I've mentioned before how often the word "dude" has come upand how useful it is since becoming a cyclist-it takes on different tones and is a looong or short word depending on the situation. Today "dude" is reserved for my frustration and curiosity about google. If I Google my name an untrue, unprofessional post on a website comes up front and center. If I Yahoo search my name, it comes up later. I work hard, in a job that requires my intellect, spirit, and intention, I biked 585 miles, traveled on a pilgrimage, and yet, somehow, this stupid post comes up. It's stupid and boring, really. REALLY. And it was posted by a professional, a woman, and would it have been posted if I was a man? Who knows?
DUDE
Monday, November 13, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
So I'm dumb
Yesterday, I was overdue for a bike ride and really wanted some Scoop in Fairfax--20 miles up and 20 miles back. I got a double, that I couldn't finish, but yum--super creamy cookie dough and mint chip. Then I checked the bike, climbed back into the saddle and rode for a couple blocks. Hmm...something's wrong with the back tire. Oh, yeah the tire that had a bit of a hole that I patched over--the OUTSIDE. The patches are really for the tube that goes inside the tire. But, me-brilliant, poor and brilliant. Priscilla really needs a tune-up and tire care. I've had her for a year and ridden over 2000 miles in that time.
There I was in San Anselmo, listening to the hissing tire and trying to patch it over, because, did I mention? I'm dumb, or more acurately I was being dumb. And somehow cut my finger, so it was bleeding everywhere and getting blood and grease mixed-awesome! So I pumped some air in until it was full and decided to keep stopping and filling--because: me+bike=dumb. About a mile later, I pulled over and decided to actually change the tube, since that was part of the problem. Did this part go smoothly? Nope! I was trying to get the tube out and having a really hard time, before I realized the tire needed to be taken OFF the bike to change it. And I was fumbling my way through and trying not to get everything gross. Then I realized I had water, which could wash my cut out.
Finally I was back on the road. Along the bike route in Marin, which is a well-used route, there is a section that looks like a bike lane, but is really a shoulder--how do you know? Oh the giant cars that are parked in such a way that you can get stuck between them and the moving traffic. So I'm biking along and get honked at--People! I beg of you not to honk unless your life or the cyclist's life is in peril. Horns are loud for cars, but cars have metal and glass to deaden the noise. We cyclists, we have no protective metal, glass, and are on two very narrow tires. There's not a lot between us and the noise and us and the road. It may be difficult for drivers to see what we see, (and yes there are some cyclists that give us a bad name) but we're not out to get you drivers. Oh, so this loud horn honks at me--a couple in their 60's in their giant, expensive, gas-guzzling SUV, because I'm a biker, riding outside the shoulder. They open their window at the next light and yell at me about the bike lane as I try to explain that it's a shoulder. A SHOULDER--with cars parked all along the way. There's a whole thing about predictable riding that people don't sense. But I said a prayer for those b's anyway.
So it was forty miles in 4 hours, including the ice cream stop, the tire issues, road closures, and my lack of a brain.
There I was in San Anselmo, listening to the hissing tire and trying to patch it over, because, did I mention? I'm dumb, or more acurately I was being dumb. And somehow cut my finger, so it was bleeding everywhere and getting blood and grease mixed-awesome! So I pumped some air in until it was full and decided to keep stopping and filling--because: me+bike=dumb. About a mile later, I pulled over and decided to actually change the tube, since that was part of the problem. Did this part go smoothly? Nope! I was trying to get the tube out and having a really hard time, before I realized the tire needed to be taken OFF the bike to change it. And I was fumbling my way through and trying not to get everything gross. Then I realized I had water, which could wash my cut out.
Finally I was back on the road. Along the bike route in Marin, which is a well-used route, there is a section that looks like a bike lane, but is really a shoulder--how do you know? Oh the giant cars that are parked in such a way that you can get stuck between them and the moving traffic. So I'm biking along and get honked at--People! I beg of you not to honk unless your life or the cyclist's life is in peril. Horns are loud for cars, but cars have metal and glass to deaden the noise. We cyclists, we have no protective metal, glass, and are on two very narrow tires. There's not a lot between us and the noise and us and the road. It may be difficult for drivers to see what we see, (and yes there are some cyclists that give us a bad name) but we're not out to get you drivers. Oh, so this loud horn honks at me--a couple in their 60's in their giant, expensive, gas-guzzling SUV, because I'm a biker, riding outside the shoulder. They open their window at the next light and yell at me about the bike lane as I try to explain that it's a shoulder. A SHOULDER--with cars parked all along the way. There's a whole thing about predictable riding that people don't sense. But I said a prayer for those b's anyway.
So it was forty miles in 4 hours, including the ice cream stop, the tire issues, road closures, and my lack of a brain.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Three-O
Have you ever been so tired you can barely type? This isn't even half as tired as last night, or really this morning, as our heads hit the many beds in this one-bedroom apartment a little after 3 a.m. And now a lovely day with amazing friends--I am truly blessed.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Stunning skies, warm wind, and still climbing!
I know it's been months and I need to finish the story of the Ride. Only time for a quick update. Some people have wondered how much riding we've gotten in since the Ride. And the answer is: not as much as I'd like. Usually it's been once a week at most. Leading up to and returning from the pilgrimage it was less. When we got to L.A. we all agreed we wanted to keep up with riding to not lose the muscle, strength, and stamina we had gained. But riding is time-consuming and it's easier to find excuses when you allow them. There was no excuse when we knew 585 miles lay ahead. My recent rides, since returning from England have mostly been great climbs into the headlands, but have maxed at 20 miles and my last ride was more than 2 weeks ago-13.5 miles. Then it was family time and Marma's 90th birthday and then 10 days of sick with a cold.
So, with the gorgeous weather, and the last few long days, I got on the saddle. And rode 32 miles in a little over 2 hours. It is such a blessing to be on the Golden Gate Bridge with a sunset in the clear sky over the Bay. It's so easy to get caught up with life and busy-ness, but the insights and energy and renewal that come with rides are like nothing else. It's prayer-time. So, I'm committed to getting out on Friday.
As the weather gets colder, the days shorter, I'll find a gym--probably the Y, with spinning classes, and get outdoors as often as possible--that's what the tights and riding jacket are for!
So, with the gorgeous weather, and the last few long days, I got on the saddle. And rode 32 miles in a little over 2 hours. It is such a blessing to be on the Golden Gate Bridge with a sunset in the clear sky over the Bay. It's so easy to get caught up with life and busy-ness, but the insights and energy and renewal that come with rides are like nothing else. It's prayer-time. So, I'm committed to getting out on Friday.
As the weather gets colder, the days shorter, I'll find a gym--probably the Y, with spinning classes, and get outdoors as often as possible--that's what the tights and riding jacket are for!
Monday, September 18, 2006
Update
It's been a LONG while since blogging or climbing on the bike. Yesterday I got back on Priscilla after more than a month away!
