tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35199463718261752432024-03-18T21:19:04.215-07:00One Pedal at a Time...Welcome! Originally written to share my experiences riding in the ALC10 Bicycle Ride from SF to LA in June 2011, I have added my most epic bike trip ever of crossing the US - from Costa Mesa, CA to Amesbury, MA in 33 days with a group riding under the care and direction of AmericabyBicycle.com. The organization, Gender Spectrum is who I fund raised for during my ride. I am updating this site. Tadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15649585680888954279noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519946371826175243.post-32503152798390493112016-07-10T18:08:00.000-07:002016-07-10T18:16:03.053-07:00Work in progress.Tadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15649585680888954279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519946371826175243.post-19694136044893922712015-05-09T20:17:00.001-07:002015-07-15T19:19:56.559-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tuscola, IL to Lebanon, Indiana! Day 23 on the road. Back home in Indiana!</span></span><br />
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remember back to my Purdue days and reflect on those experiences. I was
able to visit with several really close friends Monday night. After getting into Lebanon, I first got to see my college roommate and his wife and then later that night a couple of my closest Cary Quad RA pals and then stayed with one them and their family in Zionsville for the night and was driven back early Tuesday morning for the ride to Richmond. A great time! To the very special people 'from back in the day' at Purdue, others I befriended in
South Bend and down in Bloomington, I very sincerely and with a
deeply, grateful heart, say: 'Thank you.' My feelings hadn't changed much while riding through. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You can take the Tad out of Indiana, but you can't take the Indiana out of Tad. </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">After getting through the very beautiful and MANY rolling hills of Missouri the last few days, we're 'settling in' to a few days through much flatter Illinois. Quincy, Springfield and tomorrow t<span style="font-size: small;">o Tuscola as rain is catching up to us and making for wet, sloshy adventures. Today we all enjoyed our second scheduled day off of the trip in Springfield. I woke to the yearly fundraiser </span>run in town called the Big Ass 5K. Instead of water tables along the route, there are tables with hotdogs, chips, ice cream and beer! I visited the Lincoln Presidential Library and Museum, his boyhood home and had the chance to meet up with a very close friend from Purdue for lunch! It was a really great day off. Tomorrow we head to Tuscola come rain or shine!!</span><br />
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Tadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15649585680888954279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519946371826175243.post-63162849171871968382015-05-09T20:04:00.001-07:002015-05-09T20:04:11.493-07:00Dear Everyone, <br />
Thanks for following my journey across the United States and all of the tremendous support you've given me and offered in donations to Gender Spectrum. I'm very grateful and appreciative. Posting updates on this blog spot is challenging for a variety of reasons so I apologize for not being able to do so very often. I hope you have been able to click on the facebook tab and get more up-to-date posts. Below are some updates taken from my facebook ride page. Sincerely, Tad<br />
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April 29th:<br />
Nothing offers perspective like riding a Greyhound bus. People just trying to get through their life, trying to get to where they need to be. It's them. It's me. While the rest (more on that soon) of the riders made their way yesterday to Las Vegas....New Mexico and today to Tucumcari, NM, I fast forwarded with my gear and bike (you'd think my bike took a private limo for what they charge to 'ship' a bike w the luggage) straight to Tucumcari. I added aero bars and more paddin<span class="text_exposed_show">g to my handle bars and have worked with the staff for the 'best' of tomorrow's overall ride to test my 'new' normal. I feel a new chapter to this trip unfolding and I am excited by its possibilities. Even nowhere becomes somewhere with the right attitude and perspective. <br /> While I was tending to my hands in Albuquerque, the group went through quite a round of drama itself.<br /> To back up a second, we started in Costa Mesa with 16 riders. Day 2 saw a rider need an IV for dehydration. Day 3 saw us lose a rider to a fall that resulted in a broken collarbone and injured shoulder. Day 7, 5 riders finished the Fast South leg only portion and another ride left the tour early for personal reasons. There's me on Day 8, and yesterday 1 rider fell pretty hard and broke his bike. We're waiting on his status but hope he can continue and 3 riders had a pile up resulting in one taking a day off. Phew!!! On a good note we added a rider in Albuquerque who seems like a great addition to the group. We're beat up, but there is so much in our focus of what's ahead, like Texas tomorrow!! We pedal on!</span><br />
