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By sherrick, October 25, 2009 8:47 pm

Everything conspired to make this a great weekend for riding. The 3^rd Annual Tourning of the Leaves was set amongst beautiful fall foliage in the vineyards, and the inaugural ride over the two bridges was warm, sunny, and hardly any wind. Pretty much everyone got to do at least one new road they had never done before and vests and arm warmers were packed into back pockets for most of the day. Just another reminder of how lucky we are to live in such a gorgeous and diverse area. Ward, Jay, and Craig took lots of pictures, so watch the web site to see when they get posted.

The Tourning of the Leaves was around 65 miles and featured a new option over Sweetwater Springs Road. It’s a beautiful, winding, one lane road along a forested creek until it kicks up for a mile and a half of steep climbing, but the view from the top is worth the effort.

Present for the ride were: June, Jack, Jay, Johnna, Joe, Joe, Ward, Beth, Andy, Tom, Vic, and Stephen.

Where the Wild Things Are

The course starts in Windsor, and rolls through the Alexander Valley, over Chalk Hill, down Westside, and River Road into Guerneville. From there, it follows the Wine Country Century back to Eastside and the start. It’s designed to be a relaxed metric century to wind down the season and to take advantage of the beautiful fall colors. We weren’t disappointed. With the recent rains, there was a lot of green in between the browns and oranges and the blue sky set it all off.

Everyone seemed to be in good spirits and on their best behavior. We kept a good pace up Chalk Hill, then regrouped and held a pace line across the valley and in to the first rest stop at the deli/market next to the Lambert Bridge. Rolling on, we see that the iron cows are still playing poker in the sculpture garden,

Who's the cow now?

and the rollers on West Dry Creek and Westside roads can still hurt. One group turned off to do Sweetwater Springs. I was surprised to find that no one else on the ride had ever done it! Just goes to show that there are always new roads to look forward to. Tom wisely figured it was best not to try it on his recumbent, and poor Andy thought he was taking the easy way around until June and Johnna took off like babes out of hell trying to be sure they beat us to Guerneville! Jay and Ward stopped near the top to take a picture, and I swear I don’t know how they ever clipped in again on that grade!

We regrouped near Armstrong Redwoods in Guerneville, took a break, then crossed over the Russian River to more one-lane roads and a couple of attention-getting climbs. Graton still smells of apples, and the Haunted House on the Hill

Say "Cabernet!"

was surrounded by a vineyard at the peak of its foliage change. There were even some grapes left on the vine for us to pirate.

Getting close to the end, and the rollers never seemed to end, until finally they did, and we were done. Some of us had to leave right away, while the rest headed over to our favorite outdoor patio restaurant for beers, burgers, shakes and salads. Can’t wait until next year!

Sunday’s ride over the two bridges was also a lot of fun. Present on that ride were: June, Jack, Joe, John, Ward, Don, Brian, Craig, Tom, Dave, Chris, Stephen, and 3 relatively new riders, Brian, his wife (Karen?) and Sean. The route follows the usual path out to the Crockett Waterfront, and then crosses the Carquinez Bridge. After a quick photo-op at the scenic view,

Everybody back up about 5 feet!

we headed south across Vallejo then into the Benecia State park with a rest stop at another drop-dead-gorgeous view looking up the Carquinez Straight. From there we left the park, crossed Benecia, and then over the Benecia Bridge, which was also a first for most of the club. It was a fun ride, nice to do the new bridge, and hopefully one we can put in the library for future Sundays.

Next weekend we set our clocks back an hour, and the sun will be setting before 5:30pm. Then it’s only a matter of time before it starts raining, but for now at least we can be happy we had one good last weekend of perfect weather and great cycling.

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By jkleinwaks, September 20, 2009 8:41 pm

The Knoxville Double came off great.  The weather was perfect (though I did hear “a tad warm” complaints–unfortunately the shade less climbs were during the heat of the day.)  For once I didn’t do something stupid like hit a car the week before, so I came in healthy.  Turned out to be easiest double of the year (I was on good behavior, only got po’d 3 times, mostly late in the day, and chased 3 riders.) .

Jack and I finished this one in the dark, as we did starting the year on Devil Mountain Double.   Late start (5:40), early sunset, not timed event so can go easy and bs with lots of riders and great rest stop workers we know, no mass start (well we had one), and deceptive climbing (NOT a climbing double, ONLY 12,600′ climbing) all conspire to have us finish after sunset.