The weather was perfect--so beautiful. What got me back on my bike--knowing how it clears my head, inspires me, and lifts me up.
I don't know if I will do the AIDS Ride again, but it has brought so many blessings, new friends, and new inspiration.
Will finish the AIDS Lifecycle stories!
The weather was perfect--so beautiful. What got me back on my bike--knowing how it clears my head, inspires me, and lifts me up.
I don't know if I will do the AIDS Ride again, but it has brought so many blessings, new friends, and new inspiration.
Will finish the AIDS Lifecycle stories!
Friday, July 07, 2006
A tribute to the Rest Stops and the Roadies
Even now, a month after the Ride, everytime I pass a porta-potty and catch a scent in the breeze, I'm transported back to the Ride. In expectation of the ride, I thought I'd find my way behind the porta-potties to a more natural setting, but I found myself far less of a princess than I expected.
There was nothing like seeing the Rest Stop 1 mile sign. It was within reach!
These places marked our day, showed us we were moving forward, held the promise of food and bladder relief,
in addition to comic relief
and gave our butts a moments rest from the saddle.
The roadies, who spent their days setting up the sites, planning the themes and costumes, serving, and cleaning up after us were incredible and worked tirelessly, making the ride so much more fun and easy! They truly rocked! Thank you Rowdie and Cami and all the Roadies!
There was nothing like seeing the Rest Stop 1 mile sign. It was within reach!
These places marked our day, showed us we were moving forward, held the promise of food and bladder relief,
in addition to comic relief
and gave our butts a moments rest from the saddle.
The roadies, who spent their days setting up the sites, planning the themes and costumes, serving, and cleaning up after us were incredible and worked tirelessly, making the ride so much more fun and easy! They truly rocked! Thank you Rowdie and Cami and all the Roadies!
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Day 5
It was a LONG ride... no, really, that's why it's taking me so long to tell you about it. Life hasn't been full and busy and the internet connections lame. It was the length of the ride.
Day 5, or Red Dress Day, is the shortest day on the ride. I woke up groggy, after the whole sleep apnea-neighbor thing. Wake up involves the resistance of opening your eyes and sitting upright. And then putting on the bike clothes and then your sweats back over those--helping you adjust to the reality that you will be getting back in the saddle again. Then it was over to the med tent and had my road rash re-bandaged to protect it, and took my puffy-faced self to breakfast. As I was getting coffee and water for mate--caffeine please--a BIG woman asked "where's your red dress? I bet you look goooood in a red dress." No caffeine: no response. But no red dress for me, just a red jersey. And the sweet excitement at a shorter day--49 miles.
Seeing all the Red Dresses was a hilarious way to start off. Some of the faster, early-to-get-out crowd hung around later than usual, not wanting to get into camp before the gear trucks.
Donald's lovely coordination and big white hat was my favorite!
Hills did await us ahead! My gears were a bit funky and the looming climbs pushed me to bike maintenance at Rest Stop 1. I dropped my bike off with the mechanic and he took care of it while I went to the potty line. It was ready when I was and he said the derailer had been bent--did anyone kick it? Who would kick Priscilla? Or did you fall? Maybe... All fixed and ready to climb on.
The hill was a great place to see the red ribbon of red-dressed riders.
Jennifer, who we knew from training rides, rode out with us that morning, but quickly disappeared. At Lunch, we ran into her and she said "how do you guys stay together?" We all looked at each other and laughed at the simplicity of it--because we choose to, because that makes the ride so much more enjoyable and meaningful for us, because we are looking out for one another. And riding "alone" is kinda boring.
This is the day... the day when it happened. You fear all week that something like this could happen, but never really think it will, but then it happened to me. It's gross, but it's true. I dropped my leg warmer IN. THE. PORTA. POTTY. Ewwww. Ew. Ew. Just on top, but EWWWW, so gross.
Then it was on from lunch and another 12 miles to camp in Lompoc. We were hoping for massages--20 minute massages sounded like heaven. We arrived, parked, and headed straight to the massage tent where the lines were about and hour and half long. No thank you! We'll use the bolsters and stretch. We chose not to take the shuttles into town, again--the logistics, and instead to wash our clothes--did I mention the porta-potty incident??? and get a little organized. It was the talent show that night--hilarious, esp. with our punchy background conversations.
Then it was off to bed. Sweet dreams, until the neighbor's alarm goes off and he sleeps through it while we're all awake.
Two days to go..
Day 5, or Red Dress Day, is the shortest day on the ride. I woke up groggy, after the whole sleep apnea-neighbor thing. Wake up involves the resistance of opening your eyes and sitting upright. And then putting on the bike clothes and then your sweats back over those--helping you adjust to the reality that you will be getting back in the saddle again. Then it was over to the med tent and had my road rash re-bandaged to protect it, and took my puffy-faced self to breakfast. As I was getting coffee and water for mate--caffeine please--a BIG woman asked "where's your red dress? I bet you look goooood in a red dress." No caffeine: no response. But no red dress for me, just a red jersey. And the sweet excitement at a shorter day--49 miles.
Seeing all the Red Dresses was a hilarious way to start off. Some of the faster, early-to-get-out crowd hung around later than usual, not wanting to get into camp before the gear trucks.
Donald's lovely coordination and big white hat was my favorite!
Hills did await us ahead! My gears were a bit funky and the looming climbs pushed me to bike maintenance at Rest Stop 1. I dropped my bike off with the mechanic and he took care of it while I went to the potty line. It was ready when I was and he said the derailer had been bent--did anyone kick it? Who would kick Priscilla? Or did you fall? Maybe... All fixed and ready to climb on.
The hill was a great place to see the red ribbon of red-dressed riders.
Jennifer, who we knew from training rides, rode out with us that morning, but quickly disappeared. At Lunch, we ran into her and she said "how do you guys stay together?" We all looked at each other and laughed at the simplicity of it--because we choose to, because that makes the ride so much more enjoyable and meaningful for us, because we are looking out for one another. And riding "alone" is kinda boring.
This is the day... the day when it happened. You fear all week that something like this could happen, but never really think it will, but then it happened to me. It's gross, but it's true. I dropped my leg warmer IN. THE. PORTA. POTTY. Ewwww. Ew. Ew. Just on top, but EWWWW, so gross.
Then it was on from lunch and another 12 miles to camp in Lompoc. We were hoping for massages--20 minute massages sounded like heaven. We arrived, parked, and headed straight to the massage tent where the lines were about and hour and half long. No thank you! We'll use the bolsters and stretch. We chose not to take the shuttles into town, again--the logistics, and instead to wash our clothes--did I mention the porta-potty incident??? and get a little organized. It was the talent show that night--hilarious, esp. with our punchy background conversations.
Then it was off to bed. Sweet dreams, until the neighbor's alarm goes off and he sleeps through it while we're all awake.
Two days to go..
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
What are you waiting for?
I will continue updating you on the rest of the Ride in the coming days.
