Photos from Training Rides

A few of your happy PG&E Power Pedalers!

Tom:  Why is it 7am?  Dave:  Yay... nap time.

Trying to keep up with Nick!

Brian, Lori and Tom at the Mt. Diablo summit!

Feels so gooooood!

Training ride, 3 weeks til ride out.

Beautiful day, Mother's Day ride, thank you to our ALC training ride leader volunteers, led by Mark Smith. PG&E Power Pedalers had 6 members join the ride. About 6,000 feet of climbing for those that went to the summit of Mt. Diablo. Schafer Ranch Rd. didn't seem as steep as I expected it would be, after riding down it yesterday. Our team is looking forward to the ride and training hard. Please donate if you can.

Day-4 Paso Robles to Santa Maria

Three days ago we left Cow Palace to begin our seven day odyssey to LA.  Yes, it was my intension to blog every day but it has taken me until Day-4 to get this together.  We were up at dawn, dressed and packed up our gear and tents and schleped them to the gear trucks.  I was the only PG&Eer at today's 6am yoga session that is taylored just for cyclists.  We had a quick breakfast, filled up our water bottles and got on our bikes knowing that today's highlights are The Evil Twins and the Half Way to LA panoramic photo op.  I made it up both Evil Twins the way I always do; I walked my bike up the hills.  I was 600 feet below the Half Way to LA scenic viewing spot when Diane Runyan, retired ISTS, and her sister, Lita, picked me and my bike up in their Sweeping Beauty van and drove me the steep 600 feet up to the Half Way goal.  I then loved the very fast down hill to pit stop 2 where there soon after, I got sagged to tonight's camp in beautiful Santa Maria.  Most of our Power Pedalers are good cyclists and are completing all of today's  97 miles upon their bikes.  As it is not even four-thirty yet, I will not start seeing them in camp for another hour; the route closes at 7pm.  Another highlight of today's route is fresh baked cinnamon rolls in Pismo Beach, I trust that some of our good cyclists did partake of the local, less-than-cinnabon, delicacies.  (My tent neighbor said they were not as good as cinnabon.)  Tomorrow is Red Dress Day.  I gave Ben Ko his Sexy Ladybug costume and I will determine who gets to wear the other one I brought.  For myself, I have a simple red sun dress i bought at Wallgreens near the GO.  I will blog again with pictures tomorrow, now that I think I know how to set my camera correctly.  Now I'm going to hit the shower trailers and meet back up with the team.

T-47 Days to ALC10

We have a huge team this year with 24 brave and hearty souls.  As of this moment we have raised 45K and some of us have been training like crazy.  In 47 Days we will push off from Cow Palace and it is my honor to record our week long adventure into the memesphere.  Here is a nice picture of some of our new teammates and I just noticed that Jelly Belly is wearing bunny ears.  Our teammates upstaging the Jelly Belly are Jon, Dan, Bob M and Stuart.  They did a century training ride last Saturday and here they are still standing.  So here's to another fabulous ALC and let the blogging begin!

Day 6: Lompoc to Ventura, 88 miles

I tell you what. Get past those first dozen painful pedal strokes, and the world turns into a progressively more wonderful place.

Here’s what didn’t happen today: No rain during the overnight and morning hours. No horrific car crash closing the route to vehicle and bicycle traffic. No emergency survival blankets at Rest Stop 1 (seriously, go look at last years’ blog. Over there. On the right side. See where it says “2009?” Click that down arrow. Keep doing that until you get a link to click about Day 6). No riding back to Lompoc to wait for every available bus in central Santa Barbara County to come pick us up.

Instead, Day 6 was in fine form. We got light clouds, mild temperatures, and fairly calm winds. And people everywhere enjoying a gorgeous Friday cheering us on.

Rest Stop 1, the way we always wanted it to be.

After tracing Highway 1 out of Lompoc and down to 101, we rode on the freeway through Gaviota Pass and along the Santa Barbara coastline. Wonderful views. Oil platforms and the outlines of a Channel Island or two.

Here’s Roadie Jan Wexnar showing us where to park bikes at lunchtime.

This isn’t an easy job. Look at all those bikes!

Riding through the nicest parts of Santa Barbara isn’t easy, but since they need 1900 people to do it, I guess we’ll take on the challenge.

Paradise Pit is an unofficial rest stop hosted by several community organizations. Free ice cream (which has Jessica VERY excited. She went for chocolate chip in a bowl). Free strawberries. Free brownies. Free cookies. Free massages.

Oh, and it’s on this soft grass with a beneath some beautiful palms.

Rest Stop 4 was themed as MTV Beach House. I was getting a little bonky at this point, so not a lot of pictures of the festivities. You train for 6 months, and then a quick bout of gastroenteritis hits and all of a sudden riding 90 miles is hard again. You raise your money (thank you donors!) and you take your chances.

The battery low light is on. GO GO GO!

Day 5: Santa Maria to Lompoc (via Solvang), 68 miles

I have returned from the land of the constantly-puking! It’s a 24-hour bug, which may not be of much comfort to those in its grasp. Visit the medical tent and fear not the IV fluids!

While I awoke feeling radically better, which itself was partially due to sleeping most of the previous afternoon, I elected not to ride. Instead I spent the day refueling and rehydrating.

Jessica took the camera on the road, and returned with some shots of the famed Red Dress Day. Red is, of course, the color of HIV/AIDS awareness. And while I’m sure Day 5 started out as “Dress in Red Day,” it was long ago contracted and reversed into plain old “Red Dress Day.”

David Haya, looking fetching in his red plaid Utilikilt and matching jacket. Nice work, Dave. A very masculine choice for Red Dress Day.

Red shoe covers are somewhat pedestrian, but the judges give significant extra credit for the tutu.

Alright! Now we’re talking!

Those are all 100% natural, too. Dude can bench press a house.

For those of you wondering, my leg is fine. It looks gnarly, but I’m healing as the bruise slowly moves south.

Tomorrow I'll be back in the saddle for the long roll to Ventura. Hooray!!

Day 4: Paso Robles to Santa Maria, 97 miles

No pictures from me today. Reason 1, I left the memory card in my laptop, which went into the gear truck this morning. Reason 2, I took the day off due to illness and general exhaustion.

As it turns out, a saucer-sized open wound on the upper thigh is a really great entry point for a GI virus. The “G” part hit me early this morning (goodbye salmon dinner!) and the “I” part has been on-going but improving throughout the day (hello gallon of diluted Gatorade!).

The medical staff of ALC has been fantastic. Caring, supportive, understanding. This has been a terrific place to get injured and sick.

Here are two pictures from Jackie. Today went past the halfway mark. The traditional photo op is with bike raised overhead at a scenic viewpoint atop Highway 46. The sweeping view south to Morro Rock is majestic (and a good place to get engaged, in my experience). Jackie, as I mentioned previously, likes to celebrate her own way, so here’s the halfway celebration on a flat piece well after the nasty climb.

The route returned to Highway 1 this morning, and passed through the sprawling metropolis of Harmony.

Here's Jessica at the official halfway point. There were free brownies on offer, too.