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With every day and a new town (and when there's time and the ability to still walk! :))) we try and get out visit, tour, check out whatever points of interest or features of the town we're in. Yesterday, we had strangers at a rest stop ask what we were doing and then wanted to take pictures with us.. :))) After getting into Liberal, a fellow rider, Wes, and I toured 'Dorothy's House' from the Wizard of Oz and historical site building next door. It was a fun change of pace and<br />
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I woke up with a 'Barry White' voice today which would have been great to have, without the little cold I've picked up. Thank you to my Ireland family for the great b-day jersey, so I rode representing the Emerald Isle (without the riding on the other side of the street part!) today. Thank you Dee, Michael and Donagh! Today's ride included little Sunday traffic, a bridge that was impassable by bicycle and super humid weather by day's end. Tomorrow the forecast is for thunderstorms. And the adventure continues</span></span><span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></span><br />
May 7th: <br />
Just reached over $3000 in donations for Gender Spectrum! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!! I am so appreciative and grateful of everyone's generosity and support. Thank you again.<br />
All great here in Quincy, IL after a day finishing off a zillion hills through Missouri. Crossed the Mississippi River and got caught in a little rain, but otherwise a successful day! A day off Saturday after we get into Springfield tomorrow, so more updates then. Thank you all for your continued support!!<br />
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With a little free time left in very friendly Albuquerque, I swung by a few of the set locations from 'Breaking Bad'. Goofy times. :))</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Day 1 is finally in the books. Phew!! I'll back up for just a sec. Day 0 (yesterday) was filled with orientation meetings, getting to know my fellow riders, meeting my roommate (Really great, 20-something Marius from Norway who i found out today is a complete animal on a bike). Alot of the pre-ride jitters were quickly erased after initially sizing up the crowd and meeting the staff, who were all terrific too. (Mike, Jim, Karen and Judy who you will hear me reference over th</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">e next month). Quite an amazing collection of riders - 16, 11 are going all the way - 5 are going to New Mexico and then heading home. Riders are from UK, Australia, Norway, and from 'home' MA, VA, FL, and CA, to name a few.<br />Today - Day 1: A mix of heat in the high 80's zapped a lot of everyone's energy, mine included.</span><br />
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Today we check in, make sure our bikes are in perfect shape, attend orientation and safety meetings, meet the support crew, fellow riders, roommates, do all of the last minute things to get ready for the take off tomorrow morning. <br />
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I will be pedaling across the US with a 2015 Specialized Roubaix Comp SL4, with a Ksyrium SLS wheelset. On-bike gear includes bags for tools, sunscreen, ID, $$, tubes, food, phone, bike computer, Go Pro, water bottles, pump, cue sheet clip and lights. At first I wasn't completely sold on the colors but quickly realized they are perfect. The blue represents the Pacific Ocean and the Atlantic Ocean and the steel gray represents all of the roadway in between!! I love this bike. I guess I'd better, right?!Tadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15649585680888954279noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519946371826175243.post-66042848396030417912015-04-07T12:11:00.000-07:002015-04-08T15:32:46.164-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My most epic ride ever. Riding with America by Bicycle (<a href="http://abbike.com/">abbike.com</a>). Leaving from Costa Mesa, CA on April 19th and arriving into Amesbury, MA on May 21st. 33 days. 3450 miles.<br />
A really important organization that I've decided to ride for and that I have a personal connection to is Gender Spectrum.<br />
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To learn more about Gender Spectrum, click on the tab above. To learn more about my connection to Gender Spectrum and the fundraising page I've created for them, click on the 'Tad's Be Your Best Self...' tab above.<br />