2005 and into 2006 were incredibly challenging and rough times for me, with much uncertainty, growing, loss, and grief. It was incredibly difficult to maintain a prayer life and my sense of spirituality. Yet, it was also an incredible time of support and care from family and friends. I had wanted to do the AIDS ride last year, but didn't know where I'd be living, what I'd be doing, so I put it off.
I signed up for AIDS lifecycle 5 still not knowing, and realizing it didn't matter.
With the help of incredible donors, we raised over $4000 to go toward the $8 million dollars to care for HIV and AIDS patients and find an end to this insidious disease.
In the week following the ride I found myself wiped out, and then not so wiped, but watching too much t.v., drinking too much wine, eating too many bad foods, and just low-energy. And I realized I was scared to see that this experience, the ride, the training, the conversations, have broken me open, have invigorated me. Doing this with the incredible support of my new congregation, with friends and family always encouraging and asking about it is what kept me going. At some point, I knew I had to do it. And it crept up over time. Each day of the ride was a little closer.
Before beginning training, I was terrified at the thought of a 40 mile ride, had to work hard to climb a hill, never mind my first 100 mile day being in the midst of about 550 miles. And with fellow riders, laughing, and struggling, and just keep spinning. Oftentimes it was silly and funny, sometimes it was just hard and irritating, and then there were the moments of incredible grace. Dartagnon came to mind often. Steve shared that Daphne and Earl, 2 parishioners I adored and said prayers over their bodies, and was a part of their transition, had cheered him on the Ride a few years ago. And so many other blessings. Tears come just reflecting on this gift you all share.
Thank you!
And what about you? What is something you have long been wanting to do? A goal you have set? But it just hasn't been the right time, or the resources aren't there, you don't have the skills or abilities, or you're not ready. Go out and try the first step. Take it bit by bit and make it happen. Ask for help. Say your prayers. See your own strength, your ability. The blessings from such challenges are incredible!
2005 and into 2006 were incredibly challenging and rough times for me, with much uncertainty, growing, loss, and grief. It was incredibly difficult to maintain a prayer life and my sense of spirituality. Yet, it was also an incredible time of support and care from family and friends. I had wanted to do the AIDS ride last year, but didn't know where I'd be living, what I'd be doing, so I put it off.
I signed up for AIDS lifecycle 5 still not knowing, and realizing it didn't matter.
With the help of incredible donors, we raised over $4000 to go toward the $8 million dollars to care for HIV and AIDS patients and find an end to this insidious disease.
In the week following the ride I found myself wiped out, and then not so wiped, but watching too much t.v., drinking too much wine, eating too many bad foods, and just low-energy. And I realized I was scared to see that this experience, the ride, the training, the conversations, have broken me open, have invigorated me. Doing this with the incredible support of my new congregation, with friends and family always encouraging and asking about it is what kept me going. At some point, I knew I had to do it. And it crept up over time. Each day of the ride was a little closer.
Before beginning training, I was terrified at the thought of a 40 mile ride, had to work hard to climb a hill, never mind my first 100 mile day being in the midst of about 550 miles. And with fellow riders, laughing, and struggling, and just keep spinning. Oftentimes it was silly and funny, sometimes it was just hard and irritating, and then there were the moments of incredible grace. Dartagnon came to mind often. Steve shared that Daphne and Earl, 2 parishioners I adored and said prayers over their bodies, and was a part of their transition, had cheered him on the Ride a few years ago. And so many other blessings. Tears come just reflecting on this gift you all share.
Thank you!
And what about you? What is something you have long been wanting to do? A goal you have set? But it just hasn't been the right time, or the resources aren't there, you don't have the skills or abilities, or you're not ready. Go out and try the first step. Take it bit by bit and make it happen. Ask for help. Say your prayers. See your own strength, your ability. The blessings from such challenges are incredible!
Go Team Virgin
Some of you have asked about the Team Virgin Jersey--not many people noticed or commented. Maybe they were reflecting on their spiritual lives and those of the saints...
One woman did ask, "does that mean Mary is your homegirl?"
I am a goofy, white girl from the burbs, I don't have homegirls, and Mary--not my homegirl.
But no one even asked about the Virgin!!!
One woman did ask, "does that mean Mary is your homegirl?"
I am a goofy, white girl from the burbs, I don't have homegirls, and Mary--not my homegirl.
But no one even asked about the Virgin!!!
Saturday, June 24, 2006
How many tons???
It's difficult to convey the infrastructure, the organization, and supplies and support that go into the Ride but hopefully this gives you an idea.
FUN FACTS
Participants:
1,800+ cyclists
425+ volunteer roadies
Oldest: 78-years-old
Youngest: 18-years-old
40 states are represented
7 countries are represented: (U.S., France, Germany, Holland, England, Canada, Israel, China, Spain)+Ivory Coast
Travel Route:
585 miles
55 towns/jurisdictions
8 counties
Food: (this is the part that is incredible)
38,000 eggs
43,500 pounds of ice
10,000 Clif bars
1,000 Luna bars --never saw these, maybe b/c there were only 1000
14,000 gallons of water
2 tons of chicken --this is where I say "ew" I did a vegetarian option but did enjoy a bit of meat, but 2 TONS!!!? ew
2 tons of oatmeal
5,000 pounds of vegetables
350 gallons of coffee
550 gallons of milk
1,000 pounds of pasta
Supplies:
874 portable toilets --these were cleaned out in between site and very well used
18,000 pc's of "butt balm"
1,250 sleeping tents--we picked up our tents from gear trucks and took them to our sites to set up
FUN FACTS
Participants:
1,800+ cyclists
425+ volunteer roadies
Oldest: 78-years-old
Youngest: 18-years-old
40 states are represented
7 countries are represented: (U.S., France, Germany, Holland, England, Canada, Israel, China, Spain)+Ivory Coast
Travel Route:
585 miles
55 towns/jurisdictions
8 counties
Food: (this is the part that is incredible)
38,000 eggs
43,500 pounds of ice
10,000 Clif bars
1,000 Luna bars --never saw these, maybe b/c there were only 1000
14,000 gallons of water
2 tons of chicken --this is where I say "ew" I did a vegetarian option but did enjoy a bit of meat, but 2 TONS!!!? ew
2 tons of oatmeal
5,000 pounds of vegetables
350 gallons of coffee
550 gallons of milk
1,000 pounds of pasta
Supplies:
874 portable toilets --these were cleaned out in between site and very well used
18,000 pc's of "butt balm"
1,250 sleeping tents--we picked up our tents from gear trucks and took them to our sites to set up
Friday, June 23, 2006
Day Four
We woke at about 5 or so in Paso Robles--I never carried a clock away from the bike, dressed, ate breakfast-watching the yoga and morning dancers, (watching being the key) packed up, and delivered the tents and gear to the trucks. We got to the bike and noticed we had a few additions to our group for the day--Makoto and Mandana were going to endure to make it to the Hot Springs! We were taking some time getting air in the tires and the air pumps weren't working, but eventually managed. Oh no! I took my gloves out to wash them--they were in serious need! And now they are packed in the gear truck. The bike maintenance people don't have any, but keep an eye out for a shop on the road. Oh well.