Aforementioned weather was nice–in Vacaville was low 60’s when we started off.  Dr. Dave (our Triple Crown rookie of the year) is correct–great moment on a double is when sun comes up, especially since I was fearing riding over many of the torn up roads in the dark–but there was massive re-pavement.  Napa Valley-which is usually frigid was overcast but ok.  The funny thing was that usually on doubles you start off with tons of riders but we don’t see many until later in the day.  Because we set out late (most people leave at 5:00) we didn’t see too many riders through Napa Valley.  No “oh wow” scenery but constantly riding past nice rustic scenery–or on the Silverado Trail some real funky wineries.  Moist morning air in Napa and grapes ready to be picked combined for a real nice aroma.

Knoxville Road was real pleasant–a @20 mile mostly gentle climb in the middle of nowhere, which got us to Lower Lake.  Here we started to pick up and pass lots of riders, and get back into the middle of the ride.

More on the Pumpkincyle blog ride report with photos—Gruppo Pumpkincycle

Jack riding up desolate Knoxville Road

Side note-day before rode Vacaville to Lake Solano and took a side trip to Winters.  From Lake Solano a great way to get to Winters is Putah Creek Road–flat, rustic and minimal traffic.

Let me end by regrettably declaring that JACK HAS LOST IT!   That’s right.  At Davis he has always picked the PERFECT tandem to draft, one that is setting a nice flatland speed without killing us.

At Knoxville I was actually looking forward to NO mass start–and started with minimal lights.  Also air was a little cool and damp, not great for my breathing. Ha.  A tandem pulled out in front of us–Jack stuck his elbows out from the get go raced to catch up and hang on their wheel.  I knew something was wrong–both riders were wearing Alta Alpina 8 jerseys and when we got to the freeway overpass out of the park the tandem zoomed up it.  F! Jack made a few more digs but we were dropped as soon as the road leveled off and I had no hope of staying on the first downhill.

Later I talk to someone who told me that that one of the guys on the tandem was a guy who usually finishes in the top ten on the Terrible Two (he “only” finished 3 hours ahead of me this year) and he was the WEAKER RIDER.  The other guy finished 1 1/2 hours ahead of me on the Terrible Two–oh yeah, he was on a fixed gear and set a new course record on it.

Jack did redeem himself by setting a blistering pace from the last rest stop to the finish–we had seen Kitty dining out at the last rest stop and Jack wanted to make sure we’d get to the food line at the finish before her.

Nice way to end a long doubles season, which began before the Devil Mountain Double with Jack, Ward and I coming up with ridiculously hard century training rides (eg. Sierra Road Twice.)  The high point of the year was another high finish on the Mt. Tam Double, my favorite.  Picking the lowpoint is easy, getting hailed on in Death Valley on the rerouted Eastern Sierra Double.–Jay

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By sherrick, September 8, 2009 9:50 pm

OR…Don’t think about this the next time you’re descending a winding road.

Ask any cyclist how you steer a bike, and they’ll probably tell you that it’s a combination of turning the handlebars in the direction you want to go, and leaning into the turn, right? Well, not exactly. Although balancing and steering a bike is something we take for granted, and do automatically, it’s actually a very complex skill to describe.

BALANCING

We learned quickly about balancing. If the bike started to fall over to the RIGHT, we had to steer RIGHT, into the fall to straighten up. But think about it for a moment. When your mass began falling to the RIGHT, the act of steering to the right actually exerted a force on your mass in the opposite direction, bringing it back to the LEFT towards the upright position.

STEERING

So what about steering? Next time you’re out on flat ground, try the following experiment, but make sure you’re going very slowly! You’re going to isolate the two movements, steering and leaning. First, try to steer into a turn without leaning. In other words, if you want to go left, turn the handlebars left but remain upright on the bike without leaning into the turn. Whoa! I hope you pulled yourself out of it in time, because steering LEFT just caused you to fall RIGHT. Try steering right without leaning, and you’ll fall over to the left. In other words;

Steering in any direction will actually cause you to fall in the opposite direction.

Now try just leaning into a turn, but without turning the bars. The faster you are going, the harder it is to lean over anyway, but when you do manage, if you don’t steer into the fall, you’re just going to topple over.