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This is the adventure! One day at a time, one pedal at a time.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf0JAFvh45QcMrF2w3CO-2PCR31I7jA2fFwbIlCOZcHxpxNc_vENEqDl-GiMY5zeDwfWLxDneAE8oSWw-xbGD1CdrXii6k8pD7DBJLmNoVvpDDpSZTXJTShwH5_Ga71uwtUtMVJqwACG4h/s1600/MarinHeadlands01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf0JAFvh45QcMrF2w3CO-2PCR31I7jA2fFwbIlCOZcHxpxNc_vENEqDl-GiMY5zeDwfWLxDneAE8oSWw-xbGD1CdrXii6k8pD7DBJLmNoVvpDDpSZTXJTShwH5_Ga71uwtUtMVJqwACG4h/s1600/MarinHeadlands01.jpg" height="241" width="320" /></a>I have always enjoyed bicycling for lots of reasons. From the health benefits, being outdoors, self-reliance, peace of mind and the simple freedom and fun that pedaling a bike gives me.<br />When an old college buddy (and big bicycling enthusiast) from St. Louis, MO, recently came to visit Northern California for the first time, I had the chance to rediscover and share the beauty of the state. Our plan was to ride our bikes during the 5-day window we had over as much of what I proposed to be the best of the best bicycling that defined California and the California Coast. We had hoped to include: Mt. Tamalpais, Big Sur, Lake Tahoe and the Wine Country. The plan was a tall order physically given our available time, but an exciting adventure, a chance at renewing a great friendship and an opportunity to see the Golden State from a different perspective – a bicycle.<br />Getting into town Saturday night, we quickly visited many San Francisco sight-seeing favorites: Lombard Street, Coit Tower, downtown, the Embarcadero and listening to the ‘singing seals’ at Pier 39.<br /><br />Sunday morning we parked at the Presidio’s Sports Basement, picked up his great rental bike (Cannondale CAAD10 5 105), unpacked my Bianchi Imola from the car and began our bicycle adventure on what was an absolutely perfect weather day in the Bay Area.<br /><br />We immediately climbed up and crossed the Golden Gate Bridge (west side on the weekends) and then climbed up again into the Marin Headlands to enjoy amazing views looking back over the bridge into the city. This view never gets old. Returning back over the bridge, sharing the path with lots and lots of fellow bicyclists, we carefully disassembled the bikes enough to get them both, with all of our gear for the next 5 days, comfortably inside my car. By noon we were in Stinson Beach, climbing Pan Toll to Mt. Tamalpais and along Ridgecrest with views of the Stinson Beach/ Bolinas Bay coastline. A challenging ride but worth every last grinding pedal for the scenery and views. Pan Toll is very curvy and lined with redwood trees and fern and Ridgecrest Blvd., which feels more like an exaggerated bike path, is used in many car commercials because of its fantastic location, panoramic views and swerving road pattern. Total ascent was close to 2000 feet and took about 2 ½ hours to complete. A true California Delicious moment came afterwards with a stop at In-N-Out in Mill Valley before heading to the Monterey/ Carmel area.<br />
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<br /><br />Once in Monterey, we stayed at the Monterey Plaza Hotel, an incredibly beautiful hotel on the water, in the middle of the action in Monterey – seconds from the famous Monterey Bay Aquarium in one direction and Cannery Row in the other. Hearty meals were enjoyed at Monterey’s Cannery Row Brewing Company.<br /><br />Everything I had read about riding a bike down the Big Sur coast warned you about the lack of shoulder to ride on, the size (RVs!) and speed of the cars on the two-lane highway you’d be sharing the road with and the physical climbs, descents and wind that would all be a constant part of your ride. To answer the question if what I read was correct? Yes! Check, check and check to all of it. You had to stay very focused for all the reasons listed above but especially because the wind swirls, so crossing bridges and coming around bends is very unpredictable as the wind gusts. As challenging as it was on a bike, it was equally as dramatic in the views and natural beauty that the coastline offered.<br /><br />It was so dramatic and so beautiful. Just when we thought we’d see the best angle or view of the coastline, we’d ride a little further and there would be an even more impressive sight to be seen. One of the many highlights going down the coast was crossing the Bixby Bridge. It is one of the tallest single-span concrete bridges in the world and one of the most photographed bridges on the west coast due to its design and scenic location. The River Inn and general store, located inside the Anthony Molera State Park – about 25 miles from the south end of Carmel was a much needed and appreciated rest stop for us, as well for a couple bicycle touring groups and vacationers we met while there. Out of reach for us on our ride, but worth the trip further down the coast would have been Hearst Castle in San Simeon. Total miles covered on the Big Sur coast was 50 miles.<br /><br />Tuesday was a light day in comparison. We first biked to Pebble Beach, entering 17-mile drive from the Carmel-by the Sea side. This is recommended so you aren’t competing with the tour buses and traffic. After marveling at the spectacle of several holes and the clubhouse at Pebble Beach, we cycled by the Lone Cypress, The Links at Spanish Bay, Cypress Point Lookout and Carmel Bay. Looping back around to the very quaint downtown area of Carmel. Big Sur and the Monterey/ Carmel peninsula were truly magical. A must-do location whether by bike or automobile.<br />