This was a climby, rolling hills morning. As usual, the morning's were much easier--butts not hurting too much and we're rolling. We were on a strict schedule to get to and through the stops efficiently and quickly. Wait in the porta-potty lines and someone will pick up the snacks and we'll eat, pee, and roll.
After another climb up--
oh, the guy we're pointing at, just happened to pop into the picture--no idea who he is! He just joined in!
We're halfway to LA! There were about 5 or 6 signs to take pics with, thanks to a very smart person. Shayne shared his iced, blended mocha--SO Good!
(*editor's note: notice the lovely, clean, unharmed left arm on the Team Virgin girl) (okay, clean is a very relative word on the road, but unscathed is a good one)
After our pics, it was an incredibly beautiful descend toward the coast--yeah! Cooler air! Beautiful scenery. Dolphins playing in the ocean. And then a turn a bit more inland.
We had lunch and got back on the road. We were passing Rest Stop 3 and making a "wrong" turn, oops, a little lost... oh no, let's ask for directions! Oh this lovely hotel looks like a good place to ask and refill our water. Oh and if we must--a dip in the hot springs up, up and in the midst of the oaks. What? flushable toilets? Okay. Big showers? Okay. Hair dryers? Okay. The springs were so beautiful and relaxing.
What were we thinking??? Getting back on those bikes? With 20 miles to go, it didn't seem so bad. Mandana was smart to SAG at the next water stop. This one time at bike camp... I stuffed my wet swim suit top in my jersey--kept me cool in the heat.
We road toward camp and stopped for the M & M people, who had fresh STRAWBERRIES--yum! But there was a dark cloud over the occasion with fire trucks, plural, and sirens ahead at the freeway on-ramp. We only knew at the time that a cyclist was involved and found out later a car had cut a cyclist off without enough time to react. We stayed with the m&m people longer, hoping the accident could clear up. One of these generous people was a bit pushy about eating his chips ahoy--not a fave of mine and kept trying to shove them in our mouths--eww. And it did NOT taste like strawberry shortcake. The strawberries were delicious!!
The accident seemed to be clearing and we were rolling--only to find a GIANT, meaning unexpected, steep, and we're relaxed from hot springs, climb. The road was incredibly busy with traffic flying by us. There was more traffic and more rolling hills. Shayne and Makoto took off ahead and Kelly, Kelsey, and I rode together. I entertained us with the mayor story.
And then...dum dum, da DUMB... I got our adrenaline pumping hard and fast when I noticed something sticking out of my back jersey pocket, which were brimming... and lost my balance, swerved and fell into the traffic lane. Kelly reached and yelled. Kelsey was quick to stop and climb off her bike. I hit the ground and immediately pulled myself off to the side. I'm fine, I'm fine. Oh, I think my heart is pumping a bit fast. Breathe. No I'm really fine. Let's take a minute. How much do I love my friends?
This was the moment that made long days all worth it, that made grumpy comments worth every second, Kelly and Kelsey just there with me. I was surrounded and cared for. And Kelsey, who was starting nursing school the next week, checking my wounds. And rolling, still shaken, but rolling. Remember how I forgot my gloves? A little bruised and battered, but a wet swimsuit is a nice cool compress/glove.
And into Rest Stop 4!! Or not--"if you ride in here, you will be sagged." But we HAVE TO PEE!!! So we stopped at a gas station in this strange town. No, this giant store and gas station has no bathroom. Okay, it's only 8 miles. Or is it? We met up with some others at the end of the group and they had found somewhere to use the bathroom. Our butts hurt, this isn't funny. Not funny. But we're almost there....really...really?...Kelsey, how are you doing? The pain in this woman's face-my bladder is more than full. There's a school and a park and bathrooms--let's go. Oh, and BIG men hanging out. And we're three women who have hydrated to the point of pain.
I think we're going to be the caboose--almost. Camp--let's see a dismount Kelly! But watch out for Jen running into you. Shayne was there cheering people in, oh how much he had missed!! We parked the bikes and there's the caboose!
Dinner first, Kelly, Shayne, and Mandana were off to their hotels. Mandana's wallet was lost, I found out on my messages, later, since I was off showering and having my wound dressed, so I could sleep and keep it clean the next day. Too bad I missed Charlie searching through our tent for the wallet--thieves!! Intruders!! Bruised and a little battered, it was time for bed. Never try to hug the paved road--it's not for loving.
Sleep, sleep! Oh, but Rowdie has sleep apnea--snoring, wait, wheezing--BREATHE!! BREATHE!! I guess he'll survive the night. I'm back to sleep.
This was a climby, rolling hills morning. As usual, the morning's were much easier--butts not hurting too much and we're rolling. We were on a strict schedule to get to and through the stops efficiently and quickly. Wait in the porta-potty lines and someone will pick up the snacks and we'll eat, pee, and roll.
After another climb up--
oh, the guy we're pointing at, just happened to pop into the picture--no idea who he is! He just joined in!
We're halfway to LA! There were about 5 or 6 signs to take pics with, thanks to a very smart person. Shayne shared his iced, blended mocha--SO Good!
(*editor's note: notice the lovely, clean, unharmed left arm on the Team Virgin girl) (okay, clean is a very relative word on the road, but unscathed is a good one)
After our pics, it was an incredibly beautiful descend toward the coast--yeah! Cooler air! Beautiful scenery. Dolphins playing in the ocean. And then a turn a bit more inland.
We had lunch and got back on the road. We were passing Rest Stop 3 and making a "wrong" turn, oops, a little lost... oh no, let's ask for directions! Oh this lovely hotel looks like a good place to ask and refill our water. Oh and if we must--a dip in the hot springs up, up and in the midst of the oaks. What? flushable toilets? Okay. Big showers? Okay. Hair dryers? Okay. The springs were so beautiful and relaxing.
What were we thinking??? Getting back on those bikes? With 20 miles to go, it didn't seem so bad. Mandana was smart to SAG at the next water stop. This one time at bike camp... I stuffed my wet swim suit top in my jersey--kept me cool in the heat.
We road toward camp and stopped for the M & M people, who had fresh STRAWBERRIES--yum! But there was a dark cloud over the occasion with fire trucks, plural, and sirens ahead at the freeway on-ramp. We only knew at the time that a cyclist was involved and found out later a car had cut a cyclist off without enough time to react. We stayed with the m&m people longer, hoping the accident could clear up. One of these generous people was a bit pushy about eating his chips ahoy--not a fave of mine and kept trying to shove them in our mouths--eww. And it did NOT taste like strawberry shortcake. The strawberries were delicious!!
