Sunday, April 20, 2014

Easter on Mt. Diablo

Tricia and poppies, Diablo summit on Easter 2014_0097

If you've seen this blog before, you probably realized that, even though I write some ride reports and rants, it's really just an excuse to post photos. Mostly of Tricia. So, even though our Easter ride to the Diablo summit was as un-epic as could be, complete with stops for wildflower oogling and not one big sprint, we had fun, and I shot photos.

Selfie at the summit, Diablo summit on Easter 2014_0092

Of course, I'm not the only one of us who shoots photos, I'm just the one that is willing to waste time posting them here.

Turkey path, Diablo summit on Easter 2014_0064

But usually, I'm the photographer, even when I'm just making photos of what Tricia tells me to, as in "Look, those turkeys have their own trail. You should make a photo."

Tricia and oak, Diablo summit on Easter 2014_0070

But most of the time the photos are ones I want to make, even though they sometimes involve yelling "No, don't stop, keep going, I'll catch you."

Rock with person, Diablo summit on Easter 2014_0075

It was a beautiful day on Diablo, and we weren't alone in enjoying it. There were many more cyclists than cars (yea!) and this guy. I have no idea how he got up there, but he seemed as happy to be where he was as we were to be riding our bikes on the mountain.


Saturday, April 19, 2014

Tour de Trash, Antioch edition

Canada Vallry Road, Tour de Trash
Canada Valley Road, Antioch
I've posted about glass and boats in the bike lanes and about discarded baby baskets. But today it's just about regular garbage.

Hidden Glen Drive, Tour de Trash
Hidden Glen Drive
In our short Antioch Tour de Trash™ ride we saw so much illegal, immoral and annoying dumping it was amazing. We've heard it's independent trash haulers who, to avoid fees, just dump their clients crap any old place. Maybe that's true, but I'll bet there are just a bunch of losers who are doing it too. I wish our city would actively investigate these dumpings. They could at least look for names and addresses in the trash, and follow up. But maybe that's asking too much from our overworked city services, what with three shooting deaths this past month.

From couches to TVs, people dump the trashiest trash. There were even large plants dropped in the middle of the road at a dead end.

Country Hills Drive, Tourde Trash
No, it is not growing here.
You know these people are sick, sick, sick. Really, who but someone seriously mentally troubled would dump a Harold and Kumar DVD? That's like vandalizing a library book.

Canada Valley Road, Tour de Trash 2
Harold and Kumar land in Antioch

We only saw a few shopping carts, but next time perhaps we'll undertake an Antioch Shopping Cart Search ride and see what we can discover.

Glasgow Court, Tour de Trash

Monday, April 14, 2014

...and into the fire

DMD envelope 2014
After Sunday's ride through the Berkeley Hills (details) where I hit several personal bests on climbs I was all excited. So I came home, filled out a form, wrote  a check, and sent off my application. Here's hoping it goes well...

The only thing I know for sure is which jersey I'll wear. This one.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Bike East Bay's Berkeley Hills ride

Deb Janes of Bike East Bay kept everyone together . No one got lost or died.
Bike East Bay (formerly known as East Bay Bike Coalition, which I love as it always took me several tries to spell "Coalition.") hosted a ride for people planning on participating in the Climate Ride but were kind enough to invite the rest of the world as well. Tricia and I joined them. At 44 miles with 4400 feet of climbing it goes in the books as a climbing ride.

Tricia on Pig Farm Hill
I'm used to a ride that starts at 9:00 pretty much leaving at 8:59. This one took about 40 minutes to get organized, what with route explanations, late arrivals, and Bike East Bay and Climate Ride explanations. But eventually we hit the road, and almost immediately turned up the roughest road I've been on in ages. Paris-Roubaix is today, so I didn't dare even note the road surface out loud, but it was impressively bad. Apparently it's on schedule to be repaved this year. That was the last bit of sketchy road all day.

And  what a beautiful day it was! And how often can you meet a group of strangers and go off on a delightful adventure where everyone is so nice? No one got dropped, and there were frequent regroups. Even the weather cooperated. It was pleasingly warm but never got hot.  I was happy to see the sections of road I put some effort into resulted in a few personal bests. I made my best time up Pig Farm, a hill I regularly try to hammer as hard as I can. I hope this predicts some successful cycling on my upcoming rides.

We parked in Orinda and took BART to Rockridge to start.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Los Vaqueros Dam Time Trial 2014

overview Los Vaqueros Dam Time Trial 2014_0750
 The race didn't feel like it was about bike riding as much as it was about whether the rain would come before the race started. It was supposed to rain Friday night, and when it didn't, I decided the Los Vaqueros Dam Time Trial 2014 was going to happen for me, even though the skies were dark dark dark. Still it was hard to leave my warm and comfortable home to head out with only a vague hope of a rainless ride. But it worked out! The rain held off until I got home.