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Tadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15649585680888954279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519946371826175243.post-47989590588800745912011-06-12T23:52:00.000-07:002011-06-21T18:49:09.274-07:00Day 7 - We made it to Los Angeles!<div style="color: black;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Day 7.</b></span> The day and particular ride we all had worked so hard toward was here. We're riding into Los Angeles today. A little bitter sweet, but exciting just the same. There was a veteran rider that brought much joy and happiness to everyone during the week his name: Chicken Lady. Getting to our bikes, rubberbanded to the top of our seats were plastic eggs with a message and LifeSaver inside. The message, a simple one, was a perfect note at a perfect time as we got on our bikes for the final day of ALC 10. Thank you Chicken Lady.<br />
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</tbody></table>We were told it was going to be an especially challenging 60 mile ride because we were riding out of Ventura and through Malibu on a Saturday which meant lots of parked cars with doors opening by the beach and people everywhere. The road didn't offer much of a shoulder for much of the ride into Santa Monica but did provide plenty of beautiful vistas by unbelievable properties that line the PCH through Malibu and into L.A.<br />
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</tbody></table>I happily coordinated to meet my wife and sister-in-law along the route on San Vicente with just a few miles to go. As we closed in on the VA Center, more and more people met us along the road until a roaring crowd met us as we entered the Center grounds. Coming around the final turn and into the grounds, I felt a great sense of relief and satisfaction. My 2002 Bianchi Imola had made it and so had I. Phew!<br />
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</tbody></table>The final riding total was listed at 550.1 miles. 7 Days. Around 2300 riders, around 550 roadie/support personnel. Oldest participant: 83 years old, youngest, 18. 41 States represented. 11 countries represented. Average calories burned by riders: 3,410. These are the real numbers: 1.7 million people are currently living with HIV/ AIDS nationwide and 33.3 million people are currently liviing with HIV/AIDS worldwide. My $3775.75 fund raising is part of this year's record $13 million raised from ALC 10, to which I am proud. To my financial supporters, thank you, to all of my supporters, thank you.</div><div style="color: black;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM8BB7C0rMY7A9z4GJKmr3rSk6Tu8zrBOt4d-xvwuVhrpaj2SV3i3X_WhCra0fAO2A1td1Yixpbyjrt4PY4WEAg2UtxvBN47Et1sdDmrKCLh7ZjCOVMGbaWWrfQNB66oNK6zDM8FLUSFh6/s1600/7-5-Tad+in+LA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM8BB7C0rMY7A9z4GJKmr3rSk6Tu8zrBOt4d-xvwuVhrpaj2SV3i3X_WhCra0fAO2A1td1Yixpbyjrt4PY4WEAg2UtxvBN47Et1sdDmrKCLh7ZjCOVMGbaWWrfQNB66oNK6zDM8FLUSFh6/s320/7-5-Tad+in+LA.jpg" width="218" /></a></div><div style="color: black;">It wasn't until later Saturday night that I turned to my wife, realizing and then sharing "I just rode my BIKE to Los Angeles, my BIKE!" and the last 7 days had finally begun to hit me. The days ahead I am sure the impact of this experience will hit harder than now. Exhausted, I was grateful for a very nice welcoming dinner at my in-laws home with family and friends.</div><div style="color: black;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black;">There are SO many more memories and thoughts and feelings that made up the last 7 days. Bicycling was really, believe it or not, a small part of the whole experience. With time, the bike part will actually play second fiddle to the event, the community of people and new friends I made along the way and the great many moments of reflection I experienced while bicycling as Rider 6145 every mile of every day...one pedal at a time.