The accident seemed to be clearing and we were rolling--only to find a GIANT, meaning unexpected, steep, and we're relaxed from hot springs, climb. The road was incredibly busy with traffic flying by us. There was more traffic and more rolling hills. Shayne and Makoto took off ahead and Kelly, Kelsey, and I rode together. I entertained us with the mayor story.
And then...dum dum, da DUMB... I got our adrenaline pumping hard and fast when I noticed something sticking out of my back jersey pocket, which were brimming... and lost my balance, swerved and fell into the traffic lane. Kelly reached and yelled. Kelsey was quick to stop and climb off her bike. I hit the ground and immediately pulled myself off to the side. I'm fine, I'm fine. Oh, I think my heart is pumping a bit fast. Breathe. No I'm really fine. Let's take a minute. How much do I love my friends?
This was the moment that made long days all worth it, that made grumpy comments worth every second, Kelly and Kelsey just there with me. I was surrounded and cared for. And Kelsey, who was starting nursing school the next week, checking my wounds. And rolling, still shaken, but rolling. Remember how I forgot my gloves? A little bruised and battered, but a wet swimsuit is a nice cool compress/glove.
And into Rest Stop 4!! Or not--"if you ride in here, you will be sagged." But we HAVE TO PEE!!! So we stopped at a gas station in this strange town. No, this giant store and gas station has no bathroom. Okay, it's only 8 miles. Or is it? We met up with some others at the end of the group and they had found somewhere to use the bathroom. Our butts hurt, this isn't funny. Not funny. But we're almost there....really...really?...Kelsey, how are you doing? The pain in this woman's face-my bladder is more than full. There's a school and a park and bathrooms--let's go. Oh, and BIG men hanging out. And we're three women who have hydrated to the point of pain.
I think we're going to be the caboose--almost. Camp--let's see a dismount Kelly! But watch out for Jen running into you. Shayne was there cheering people in, oh how much he had missed!! We parked the bikes and there's the caboose!
Dinner first, Kelly, Shayne, and Mandana were off to their hotels. Mandana's wallet was lost, I found out on my messages, later, since I was off showering and having my wound dressed, so I could sleep and keep it clean the next day. Too bad I missed Charlie searching through our tent for the wallet--thieves!! Intruders!! Bruised and a little battered, it was time for bed. Never try to hug the paved road--it's not for loving.
Sleep, sleep! Oh, but Rowdie has sleep apnea--snoring, wait, wheezing--BREATHE!! BREATHE!! I guess he'll survive the night. I'm back to sleep.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Day Three-Why are we doing this ride?
I think it's MS, children with too few barbies...Oh right! HIV and AIDS-and that is how we kept going on Day 3.
We began our day without streching, yoga, but with a full-size break and then time to get on the road, after packing up the tents, finding Mandana after her princess night (aka hotel-stay) and getting our tires air, and don't forget the MoJo!
We rolled out and pedaled and pedaled and saw some serious road-kill in the midst of the vineyards. I forgot to mention the snake-kill and the LIVE snake from Day 2 that was in the middle of the bike path, trying to get out and coming right at me!!! But Day 3 was more eclectic road kill with the bird-kill area. And the funny wineries--Grey Wolf, the winery stop that was being built in the shape of a Disney castle.
Where's Mandana? She rode ahead. We waited and waited at the porta potties at Rest Stop 2 and waited! And we were getting ready to roll when Mandana! She was at the SAG stop to be carried on her way in a lovely air-conditioned bus with videos! She was also trying to hide!! But we found her out, wished her well and hit the road to QUADBUSTER.
Quadbuster gets compared to White's Hill, which I've been over a number of times--I see no resemblance. I think Quadbuster is steeper, faster and nevermind that it comes after a couple hundred miles of riding already! And you can SEE the entire thing!!@! The mind is an amazing tool. Chickenlady stopped along the way and dropped sparkly eggs for riders. There were people riding back down, for another ride up the steep, LONG hill-did I mention how long!!, and some were calling out the names of people affected by this AIDS. Some were riding to cheer the slower folks up and over. There were dancers, singers, and people willing to give a push--if you stay to the right and look pathetic, as Kelly said.
We did it! We all did it and celebrated!
After quadbuster it was just HOT and a long way of boring flats. It was pretty, but consistent, and long and flat!!! We were grumpy. When was this going to end??? Then we got to the stop with HUGE sugary blue pops! But those didn't compare to the beauty of standing under the air-conditioner in the store!
We had lunch in the teeny, tiny town of Bradley, pop. 120 . They sell hamburgers and complete their fundraising for their school on this one day. It's pretty windy and we were getting sillier, then we hit the road and had to endure miles of bumpy, scary freeway time on 101.
Rest Stop 4 was the after-prom, complete with pregnant partiers...
at a church
The last ten miles was where my punchiness was at a new level. Punchy Jen is a scary and hilarious thing to endure. We were all so tired and silly. This one time I went on a bike ride... and then this one time at bike camp... we saw a mailbox shaped like a horse. Oops, try to stay on the road. The road where Michael, my neighbor, hit a HUGE hole and fell and needed stitches and gained a bruise to end all bruises (pics to follow later).
Who's the idiot, who's already tired and punchy and at the end of a 90 or so mile day, taking pictures from the bike??? That would be the braintrust-me.
We began our day without streching, yoga, but with a full-size break and then time to get on the road, after packing up the tents, finding Mandana after her princess night (aka hotel-stay) and getting our tires air, and don't forget the MoJo!
We rolled out and pedaled and pedaled and saw some serious road-kill in the midst of the vineyards. I forgot to mention the snake-kill and the LIVE snake from Day 2 that was in the middle of the bike path, trying to get out and coming right at me!!! But Day 3 was more eclectic road kill with the bird-kill area. And the funny wineries--Grey Wolf, the winery stop that was being built in the shape of a Disney castle.
Where's Mandana? She rode ahead. We waited and waited at the porta potties at Rest Stop 2 and waited! And we were getting ready to roll when Mandana! She was at the SAG stop to be carried on her way in a lovely air-conditioned bus with videos! She was also trying to hide!! But we found her out, wished her well and hit the road to QUADBUSTER.
Quadbuster gets compared to White's Hill, which I've been over a number of times--I see no resemblance. I think Quadbuster is steeper, faster and nevermind that it comes after a couple hundred miles of riding already! And you can SEE the entire thing!!@! The mind is an amazing tool. Chickenlady stopped along the way and dropped sparkly eggs for riders. There were people riding back down, for another ride up the steep, LONG hill-did I mention how long!!, and some were calling out the names of people affected by this AIDS. Some were riding to cheer the slower folks up and over. There were dancers, singers, and people willing to give a push--if you stay to the right and look pathetic, as Kelly said.
We did it! We all did it and celebrated!
After quadbuster it was just HOT and a long way of boring flats. It was pretty, but consistent, and long and flat!!! We were grumpy. When was this going to end??? Then we got to the stop with HUGE sugary blue pops! But those didn't compare to the beauty of standing under the air-conditioner in the store!