 I rode this event in 2008 and 2009, but they cancelled it when they were busy raising the dam height. It came back, but I was scheduled elsewhere. This time I got a another chance. The course got slightly longer, with a short straight away sprint ending at the top of the new dam. The area is usually closed, so not only is the race fun, but the chance to see see the views from the dam are a rare and delightful opportunity.
  number Los Vaqueros Dam Time Trial 2014_0006

RFID timer Los Vaqueros Dam Time Trial 2014_0021This time trial is a real community event. They try to schedule the riders so the competitors with young kids go early, then have a chance to ride back to the start and escort their munchkins up the hill. Despite it being a "mere" community event, they have chips embedded in the race numbers, and electronic RFID timing equipment. It's all very cool.

There's a soft sticker inside the number that is read by a mat we rolled over at the start, and again at the end. They had a computer set up so we could see our times and current place as soon as we hit the finish line. I was 10th overall for just a moment before the actual fast riders finished.
seriousness violation Los Vaqueros Dam Time Trial 2014_0015

I didn't want to pretend I was all serious about this as I know I'm not really a racer and surely am not a contender, but when I showed up and saw the aero wheels, time trial bikes and alien helmets, I was a little overwhelmed. I teased some riders about seriousness violations, but then I thought, heck, I should at least take off my water bottle and pump. I guess that makes me almost as bad. Fortunately ├╝ber-mechanic Jim McFarland of the Wheel Peddler was on hand with tools, and off it came, thereby saving me .21 seconds I'm sure.
  Jim Los Vaqueros Dam Time Trial 2014_0008

This year the race went not only on it's usual uphill route, but into a huge headwind as well. What a pain. My heart rate was off the charts the whole time. (OK, not really. I have charts, so technically it isn't off of them. It was, however, at the highest end.) As always I hurt so much at the end, but still think I could have gone harder, though I don't really know how. I managed, if I remember correctly, 14:10. The Strava segment says 14:05 and an average of 222 watts, which, though low power  in the cycling world, is more than I thought I could do. I don't know how I placed overall, but I did manage to pull off third place in my age group. (Yes, there were more than three people in my group. I checked to be sure.) I even got a medal.
  medal
 Thanks, Contra Costa Water District, for a cool event!

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Solvang Double Century 2014

Curtis by Ron
Ron managed to get a photo of me.
No giant head wind. That's the big news from this year's Solvang Double Century, and the big difference between the 2014 version and the 2012 version that almost did me in. This year I made no wrong turns, rolled along pretty well, and have no great stories. I guess a good ride makes for a dull tale.

I roomed with Ron Ng at the Santa Ynez Valley Marriott in Buellton, the ride start, right next to Solvang. We got the room late, and all they had was a giant, cushy two-room suit. We toughed out. It was nice to be able to take the elevator to the ride start. That made the morning a lot easier than having to drive there from a different hotel.

Curtis and Ron Solvang Double start

I was a little worried. I thought I planned my clothing well, but the night before was windy and cold. Ron's friend suggested that though it would be forty-ish at the ride start, it could be in the 30s after we crossed into the next valley. I'd left my long-fingered gloves at home, and was thinking I'd need to wrap socks around my glove liners just to survive. But the morning was almost 50, and there was zero wind. The next valley was misty, but didn't get below the mid-forties. I wore a base layer, jersey, cheap-o sweatshirt I could leave behind, and a very light wind jacket. With my glove liners and knee warmers I was very comfortable. What a relief.

Dark Solvang Double 2014

A 5 am doubles start is always interesting what with so many riders that have amazing lights and blinkies. I wonder what it would like from the air. We certainly must be hard to miss on the ground, with all the high-tech ultra-bright headlights that almost all riders seem to sport. Having so many riders with so many lights makes it easier to see the road too.

Dark 2 Solvang Double

I always enjoy seeing the sky become lighter and lighter as the sun gets closer to rising. This year was very overcast, and there was a mist in the air that made the ride up the Foxen Canyon seem very mysterious and other worldly.

tandem Solvang Double 2014

I rode well, but easily. I didn't want to go too hard at the start. I also kept to my plan of very, very short rest stops. I filled my bottle and jetted off. I didn't even sit down at all until the last rest stop. Sometimes, however, I get a bit slow even for me. At one point, as a tandem came quickly past, the stocker shouted "grab on" so I did. I went from 13 to 21mph in no time. I stayed with them for 10 miles until the next town where the organization fell apart. Still, it was an exhilarating 10 miles. I swore I'd remember their names, but my brain gets mushy on a ride this long. At least I got a photo. Thanks tandem folks!