COUNTER-STEERING

Which brings us to the concept of counter-steering. To initiate a RIGHT turn on a bike, you actually have to first, exert a force on the bars (steer) to the LEFT. This causes you to start to fall (lean) towards the RIGHT. Now you can move the bars right, (steer into the fall) to try to catch up until you are pointing in the direction you want to go, at which point you have to OVER-STEER to push yourself back upright. If you want to turn LEFT, you start with a counter-steer to the RIGHT, etc.

THE RULER ANALOGY

Imagine what would happen if you were trying to balance a ruler upright in the palm of your hand. If the ruler starts to fall over to the right, you have to move your hand to the right to catch up to its fall, and then overshoot it by a bit to bring it back upright. Now suppose you have the ruler under control, and you want to move it over to the right. If you start moving your hand to the RIGHT, the ruler is just going to fall over to the LEFT, so that won’t work. In fact, what you have to do is first make a small movement to the LEFT, which causes the ruler to fall towards the RIGHT, and now you can move your hand right until you reach the point you want to be at. So then, how do you stop the ruler from moving or falling further? You over shoot the fall to the right, which pushes the mass of the ruler left, and hopefully brings it back to upright.

SUMMARY:

When you want to make a turn, you have to:

• First counter-steer in the opposite direction, which causes you to fall (lean) in the direction you want to go.
• Which then allows you to bring the handlebars around and steer into the fall until you are pointing in the desired direction.
• Now to bring yourself out of the turn, you have to over-steer even further into the turn, which will push your mass opposite and bring you upright.

Have fun on those hairpins next time out!

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By admin, July 8, 2009 8:44 pm

by David DeRose

YET ANOTHER IN A SERIES OF LONG-WINDED AND BAD-SPIRITED RIDE REPORTS, RUINING A PERFECTLY LOVELY DAY ON THE BIKE

I. A LONG AND WHINY PROLOGUE

Friday, June 5^th, around 11AM. I am standing in the Ranger Station at the entrance to Yosemite National Park, staring at a map of California, and trying to get some good news from one of the rangers. I had been on my way to the Eastern Sierra Double and, now, about three and a half hours into the drive, I’ve been told that Tioga Pass is closed due to snow. So is Sonora Pass. I’d checked the weather and road conditions before leaving home, and all roads were open. I’d repeatedly tuned into the “road conditions radio frequency” while driving toward Yosemite, and there was no recorded message of any adverse road issues. But, when I got to the gate at Yosemite, a sign said “Tioga Pass closed due to snow.” So was Sonora. The ranger said Carson was probably open, but I shouldn’t bother if I didn’t have snow tires or chains. “It’s June!!!” I replied. So, I headed back down the mountain into Sonora to grab some lunch, sure that the conditions would change, and that some opportunity to get to the Eastern side of the Sierras would materialize. At the Tourist Information office in Sonora, I asked the counter person to call for updates. No changes. “My choices,” I asked. Drive up to Highway 50 and go through South Lake Tahoe or drive down to Bakersfield and pick-up 395 headed north. 50 was the closer option. “How long will that take from here?” “About 5 hours or so.” By this time, I’ve been in the car for well over 4 hours, and my back was complaining – LOUDLY! I’m not one who accepts defeat gracefully, but I got back in my car and drove home to Walnut Creek. 8 hours on the road, and back where I started.

II. MOPING AND OBSESSING AROUND THE HOUSE

Eastern Sierra was to be the third leg of my recumbent “Triple Crown” of doubles. I’d completed Solvang and Davis, and was looking forward to the scenic Eastern Sierra as a challenging way to finish the triple. For those who DID make it to the start of the ES, it was a harrowing day. (See Jay’s report) Sleet. Hail. Frigid temperatures. Unmarked route changes. After hearing their reports, part of me was glad I had been forced to turn around. But, I still wanted to finish the Triple Crown (I confess to coveting the finishers’ jersey), and within minutes of getting back to Walnut Creek, I was checking the internet for alternative rides that would be “do-able” on the recumbent. Terrible Two? In spite of Brian’s encouragement, just not happening on a bent. Mt. Tam Double? Better, but not until August. Could I hold my condition until August? I guess, if I had to. The most obvious choice was Knoxville, a relatively tough ride compared to something like Solvang, but on roads I know well and like. But, could I wait until the fall to finish? It’s usually a very bad time of year for me, with all the craziness that accompanies classes starting up again in September. The only possible double I could see on the immediate horizon was “The Grand Tour” out of Malibu in SoCal. But, that was a nearly six-hour drive, and my back would again not be very happy at the prospect. Besides, I had never heard of the Grand Tour, didn’t know any of the towns on the route, and was suspicious of anything in any way associated with Los Angeles. (My NoCal prejudice showing.) I did a bit of investigating, and it turns out that the Grand Tour is the oldest double in America, running for 51 years in a row, and people were fairly positive about the organization and support (if not the less-than-inspiring “Lowlands” route). When my wife volunteered to accompany me and share the driving, I decided to quietly register. I didn’t mention it to many of the club members, because I just didn’t know what to expect. I was struggling to hold fitness the last several weeks, had minor injuries to my knee, lower back, and Achilles tendon, and just didn’t have full confidence about a long day on the bike.