We had lunch in the teeny, tiny town of Bradley, pop. 120 . They sell hamburgers and complete their fundraising for their school on this one day. It's pretty windy and we were getting sillier, then we hit the road and had to endure miles of bumpy, scary freeway time on 101.
Rest Stop 4 was the after-prom, complete with pregnant partiers...
at a church
The last ten miles was where my punchiness was at a new level. Punchy Jen is a scary and hilarious thing to endure. We were all so tired and silly. This one time I went on a bike ride... and then this one time at bike camp... we saw a mailbox shaped like a horse. Oops, try to stay on the road. The road where Michael, my neighbor, hit a HUGE hole and fell and needed stitches and gained a bruise to end all bruises (pics to follow later).
Who's the idiot, who's already tired and punchy and at the end of a 90 or so mile day, taking pictures from the bike??? That would be the braintrust-me.
FAQs
*How much did you train?
I bought my bike in November, went to Mississippi for 10 days, returned home, turned 29 with a blazing fever and some weird Katrina disease, slowly improved with a newfound love of antibiotics, and rode about 12 miles every few days. Then I accepted my new job, left the old one, and was sick again, but just a cough/head cold/energy-draining thing. Oh, and then I moved to S.F. I truly began training in January and had to buy a "trainer" to hook my bike into at home, due to the tremendous rains. I trained alone, because I was so nervous about my ability. One of my first rides out, on my virgin ride over the Golden Gate, once I found it, was up over the Headlands--a serious climb and didn't I know it! My short, solo rides made me fear my ability to ride with others
I joined the Friday training rides, met people, and kept up--phew! By May we were supposed to be training about 20-25 hours a week, mostly on the bike. I was probably close to the 20 hrs per week, with my longest ride being 78 miles on day of the ride. It made me nervous to see those people riding out for the weekend, when I was off electing a bishop and working!
*Do you carry your gear?
There is an incredible group of roadies who take our gear and tents along with mobile showers, and our whole AIDS ride city to the next site. At the end of the day we pick up our tents, our luggage and find our spot, then it's off to the showers in trailers--great water pressure and heat and don't make me leave the shower-ever!! Except for food, and sleep--if only we could do all three together.
*How does your body feel?
My muscles were sore on the last day-hah! Surprise! I was WIPED out for the first few days, but am coming back and slowly getting back into riding and running and using my body again.
*How was it?
It was a great experience of support, of being able to "just ride", of riding with such a diversity of people, of feeling fully supported, of knowing that there was no shame in being picked up/SAGged and getting to enjoy the pride of riding, as Daniel said, EFI-every f-ing inch. Some days felt SO long and most felt like a couple days. I slept hard in that tent city. I fell only once-not surprisingly due to messing around/carelessness. There were a couple rude people, but the kind, funny people so out-weighed them. It was a pilgrimmage--sacramental. Coming back to regular life is still jarring--it shook me up in a good way! I wish I had found the right saddle...
It was wonderful, I would do it again, and I often thought of my own amazing community at St. Mary's, amongst my friends, and of Dartagnan, all children affected by this disease, and my dear friend, who I have often watched taking his cocktail of drugs on an empty stomach.
I found new friendships with people who are invaluable and will last a lifetime! We stayed together and needed one another and depended on each other in so many unexpected ways. What a blessing!
Let me know of more questions! This is truly a shared experience--riding is still such a small part of the whole!
I bought my bike in November, went to Mississippi for 10 days, returned home, turned 29 with a blazing fever and some weird Katrina disease, slowly improved with a newfound love of antibiotics, and rode about 12 miles every few days. Then I accepted my new job, left the old one, and was sick again, but just a cough/head cold/energy-draining thing. Oh, and then I moved to S.F. I truly began training in January and had to buy a "trainer" to hook my bike into at home, due to the tremendous rains. I trained alone, because I was so nervous about my ability. One of my first rides out, on my virgin ride over the Golden Gate, once I found it, was up over the Headlands--a serious climb and didn't I know it! My short, solo rides made me fear my ability to ride with others
I joined the Friday training rides, met people, and kept up--phew! By May we were supposed to be training about 20-25 hours a week, mostly on the bike. I was probably close to the 20 hrs per week, with my longest ride being 78 miles on day of the ride. It made me nervous to see those people riding out for the weekend, when I was off electing a bishop and working!
*Do you carry your gear?
There is an incredible group of roadies who take our gear and tents along with mobile showers, and our whole AIDS ride city to the next site. At the end of the day we pick up our tents, our luggage and find our spot, then it's off to the showers in trailers--great water pressure and heat and don't make me leave the shower-ever!! Except for food, and sleep--if only we could do all three together.
*How does your body feel?
My muscles were sore on the last day-hah! Surprise! I was WIPED out for the first few days, but am coming back and slowly getting back into riding and running and using my body again.
*How was it?
It was a great experience of support, of being able to "just ride", of riding with such a diversity of people, of feeling fully supported, of knowing that there was no shame in being picked up/SAGged and getting to enjoy the pride of riding, as Daniel said, EFI-every f-ing inch. Some days felt SO long and most felt like a couple days. I slept hard in that tent city. I fell only once-not surprisingly due to messing around/carelessness. There were a couple rude people, but the kind, funny people so out-weighed them. It was a pilgrimmage--sacramental. Coming back to regular life is still jarring--it shook me up in a good way! I wish I had found the right saddle...
It was wonderful, I would do it again, and I often thought of my own amazing community at St. Mary's, amongst my friends, and of Dartagnan, all children affected by this disease, and my dear friend, who I have often watched taking his cocktail of drugs on an empty stomach.
I found new friendships with people who are invaluable and will last a lifetime! We stayed together and needed one another and depended on each other in so many unexpected ways. What a blessing!
Let me know of more questions! This is truly a shared experience--riding is still such a small part of the whole!
Friday, June 16, 2006
Special Note
A special note to the Nishi's, who will fly to their new city of Ann Arbor, Michigan, taking all their special children,
and especially my sweet, sweet goddaughter, Lauren Jennifer, aka Ren,
who now calls me Jennifer, but still sometimes it's Abeck!
Oh, I'm going to have to visit just to see that smile! We love you all! You are very much in our thoughts, prayers, and hearts!
and especially my sweet, sweet goddaughter, Lauren Jennifer, aka Ren,
who now calls me Jennifer, but still sometimes it's Abeck!
Oh, I'm going to have to visit just to see that smile! We love you all! You are very much in our thoughts, prayers, and hearts!
Day Two
Did I mention the late night (like, 8 p.m.) stop at the med tent. Some of the guys were in need of band aids for their nipples--must have been a rough day one!
Jennifer...wake up...