Fish Head Solvang Double 2014

Sometime in the first 100 miles when I stopped on a back road for a "natural" I glanced down and saw what I could only think of as a dire warning to cyclists. This demon was right there, ready to suck my soul right out my... Well, never mind. I moved on as quickly as I could.

Pismo Beach Solvang Double 2014

This ride, despite the fish head demon, is pretty darn beautiful. The canyons are a delight, and rolling through Pismo Beach...  let's just say it was hard to keep going and leave the ocean behind.

Curtis Winery Solvang Double 2014

I'd been on a mission, with a goal of finishing before the sun dropped behind the horizon, but with less than 10 miles to go I had to just stop and make this photo. Is that not the perfect name for a winery? I wonder if they do discounts.

I managed to finish just before 7 pm (in the daylight!) with a total time of 13:55:47 and a moving time of 13:06:08, which means I didn't spend much time not riding.

The only thing close to drama was after I finished, showered and changed, Ron still hadn't arrived, which worried me as he is usually slightly stronger than I am. I had dinner, and he still hadn't come in. I was worried enough that I checked with the organizers to see if there had been any on-road "issues" and was told everyone was on target to finish. I still was concerned. Ron eventually rolled in looking great. It seems he'd hooked up with friends who had a series of flats. He stayed with them to help out, and all was fine.



Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Ohhhh. Shiny! It's a Wipperman

New chain and Cassette

Seriously, is there much that's prettier than a new chain on a new cassette? This one is a Wipperman 10sx. I bought one at the North American Hand Built Bicycle Show in Sacramento a while ago. It shifted well, and went on easily using their Connex link. But best of all the darn thing just lasted and lasted. I could still squeeze out a few miles, but I'm putting this one on in honor of the upcoming Solvang Double. I've had an Ultegra cassette waiting to be mounted for a long time, and this seemed like a good day for that too.

Wippernan claims their chains last a long time because of the "stainless steel inner links and nickel-plated outer link plates." I don't know if that's marketing or science, but the last one sure did better than any other chains I've had.

Monday, March 17, 2014

Del Puerto Canyon greens and blues of happiness and joy century

Dan, Century with Dan Steve and Glenn_0698
Lance Oldstrong
I'd just gotten home from riding Mt. Diablo when I got a text from Lance Oldstrong asking if I wanted to join him for a 100 miler the next day. I have a double century coming up and could use a test-run, so I said "sure." Little did I know…
Ride Start Century with Dan Steve and Glenn_0666
Middle of nowhere middle school
I met him at his house and from there we picked up Steve and Glenn, then headed toward Patterson, where I thought the ride would start. But no, we got off the freeway and headed East. I thought perhaps we were stopping in downtown Patterson, but no. At this point, as we traveled through farmlands, farther and farther from Del Puerto Canyon, Steve and I started whining and moaning like old men who didn't get their Jello. But still, we kept driving and driving. No level of insult from Steve could sway Oldstrong from heading to his desired parking place — some locked-up school at a crossroads of nowhere and nowhere by a very aromatic cattle feed lot and a sad-looking Crows Landing This Way sign. When we eventually got there, and finished a long discussion on the probability of the van still being there when we got back, we readied our bikes and launched toward Del Puerto Canyon, realizing it was now 12 miles away, and we'd also have those same 12 miles added on the way back.
Steve, Century with Dan Steve and Glenn_0678
The Steve
Glenn Century with Dan Steve and Glenn_0664
Glenn, not moving
The ride up the canyon was stunning, and perhaps worth the 12 flat miles we rode to get there. California, drought though there may be, is green right now. The hills glowed, and the rolling climb was a delight. At least it was until we hit the steep part in the heat of the day. My exaggerating Garmin reported over 100 degrees. I'm sure it was only 80, but as it was the first warm day of the season is felt really hot. I managed to hang with Glenn a while — he was taking it easy to chat with me — but most of the day he was off the front or I was working too hard to photograph him. Hence the lack of action-Glenn photos.

Dan up the road Century with Dan Steve and Glenn_0680

Red cars Century with Dan Steve and Glenn_0691After the Junction at Mines Road we headed toward Mt. Hamilton, but got smarter and decided not to ride to the summit. When we got back to the junction there were three bright red cars there. We chatted with the owners a while and were amused at the fuss they made over our bikes. I asked if they minded if I leaned my bike on their cars and they said it looked like a nice bike and I wouldn't want to risk scratching it. They were amazed with our bikes' lightness, the materials, the skinny tires, and most of all Oldstrong's electronic shifting. We, of course, were reasonably impressed with their toys as well.