As it turns out, compared to my depression after missing Eastern Sierra and my anxiety about getting the triple finished, the ride itself was relatively uneventful.

III. WOULD YOU JUST RIDE, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD?

I never sleep the night before a big ride, and with a hotel full of college kids roaming the halls until about 2 am, I was up at 4:15, feeling less than chipper. My wife, not wanting to be trapped in the hotel all day, got up with me and drove me to the start (about 30 minutes from our hotel in Agoura Hills) so she could have the car. A chauffeur on a double! I’ve never had it so good!

The ride starts just down the road from Pepperdine University campus overlooking the ocean (those rich, right-wing kids have it made!), and heads up the Pacific Coast Highway for about 25 miles before heading inland. The first 10 or so miles are major shoreline rollers – not nearly as steep, but much, much longer than those above Point Reyes — and I reminded myself that this would also be the LAST 10 miles at the end of the day, and the rollers would look even worse then. What a blast, riding along the PCH in the early morning, pre-dawn, with fog keeping the temperature steady, and the sound of the breakers as you ride. Actually, because the breakers are well below road level on your left, and there are tall, steep cliffs on your right, it seems like the breakers are crashing on your right as the sound bounces off the cliffs. Very cool.

Once the rollers evened out into a relatively flat shoreline run, I started picking off riders pretty quickly. No wind at all at this point in the ride, and I was able to develop a nice, strong tempo. A young guy with aero-bars in Rock Racing kit was the only person to pass me, and I caught his wheel and let him pull me all the way up the coast.

IV. THE GRAND TOUR OF ???

• This ride could be called the “Grand Tour” of a lot of things:
• The Grand Tour of Ventura County
• The Grand Tour of the Pacific Coast Highway (cue America singing “Ventura Highway”)
• The Grand Tour of Southern California Naval Bases (there appears to be a Naval or Air Force base approximately every 10 miles along this route)
• The Grand Tour of towns with unpronounceable names: Port Hueneme? Ojai? (Is that “Yu-mi-ni?” Or “You name” as in “What’s you name, buddy?” And, is it “Wee-jee,” like the board? Or, “O-hey!” as in “Oh. Hey. Sorry I didn’t see you standing there.” Or, “OJ? They named a town after him?”)
• But, my vote has to go for the “Grand Tour of All Possible Bizarre Road Conditions”

(cue The Doors singing the following to the tune of “Strange Days:”)

Strange pave-ment’s found me.

Strange pavement’s tracked me down.

It’s going to destroy

My bike-riding joy

When have you ever been on a ride that included ALL of the following?

1. Riding for several miles on the shoulder of a freeway?*
2. Riding through town after town with stop lights every other block?
3. Riding for miles on a freeway frontage road with concrete and dust for scenery and the cars flying by in the opposite direction on the other side of a steel fence?
4. Riding on 6-foot-wide bike paths? You can HEAR the ocean just yards away, but its blocked by a wall of tall bushes. So, you are in a tunnel with bushes on one side, tourists on rented beach cruisers head-on, and a concrete wall separating you from the freeway on the other.
5. Riding the fastest, most technical descent of the day through a suburban country club? Ever yelled “on your left” to a golf cart before?
6. Riding through hot, dusty agricultural areas with acres of tomato plants on your right and acres of lemon trees on your left? Then, acres of cabbage on your left and grape vines on your right? Then, while you are looking at the acres of ripe strawberries… Oh my God! Hit the brakes! … a big agricultural vehicle pulls out onto the road in front of you, kicking up dust and leaving dirt all over the pavement.
7. Riding through road construction zones where they have ground down the road surface (leaving those little ridges for the new pavement to adhere to), but no new pavement yet? This stretch was a real crowd pleaser, and many of us spent our lunch break checking each other’s molars for loose fillings.
8. Riding past dozens of cars parked on the shoulder of the coast road with surfers wrestling their surf board back onto their roofs?