5:00 a.m.? 5:30 a.m.? It don't matter-it comes EARLY either way, when Kelly beckons. And add to that poor Mandana's not being able to sleep with the snorers in our tent village, some of whom were about a foot away on a couple sides, so in the night, as her ear plugs weren't in, I awoke to "shh" "quiet". The snoring was loud and an indication of the week. She got the eaer plugs to work and was soothed by the thought of her sweet hotel room the next night. We quickly dressed, (on Kelly's rec. our clothes were in our sleeping bags with us--a greatly appreciated thing in S.C. because our tent was dripping wet) pulled sweats over cycling gear and took our puffy-eyed selves by the bathrooms and onto a breakfast of eggs, oatmeal, meat, and whatever else could be piled on our plates. Then it was over to yoga, the yoga-nazi, who had us stretching and waking and holding poses under amazing redwoods
We packed up the rest of our gear and tents, dropped them off at the gear trucks, who would drive them onto King City. We found our bikes, peed, waited in the line for air, got our MO-O-O-J-O-O- from the Mojo man, had our butts blessed, but the butt-blessing lady and were rolling- or so we thought... It was treacherous getting out of Santa Cruz, with all the traffic and traffic lights. Cyclists were anxious to get moving and this added at least an hour to our day. But Aptos and Soquel were supportive with coffee and sweet kids cheering us along.
It was a 105.4 mile day--so I'll give you the highlights. Shayne and I took off ahead, rode past the artichokes, were almost thwarted by a live snake in the path, and were pushed out of the closing rest stop 2. We decided to meet Kelly, Bob, and Mandana (Kelsey went out way ahead this day and we never SAW her!) As we were enjoying an incredible tailwind to lunch, I remembered my sister was supposed to be having a baby and sent special prayers. We all re-gathered at lunch in Salinas and I borrowed Kelly's phone, before the sweepers were pushing us out, and it's a girl! But no name. But she has a name now--
Naia Malle Bordeau, 7 lb 14 oz was born and kept me going on that century.
I had tears at not being there for her birth and tears in thanksgiving for being right there on the ride!
Then it was time for the long haul--when your butt is hurting something bad, your tired, and we're inland with the winds hitting us and the dust moving. It was Steinbeck country and so beautiful, but the miles were long, on top of the previous days early wake and 80 miles, so it was a lot to take in. Shayne and I moved ahead and then he developed some sort of monster turbo engines that took him to Rest Stop 3--we barely even noticed the toilet stop on the way. Rest Stop 3 was a dust stop. We all rode together from there. Mandana wasn't sure she was going to make it, but Kelly had urged her this far and she was still going. There was definite fatigue before the water stop/otter pop stop at Mission Soledad and it was rough-going.
But we made it there and were reminded why we do this
The sweet chapel at the mission had a frontal where we could write messages and remember people and why we ride--very powerful places, filled with Spirit and tears. It was a beautiful chapel--I'd love to go back, and likely will. I lit a candle for Dartagnan, for all those who mourn, and for celebration that we will conquer this ugly disease.
We rode out, passed the skinny-dippers along the way--no time to stop,
because the cookie-lady was coming up! Kelly's knowledge and promises were always true and awesome, even though she had to carry the load of ride leader--we were all SO thankful! --don't get between me and a cookie--Ride to Eat
Then it was a stop at Camp Sorebuhm,
and we were riding out to avoid the sweep in.
And we all DID IT!!! 105.4 miles--maybe a bit more, because route sheets lie--and don't think a couple miles don't matter!!! But we did it!! And although this is a LOOONG post, it's nothing compared to over 12 hours out and a 105.4!!!miles after and 80 mile day and before Quadbuster
I think this was the day we got in so late, we rushed to set up tents, take showers, and then-- oh shit! Dinner closes at 9--we were there at 8:58. As I stood in the vegetarian line, I talked to the guy behind me and after a few minutes we realized he was on his second dinner, which is common in camp, and I was on my FIRST. We had just met, but he was so empathetic and rubbing my shoulder, saying "oh my gosh"! We met up with Donald, on his second dinner, and laughed and talked and ate and then suddenly we were asleep, after peeing, again, of course.
Jennifer...wake up...
5:00 a.m.? 5:30 a.m.? It don't matter-it comes EARLY either way, when Kelly beckons. And add to that poor Mandana's not being able to sleep with the snorers in our tent village, some of whom were about a foot away on a couple sides, so in the night, as her ear plugs weren't in, I awoke to "shh" "quiet". The snoring was loud and an indication of the week. She got the eaer plugs to work and was soothed by the thought of her sweet hotel room the next night. We quickly dressed, (on Kelly's rec. our clothes were in our sleeping bags with us--a greatly appreciated thing in S.C. because our tent was dripping wet) pulled sweats over cycling gear and took our puffy-eyed selves by the bathrooms and onto a breakfast of eggs, oatmeal, meat, and whatever else could be piled on our plates. Then it was over to yoga, the yoga-nazi, who had us stretching and waking and holding poses under amazing redwoods
We packed up the rest of our gear and tents, dropped them off at the gear trucks, who would drive them onto King City. We found our bikes, peed, waited in the line for air, got our MO-O-O-J-O-O- from the Mojo man, had our butts blessed, but the butt-blessing lady and were rolling- or so we thought... It was treacherous getting out of Santa Cruz, with all the traffic and traffic lights. Cyclists were anxious to get moving and this added at least an hour to our day. But Aptos and Soquel were supportive with coffee and sweet kids cheering us along.
It was a 105.4 mile day--so I'll give you the highlights. Shayne and I took off ahead, rode past the artichokes, were almost thwarted by a live snake in the path, and were pushed out of the closing rest stop 2. We decided to meet Kelly, Bob, and Mandana (Kelsey went out way ahead this day and we never SAW her!) As we were enjoying an incredible tailwind to lunch, I remembered my sister was supposed to be having a baby and sent special prayers. We all re-gathered at lunch in Salinas and I borrowed Kelly's phone, before the sweepers were pushing us out, and it's a girl! But no name. But she has a name now--
Naia Malle Bordeau, 7 lb 14 oz was born and kept me going on that century.
I had tears at not being there for her birth and tears in thanksgiving for being right there on the ride!
Then it was time for the long haul--when your butt is hurting something bad, your tired, and we're inland with the winds hitting us and the dust moving. It was Steinbeck country and so beautiful, but the miles were long, on top of the previous days early wake and 80 miles, so it was a lot to take in. Shayne and I moved ahead and then he developed some sort of monster turbo engines that took him to Rest Stop 3--we barely even noticed the toilet stop on the way. Rest Stop 3 was a dust stop. We all rode together from there. Mandana wasn't sure she was going to make it, but Kelly had urged her this far and she was still going. There was definite fatigue before the water stop/otter pop stop at Mission Soledad and it was rough-going.
But we made it there and were reminded why we do this
The sweet chapel at the mission had a frontal where we could write messages and remember people and why we ride--very powerful places, filled with Spirit and tears. It was a beautiful chapel--I'd love to go back, and likely will. I lit a candle for Dartagnan, for all those who mourn, and for celebration that we will conquer this ugly disease.