From there we headed down, and then back uphill to the gated community of Diablo Grande. The guards at the gatehouse had mercy on us when I explained we needed 1.5 miles more before we turned around so we could hit 100 for the day. They told us the traffic circle was about that far up the hill, and said we were good to go. We even did a few laps round the round-about just be be sure.

Statue Century with Dan Steve and Glenn_0701

Selfie, Century with Dan Steve and Glenn_0684The ride back was uneventful in a wonderful sort of way. I even had time to pop off a photo  of myself. But perhaps the best part of the day was the light that made the California landscape smile with springtime wonderfulness. Every way I turned I witnessed the greens and blues of happiness and joy.

We finished strong, ate some Patterson BBQ and got home entirely too late. A good time was had by all.
sky Century with Dan Steve and Glenn_0693
I love the California spring.
Bonus photo of the fearless, or bored, vole that sat munching grass as we stepped all around it as we loading up the van for the drive home.

Vole. Century with Dan Steve and Glenn_0708

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Delta Pedalers Old Farts' Ride

Tricia poppies Diablo with Delta Pedlars_0650

Dave and Dick, Diablo with Delta Pedlars_0660 Tricia and I have been members of the Delta Pedlaers Cycling Club for ages, but we seldom get to ride with them. We like to support their advocacy efforts, but our schedules rarely align. Today was different. We joined Dave and Dick, along with other club members, for their birthday ride (they call The Old Fartt' Ride) up Mt. Diablo. Not only was it a wonderful day, but I got to ride with people who are older than me for a change.

The day didn't start nearly as well as it ended up. When Tricia (who, for the record, rode with, but is not herself an old fart) and I arrived at the ride start I realized that, even though I had gotten up early, prepared carefully and even had a few spare minutes to sweep the garage before we left I had failed to put my cycling shoes in the car. I was ready to bag the whole day, but imperturbable Tricia took charge and drove us home and then back.

Once we got rolling the day was amazing. Warm weather, clear skies and California poppies – what's not to love.

We figured we'd missed the group, but as we neared the summit there they were coming down. They waited for us at the junction and we descended the mountain, ending up at Rocco's Italian restaurant for beers and lunch. Just another wonderful Saturday.

Tricia near Devils Elbow, Diablo,  Delta Pedlars

Monday, March 03, 2014

Bicycle icons and loopy routes

I blame Lance Oldstrong, my riding buddy. While he is the best ever at finding interesting routes — see "Two bridges, three murder sites, squirrels and flowers ride" — he's also the best at riding really odd routes. One a rainy day he rode many many miles in a BART parking garage. Recently he rode 10.2 miles around his very small neighborhood, ducking into every little court over and over. Really. There's a GPS trace to prove it.

This had several unforeseen consequences,  the first of which was that I had to try it too. Unfortunately for me, though Oldstrong's ride is flat flat flat. (He clocked in a whooping 135 foot elevation gain) my silly neighborhood has a different terrain profile. My 11.4 mile ride (titled Oldstrong Inspired™ on Strava) had 1,175 feet of climbing. My ride resulted in a near equally wacky GPS trace.

But a much more wacky elevation profile.

All this silly mapping and looping and the images from GPS tracing got me thinking about the images they make, and then about icons in general. I don't know why, it just did. Then I recalled the "Artist formerly know as Prince" had his own icon designed.


And that lead me to thinking Oldstrong needed his own icon. So I made one based on his "brilliant" ride.
So there it is. The new icon/symbol for the cyclist formerly known as Oldstrong. Should it be cast from bronze, or perhaps titanium, or maybe cut from genuine carbon fiber as a necklace, or stenciled on the road of large climbs he undertakes? Maybe it's a tattoo, or tee-shirt. Or maybe it should be a brand. Whatever it ends up being, it's all his fault. Really.

Saturday, March 01, 2014

Mystery click solved

Tricia's broken pedal

Tricia: Can you look at my commuter bike? There's a click sound when I push down on my right pedal. 

Curtis: Hummmm. I think I found the problem. Just how hard are you pressing down on that pedal?

#30daysofbiking again

I just signed up for 30 Days of Biking again. I'm the 396th person to do so this year. I have promised to ride every day in April. Why, you may ask? I don't know. All the cool events are in Minneapolis, so I won't be attending, but what the heck. Maybe you don't have a reason not to signup, and want to. Here's where to do it.

Here's their spiel.
Joining 30 Days of Biking means pledging to ride a bike every day in April.
Through rain, shine or blizzard. To the store, around the block, or 20 miles. Make it happen, then share your adventures online—via Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, you name it—with our worldwide community of joyful cyclists. Hashtag #30daysofbiking.