Day 4: Paso Robles to Santa Maria

There’s a concept on the AIDS ride known as the “me day.” This usually means a day you take it easy, stop at all the rest areas, enjoy the scenery, and generally let your body recover.

Well for me, the concept worked a little differently. I took off early, hit the big hills hard, found some other fast riders and hung with them all the way to camp. The upshot is very few photos and very little extra energy to write creatively. Also, please forgive the typos and funky formatting in all these posts. I’m working as quickly as possible to save batteries; the cell modem sucks juice like no other.

I really enjoyed the ride, though, which is what it’s all about. Today also took us past the halfway point on the ride.

Our route was another long one, 95 miles, including the “Evil Twin” hills of Highway 46. The day started early in Paso Robles, went past my favorite small winery, Zin Alley, and over the aforementioned twins. Then it was down to Highway 1, which we followed through Cayucos and Morro Bay to Ceusta College for lunch. We skirted around the edge of San Luis Obispo, buzzed through the fog in Pismo Beach and the other Five Cities before hanging a left at Guadalupe to finish with a strong tailwind pushing us into Santa Maria.

Here are the few shots I got.


Alright, so most of these are actually pictures of me, taken by others. Call it another twist on the “me-day” concept.

Left to right, this is Justin, Carol, Lynne, me, and Sean. Lynne and Carol both earn a living as personal trainers, so hanging with them for the rest of the day took a lot of effort.

Me at the PG&E Community Center in Avila Beach. This was the site of Rest Stop 3 (the theme was “wild west”), but we only stopped long enough for the photo.


Rest Stop 4, always a fan favorite, was staffed by a dozen Mrs. See lookalikes. Only one free sample per rider!

In this plugged-in world, power scavenging is a major endeavor at the different camps.

Day 3: King City to Paso Robles

Our third day of riding is in the books. Tonight we camp in Paso Robles, just over 250 miles from the Cow Palace.

The route was a short 63.4 miles (after doing an 80-miler and a century back-to-back, it’s very short) from King City, down Jolon Road and over the 1.3-mile climb known ominously as “Quadbuster,” then past the US Army base at Fort Hunter-Ligget and into the little village of Bradley. Maybe you’ve seen the sign on Highway 101: BRADLEY – Exit 1 Mile. I’ve seen it dozens of times driving to and from Cal Poly, but I’d never been there. Of course, ALC is all about new experiences…like chamois butter and visiting towns practically forgotten since the interstate was constructed.

The small school there puts on a barbeque to raise money. I obliged by gorging myself on a double-cheese burger and picking up several postcards (special note to my fantastic donors: watch your mail boxes!)

Let’s see some photos, shall we?

The first mile of today’s ride was down a hard dirt path leaving San Lorenzo Park and over bridge across the Salinas River.




This is Meredith. She came out from Manhattan by herself to ride ALC8. We’ve made her an unofficial member of the Power Pedalers. How many times have I used the word “unofficial” on this blog? A dozen? You’d think this was a big party where everybody’s wearing colorful Spandex and eating as much food as humanly possible.

QUADBUSTER looms in the distance. It's time to wolf down half a ClifBar and take a few squirts of water, the road is about to go UP.

Coasting into Rest Stop 2.

The line for hamburgers in Bradley. In a town of 150 people, it takes some outside help to make a line around the block. Last year the Bradley Bulldogs made about $8,000 selling food and souvenirs to the riders.



BBQ!

Day 2: Santa Cruz to King City

There are a lot of ways to describe today. “Long” is probably the most apt. Here’s a shot of my bike computer, just after pulling into San Lorenzo County Park in King City. That’s right: 108 miles.

It was actually a huge amount of fun. After leaving Santa Cruz around 6:45AM, we wound through Soquel and Aptos, then past field after field of lettuce and artichokes into Moss Landing. We traveled south into Marina, before turning inland for Salinas. After lunch, the route turned south and entered the very windy Salinas valley. Fortunately (and this is what made the day so fun), the wind was entirely at our backs. Cruising at 30 mph on flat ground is awesome; it really makes the miles go. There were rest stops at Mission Soledad and in Greenfield.


Here Chris at the first rest stop, Manresa State Beach, pumping some iron…I mean, air. Pumping some air.



This is Jackie, mastermind of the G.O. bakesales, doing some hamstring stretches overlooking the Pacific.



