.5 hrs of drizzle and general wet getting flung all up in my grill.
Rode to work this morning, rode home tonight. Rita and Oliva joined for the ride up Mt Madonna, then turned around and went back to MoHill. I continued alone. Jon caught me on the climb on Hazel Dell, and we hammered it back to Santa Cruz together. My legs blew up on Soquel, but it was cool by then. Nearly home! Long day.
Been sick the last couple days, but took my wheezy lungs for a quick jaunt up Nisene to see where I was at. Big tree downed and cleared. Hard to get a sense if the size, but first two photos show both sides of the road with the middle missing. The top half extends well into the forest. The bits you can’t see - the giant sections they cut to get that portion off the road - were pushed off the edge of the road. I peered over the edge and saw many huge cross sections in amongst other redwoods. This was a very tall tree. A shame when one goes down.
The Black Mamba waits patiently while I attempt to snag a nice pic on my ride home. Days are getting longer!
Four hour ride, I’d estimate maybe 3 of it in rain all up. Started in a downpour, but 5 miles in it cleared for a long spell. While I was in Corralitos Sausage Market getting a lamb sandwich (it was wet and cool and I couldn’t resist), it started up again. On a whim I decided to go to the top of Hazel Dell and it poured all the way up, creeks wild and rushing and man, I was having fun. It slowed to a drizzle on the descent and the creeks got all settled again. Since it wasn’t raining quite so badly, I was able to snag a bunch of photos.
Eureka Canyon loomed and I headed off and up. It started raining quite determinedly again, but I was still enjoying it. Not a lot of traffic, and I only saw one cyclist. After dropping down to demo, I reached saturation point. Before the descent down San Jose/Soquel, I pulled out my secret weapon! (A spare pair of dry gloves). It was nice to put on warm gloves, but unfortunately, the descent was painful on the eyes. No glasses and I couldn’t fit my fenders on the Crux so had none. Grit flew into my eyes at speed, and the rain was stabbing at my face like needles.
All these complaints aside, great ride. Nice rain ride. Glad it wasn’t cold. Enjoyed my tacos when I got home! :)
Last weekend, Rita, Olivia and I went and did the Old Caz grasshopper ride up in Occidental. It was a toughie! While Rita is capable of winning an event like this, she decided to hang back with slow ol’ me and we three decided to try win the “most fun” division. I think we did.
I was totally spent after it - the dirt was challenging at times - but holy smokes, the pizza in Santa Rosa afterwards was Epic! (Russian River had a 45 minutes wait, so we went down the street and found this place, which was amazing). Also, beer never tastes better than when it’s freezing cold after you’ve had a hard day on a bike.
So dry. Still so beautiful. Nisene, Aptos California.
California needs rain, but the dust makes for nice afternoon lighting effects in the Redwoods
- Nisene State Park, CA
Pacific Mamba- Highway 1 near Davenport, CA
Oh #holyhundo. Set at at 5am Xmas morning with the plan to have knocked out a century by noon. Arrived home pretty much right on 12’s noon nose. Christmas Day might just be the best day to ride hwy 1. Light traffic. Slow roasting pork in the oven by 1, a tiny nap in the afternoon, then unwrapped Santa’s treats to me. Dinner topped off an awesome day, and I settled in to watch Gremlins for the first time ever.
Cold day and the motivation to get out just wasn’t there. Then I saw my Burry jacket. Made me think about him, then Amy D. Both killed in training, doing their jobs. Then the guy - Joel or Josh, I think his name was - who got hit on HWY 1 recently, in a spot I’ve ridden many times on my way out to Half Moon Bay. All the people who no longer get to make that choice to ride or not ride. Been a while since I’d done a #ride4burry ride, and it got me out the door. I rode for Burry, but really it was for everyone.
Freezing on the Nisene descent. My fingers were screaming inside my gloves. But so good. Beautiful, and I’m lucky to have this out my door.
Rita Jettpack, lifting off on Diablo. :) Amiras can be wild lil things to control.