</div><div style="color: black;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><i>With love, Tad </i></div>Tadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15649585680888954279noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519946371826175243.post-91316437104213110142011-06-12T23:34:00.000-07:002011-06-21T08:49:40.424-07:00Day 6 - Back in the saddle and feeling great - Lompoc to Ventura<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVeO3DwhXDcAsmkV_h7SMyuNHBq08We4qlXjacJEryl0oyTyRkV4UbHsGXOErTGfGWJmAjxqKWnvKT8vf1klliI1Vg86SeKRA7efWDkH4Ki3d8A08rII48moocqweltZn77Rjk_n9yre7C/s1600/6-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVeO3DwhXDcAsmkV_h7SMyuNHBq08We4qlXjacJEryl0oyTyRkV4UbHsGXOErTGfGWJmAjxqKWnvKT8vf1klliI1Vg86SeKRA7efWDkH4Ki3d8A08rII48moocqweltZn77Rjk_n9yre7C/s320/6-6.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: black;">Day 6.</b></span> As my tentmate, Neil, explained to me, we all have off days. To sustain 7 consecutive 'good day' rides, is really hard. To get through some of the down moments/ days you have to develop a kind of short-term memory loss and keep the task at hand your foremost thought. Stay in the present. Yesterday was just that - yesterday. Friday's ride took us from Lompoc to Ventura. It was 85 miles that had a little of everything. Paths, roads, highway. A pretty flat day w/ some nice tailwinds. I felt a renewed sense of accomplishment. There was a buzz in the air when we saw the ocean again, nearing Ventura, that we were getting into Los Angeles the next day. Along with living completely in the present, you have the chance to enjoy as much of where you are on the course as possible, not thinking of yesterday or tomorrow. Today we had 2 rest stops before lunch, which came at the 47 mile mark and then 2 more rest stops and a water break before getting into Ventura's San Buenaventura State Beach at mile 85. A highlight was the 'Paradise Pit' at a park in Santa Barbara - a declared Cliff Bar/ PowerAde free zone, it offered sundaes, cookies,etc. It was a true oasis!<br />
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Almost all of the riding on the entire trip is done in single-file, so much of your daytime conversations while riding are done during very slow passes of fellow riders or at intersection stops/ delays as we wait for clear roads to cross. There is ALOT of communicating between riders while on each day's ride. "Passing on your left rider - thank you," "On your left." "Slowing." "Stopping". "Rolling." "Car back." "Car up." "Car left." Car right." During the morning there are a lot of "Passing on your left, good morning." With the cordial response back, "Thank you, good morning." It was as if 2300 people had just completed finishing school and decided to take a bike ride to celebrate the class graduation. Kidding aside, all of the hand gestures, constant yelling communications was essential to the success of every day's ride, I'm certain of it. At the end of the day during announcements, an accounting of how 'safe' the day was is share. "Today we had a very safe day, only 4 people went to the hosptial." Of course I'm thinking, "What the hell happened to these four people?" Did they not hear that a car was coming or that the road had sand on it or there was a pothole or debri in the way? As I learned on Day 5, anything can happen at any single moment along the way.<br />
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</tbody></table>Back to Day 5 for second...I ran into rider 5759 at camp today. He had 7 stitches to this face under his nose, chipped his front two teeth, had some scrapes on his face and...he was back on the road riding! Now, that's the spirit. He didn't completely remember what happened, so after explaining what I saw, I told him how relieved I was that he was ok and back at it. He was planning to ride partial days but wasn't giving up. Again, it was another reminder that it really wasn't about the actual ride, but about WHY we were riding. I've met a lot of people riding and am constantly reminded and inspired by what has so many different kinds of athletic, social, culturally diverse people riding the same ride, all for their own personal and public reasons. It is a very interesting dynamic of 2300 people doing the same thing - essentially by themselves.<br />
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Lots of weather changes and a couple tough climbs picked at me all day. We all have great days and less than great days. Today was a less than great day for me, but one thing is for sure out here is that you have to have short term memory loss. You work toward the next rest stop, the next break and eventually the ride for the day is over. Tomorrow is an 80+ miler that should be a beautiful day from Lompoc to Ventura through Santa Barbara. Tomorrow I will wake w/ the task at hand, planning to enjoy every pedal of every mile of every moment I'm riding and enjoy the rest stops I'm breaking in. I'm planning on it being that easy. I hope it is.<br />