Riding through the artichoke fields. Maybe it’s because I work for PG&E, but I really think those joint poles make a great backdrop for this photo.


Here’s some more PG&E infrastructure for you GT&D folks. This pipeline blaze is somewhere along San Andreas, or maybe Thurwacher Rd, north of Moss Landing.

The lunch crowd in Salinas Central Park.

This was my lunch. A chicken and brown rice wrap, baby carrots, string cheese, sea salt and vinegar chips (I’m told to eat these early in the week, before my lips get chapped and cracked), chocolate chip cookie, and a white peach. Like every meal so far, this was the best food I have ever eaten. Ever.

All the lunch breaks and rest stops have themes. The staff get all dressed up and really get into it. It’s a lot of fun. Yesterday’s lunch was “rock’n’roll,” which is why Jan is wearing a poodle skirt in her Day 1 photo. Today’s lunch was “barnyard.” This rest stop is “dancing bears.” Why that’s funny is left as an exercise for the reader.

Stop sign near Arroyo Seco, looking east towards Pinnacles.


Today featured another unofficial rest stop. Instead of pie, we got cookies and milk. This is the Cookie Lady’s dog. Her name is Ronda. The dog is named Ronda, not the cookie lady. Ronda looks mean in this picture, but she was very friendly.

As I rolled into camp I could hear occasional cheering off in the distance. This was the source: a group of campers “scoring” us riders as we walked past to collect our luggage and tent. Good times.

Day 1: San Francisco to Santa Cruz

Today started early and I am betting it's going to end pretty early, too. I am exhausted. Exhilarated, but exhausted. Since my wife, Jessica, dropped me at Cow Palace at 5:15 AM until this moment sitting here Santa Cruz's in Harvey West Park, every minute has been an absolute blast.

We rode out Skyline Boulevard through San Francisco, eventually up and over Highway 92 into Half Moon Bay, and then along the Highway 1 all the way to Santa Cruz. Officially the distance is 79.4 miles; I clocked in at 82.5 miles with the loops in and out of rest stops.

And now for the photos!

The gear trucks lined up this morning at the Cow Palace. Lettered A through M, each contains luggage and tents for 150 participants.

Safety first! Look at all those reflectors this morning at bike parking.

Opening Ceremonies with the CEO of the SF AIDS Foundation. The announced participation for ALC8 was 2180 riders, 550 roadie providing support, and over $10,500,000 raised. For all of you who donated: THANK YOU! What a huge difference a group of people can make!

MOOOO! The herd of cyclists waiting to ride out and get under way. (Herd...moo...it's the COW PALACE, cut me some slack!)

The line of riders passing under a bridge on Alemany Blvd in San Francisco

Riding through the fog at the top of Skyline in Pacifica.

My parents came out from Pleasanton and met me at Rest Stop 2 in Half Moon Bay. Hi Mom! Hey Dad!

Jan Wexner, co-captain of the PG&E Power Pedalers. Jan is a roadie handling the lunch stops all week long. here she directs cyclists into bike parking at San Gregario State Beach.

Riding down Highway 1 towards Pescadero.

Our other co-captain: David Haya!

The route drops down to Waddell State Beach. After a foggy and overcast morning, the sun came out on the southern part of the route. Cloudy weather is great for biking, but it takes sun to make the landscape shots look good.

There's an unofficial rest stop called "The Pie Lady." It's just after Davenport, near the end of the route. They have a simple policy: one free slice of pie for every rider that stops.

Ooh man, after 75 miles of biking, nothing tastes better than a slice of free pie. What you don't get from this picture is the boom box blaring out Rick James' "Superfreak." Free pie and some atmosphere!

Here's the tent city at Harvey West Park. I got in around 2 PM, so it's still pretty empty. By 6 PM it will be row after row of nylon and fiberglass. And freshly-showered cyclists sated on all-you-can eat chicken parmesan.

Orientation Day

Let the countdown to ride out begin! This afternoon the Power Pedalers team met at the Cow Palace to register. Check out the group shot.

From left to right: John Mejia, Jane Wong, Chris Echavia, Jackie Udin, David Haya, Ben Ko, Jan Wexner, and Randy Franks. Not pictured are Alex Gutierrez and Francisco Ybarra.

The orientation process went smoothly. None of the lines were very long. We all droppped off our bikes, watched the safety video, got arm-banded (twice), and were given our tent assignments. Nothing left but the ride! See you tomorrow night in Santa Cruz!