We rode out, passed the skinny-dippers along the way--no time to stop,
because the cookie-lady was coming up! Kelly's knowledge and promises were always true and awesome, even though she had to carry the load of ride leader--we were all SO thankful! --don't get between me and a cookie--Ride to Eat
Then it was a stop at Camp Sorebuhm,
and we were riding out to avoid the sweep in.
And we all DID IT!!! 105.4 miles--maybe a bit more, because route sheets lie--and don't think a couple miles don't matter!!! But we did it!! And although this is a LOOONG post, it's nothing compared to over 12 hours out and a 105.4!!!miles after and 80 mile day and before Quadbuster
I think this was the day we got in so late, we rushed to set up tents, take showers, and then-- oh shit! Dinner closes at 9--we were there at 8:58. As I stood in the vegetarian line, I talked to the guy behind me and after a few minutes we realized he was on his second dinner, which is common in camp, and I was on my FIRST. We had just met, but he was so empathetic and rubbing my shoulder, saying "oh my gosh"! We met up with Donald, on his second dinner, and laughed and talked and ate and then suddenly we were asleep, after peeing, again, of course.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Day Zero and Day One
On Saturday, June 3 we brought our bikes to the Cow Palace and checked them in for their overnight stay. It was not easy to leave Priscilla there and, because she's my most expensive property (I know--it's time to think investment) I had to remind myself that she was in bike parking. We then went through the lengthy saftey video and Mandana cracked me up making faces about all the talk, talk, talk. We got our bracelets that showed we had seen the safety video, then lined up, Disney-style with inside back to back lines, and were given our numbers. After that it was more lines to get our tent neighborhood sites, so we could be around friends. Three and a half hours later I was late for returning my city-car and needing to get to work. Oh, and packing--no easy feat, trying to figure out how to fit a sleeping bag, thermarest, 7 sets of ziploc-bagged biking clothes, shower items, and camping clothes in one duffel bag. Then it was off to Pizza Orgasmica for a carb-loaded yummy pizza dinner.
At 5:00 a.m. Mandana, Khosro, Kelly, and Shayne waited as I shoved the final stuff into my bag and somehow got it zipped. We got to the Cow Palace and turned in our gear and made the first of so many visits to the porta-potties. Then opening ceremonies and ride out. It was a sign of the coming week that the staff was urging us to head out, while we waited for someone in the potty. Kelsey, Kelly, Shayne, Mandana, Charlie and I rode out together. As we were leaving, Michelle mentioned that the saddle she'd lent me was a man's. Charlie's tentmate was in the crowd cheering, since his cab had taken off with all his gear, fortunately he met up with us that night in camp. The crowds were cheering and a helicoptor overhead reminded us that this is a BIG deal!
On the ride out of So. S.F. we passed my parishioners, Peggy and Julie, out on their ride. It was misty and foggy heading down toward Pacific and our helmets were dripping. As a rider passed, saying "on your left", Charlie said, oh yeah? you're still not going to win! We did the hard climb over 92-a road I have driven many times and never thought I would be able to climb on a bike.
I had shared about the Team Virgin Jersey (photos to come later) and pointed to the woman with a Virgin of Guadalupe banner and said, "See! It's the Virgin! I mean... it's not you..." Oops.
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The coast was stunning! I love the Big Basin kite surfers!
We had lunch in San Gregorio and some fell asleep. I was on a mission to find Michelle and a girl saddle to save my poor sits-bones, but she'd forgotten. We met up with Bob, who had ridden out at front with the Positive Pedalers. Then it was down to Davenport for ice cream. I had separated and joined up with Julie, Donald and Chris from the Friday rides, taking the hills a little more quickly. At rest stop 4, the Bike Wash, I waited for my original group, who were enjoying the REAL ice cream in Davenport, so we could ride in together.
We rode into Santa Cruz and winded around to our campsite at Harvey West Park.
Susan and Lindsay were there cheering in riders,
wearing these gorgeous wigs:
They left me sweet notes, one for each day, and headed off to Susan's show in town.
Hello, Smurfhead!
Then it was off to set up tents, shower, and inhale dinner while announcements were made, and we had to miss the gay magician so we could get to sleep.
Day 1--1840 riders, 400 roadies
San Francisco to Santa Cruz
80 miles
At 5:00 a.m. Mandana, Khosro, Kelly, and Shayne waited as I shoved the final stuff into my bag and somehow got it zipped. We got to the Cow Palace and turned in our gear and made the first of so many visits to the porta-potties. Then opening ceremonies and ride out. It was a sign of the coming week that the staff was urging us to head out, while we waited for someone in the potty. Kelsey, Kelly, Shayne, Mandana, Charlie and I rode out together. As we were leaving, Michelle mentioned that the saddle she'd lent me was a man's. Charlie's tentmate was in the crowd cheering, since his cab had taken off with all his gear, fortunately he met up with us that night in camp. The crowds were cheering and a helicoptor overhead reminded us that this is a BIG deal!
On the ride out of So. S.F. we passed my parishioners, Peggy and Julie, out on their ride. It was misty and foggy heading down toward Pacific and our helmets were dripping. As a rider passed, saying "on your left", Charlie said, oh yeah? you're still not going to win! We did the hard climb over 92-a road I have driven many times and never thought I would be able to climb on a bike.
I had shared about the Team Virgin Jersey (photos to come later) and pointed to the woman with a Virgin of Guadalupe banner and said, "See! It's the Virgin! I mean... it's not you..." Oops.
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The coast was stunning! I love the Big Basin kite surfers!
We had lunch in San Gregorio and some fell asleep. I was on a mission to find Michelle and a girl saddle to save my poor sits-bones, but she'd forgotten. We met up with Bob, who had ridden out at front with the Positive Pedalers. Then it was down to Davenport for ice cream. I had separated and joined up with Julie, Donald and Chris from the Friday rides, taking the hills a little more quickly. At rest stop 4, the Bike Wash, I waited for my original group, who were enjoying the REAL ice cream in Davenport, so we could ride in together.
We rode into Santa Cruz and winded around to our campsite at Harvey West Park.
Susan and Lindsay were there cheering in riders,
wearing these gorgeous wigs:
They left me sweet notes, one for each day, and headed off to Susan's show in town.
Hello, Smurfhead!
Then it was off to set up tents, shower, and inhale dinner while announcements were made, and we had to miss the gay magician so we could get to sleep.
Day 1--1840 riders, 400 roadies
San Francisco to Santa Cruz
80 miles
And so we begin
I've set this space up to share with you all about the AIDS Lifecycle and the journey you all shared in through your love, support, and donations. You all have shared so much in the experience and while it is difficult to convey the experience, hopefully this will give you an idea!
This blogging thing is new to me! In the coming days, I'll update on each day on the ride.
This blogging thing is new to me! In the coming days, I'll update on each day on the ride.
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