(Speaking of wrestling on the shoulder of the road: #1 thing I LEAST needed to see: 300 lbs sunburned guy wrestling to get out of his wet swimsuit by the side of the road. LUCKILY, followed only about 60 seconds later by the thing I MOST needed to see (to remove image of previous guy from my mind): 120 lbs surfer chick wrestling to get out of her wet suit.)

1. Expan (thunk) sion (thunk) cracks on (thunk) a fast (thunk) down (thunk) hill?
2. And, just when you are fed up with all this, a wonderful, screaming, tail-wind assisted 30 MPH rush down a well-paved, 20 foot wide shoulder on the Pacific Coast Highway with the late afternoon sun shining off the crescent beach of crashing waves on your left? (Which is just the inspiration you need to get yourself up and over that last 10 miles of big rollers.)

* Then, joking aside, I find out about a death on the course today:  http://www.venturacountystar.com/news/2009/jun/29/oxnard-driver-arrested-in-cyclists-death/

V. NO WHINING ABOUT SUPPORT. TAKE NOTE, PLANET ULTRA!

OK, the facts:

The course leaves a lot to be desired (with the exception of the first and last stretches along the ocean). Not very scenic. Too many stop lights, too many cars, and too many miles through towns. The above-mentioned weird and constantly changing course conditions. Boring terrain. But, it’s done and:

Weather was perfect. Never got above maybe low 80s, even in the inland areas. Fog on and off along the coast. I was tucked behind a tandem for the longest stretch up-coast into the head wind, so didn’t really feel it, and took full advantage of the tailwind coming home.

Support was excellent. TAKE NOTE PLANET ULTRA! Nice rest stops in parks, community centers, etc. Never a line for the toilets. Plenty of staff at all rest stops. Well-stocked with Hammer products, good variety of foods, and super-helpful people. Good lunch choices Cup-o-noodle soup at mile 140. Home-made soup and home-made cakes and cookies at mile 165. Maybe a few too many sugary sweets. Could have used boiled potatoes, but small complaint.

Organization was incredible. You can tell these people have been doing this for 50 years. Lots of SAG support. Course was well-marked and route sheets were full of helpful details/landmarks. (And, believe me, you needed them. This is a bizarre course.) Computerized check-in at start and finish. And, where else can you register and order a ride jersey a week before the event, and get your jersey at check-in?

By Davis or Solvang standards, this is an “intimate” ride. Only about 150 or so people on my course (there are 5 course options from 125 to 400 miles). Very friendly riders. I saw several of the same people at rest stop after rest stop, and probably took too long at lunch because I was chatting away with folks I had been riding with.

VI. RECUMBENT FRIENDLY AND FAST

Speaking of the riding, this is a FAST double on a recumbent. With the exception of the Rock Racing guy first thing in the morning, I cannot remember being passed by another rider all day except for “Eric,” a guy I’ve met before on a super light, super aero, all-carbon recumbent, who I leap-frogged with all day. He was just too aero for me on the flats (and he likes to run yellows!), but I was stronger on the climbs (thank you, Wednesday evening Diablo rides!), and I finally caught him and passed him for good on the big rollers at the end.  By far, my fastest sustained pace on a double! And, I was eating dinner at the end with the “big dogs” not the middle of the packers. So, without much climbing, the aero qualities of the recumbent must have been a definite advantage over road bikes on the flats and in the winds. [Found out later that I finished with 7^th fastest time out of 165 riders on my course. That’s recumbent-friendly!]

As was the case in Davis, I finished very strong, with my best (tail-wind assisted) speeds of the day being the last 30 miles, where I passed easily a dozen riders. The worst part of the day, as was also the case in Davis and Solvang, was definitely miles 80-140. This makes sense, because in all three rides these were the hottest and hilliest stretches.

Stats:
Miles: 203
Overall time: 13:05
Time on bike: 11:10
Average MPH: 18.1

And now I can stop whining and obsessing over the Triple Crown and get back to just having fun on the bike.