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Your bike, the various bags you have attached to it, and your jersey pockets have to hold everything you think you need to get through the day. There is tremendous mechanical support at rest stops for bike help, food and drink too at the rest stops of course, but while you're riding you have to manage with whatever you have. At the beginning of the day you were handed a direction map with elevation chart and call outs for rest stops, lunch, etc. If you get a flat tire you change it on the spot. If you have greater issues w/ your bike or yourself, you can be picked up my one of the many support vehicles that are constantly combing the course you ride, making sure everyone is ok. I carry: 2 bottles - one water, one a water down Powerade, a couple mini Cliff bars, a couple GU packs, camera, phone, wallet, map, extra tube, patch kit, sunscreen, 'butter' and bandana. As the day unfolded, the leg warmers and probably your morning windbreaker/ extra layer will get stored in a back jersey pocket. My 'kitchen' of food was always on the right side, my clothes on the left, my phone and map in the middle pocket of my jersey and the rest in bags attached to the bike. Riding 'light' was more mental than anything.<br />
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After mile 10 there are 2 "hills" they call the Evil Twins and after that you hit the half way mark to L.A. The climbs were long and there was plenty of complaining on the way up them, but they weren't that bad and at the top, fog firmly in place, an open dirt lot with signs marking the half way mark to L.A.<br />
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</tbody></table>This was a game changer for me for the rest of the day which still added up to 60 something miles to go. The descent down the backside of the second hill was especially cool (and cold) w/ some of my fellow riders getting up to 40 mph. It's really mental riding all day. So many things go through your head and I just felt stronger and stronger as the day went on. Chewing up the miles and spitting them out. You'd feel tired, you'd look down at your legs and they'd just be jamming away, completely doing their own thing while you managed your upper body, seat, neck, arms, wrists, etc. The rest stops were great all day.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A tradition to stop for a cinnamon roll in Pismo Beach.</td></tr>
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Lunch at Cuesta College. Afterwards, a traditional (I'm learning there are a lot of 'traditions' to the ride) stop for a cinnamon roll at the Old West Cinnamon Rolls shop in Pismo Beach and then jamming w/ a tail wind the last 30 into camp.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Pacific Ocean by Pismo Beach.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Tadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15649585680888954279noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519946371826175243.post-10285482856800084682011-06-08T05:56:00.000-07:002011-06-20T18:01:40.791-07:00Day 3 - Sunburn and Highway 101...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Day 3.</b></span> King City to Paso Robles. 66 miles. Sun, sun, sun. We rode a couple times on the shoulder of 101 and I tell you it's a trip taking an on ramp to the highway on your bike! The sun wasted me but there were great rest stops and lunch in Bradley made the day.<br />
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</tbody></table>The ride into Bradley, a very small community of 120 people that offers us great support of the event, had red ribbons tied to the the bridge we crossed entering the town.<br />
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</tbody></table>Little touches like this remind us of why we ride. In turn, they offer an alternative to our event lunch by hosting a BBQ for their school's enrichment program by selling hamburgers, chips and a drink. Someone said we raised $10,000 by buying from them at our lunch stop in town. One of the afternoon rest stops was at Mission San Miguel where the roadies put on a 'Jazzercise' class, which was met w/ loud cheers, laughter and lots of camera clicks.<br />
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I rolled into the Paso Robles Fairgrounds in good shape. The camping / eating layout was really spread out but offered a nice break from the park-like settings to date. People are connecting where they can to outlets to recharge phones to stay in touch with the outside world.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Phones charging at camp. Photo Courtesy ALC 10.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Tomorrow is a 97 miler to Santa Maria as we climb the famous "Evin Twin" mountain passes AND pass the half way point to LA. Rolling, one pedal at a time.<br />
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</tbody></table>Tadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15649585680888954279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519946371826175243.post-2570900281107576382011-06-06T21:01:00.000-07:002011-06-20T08:58:11.707-07:00Day 2. The Central Coast<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Day 2</b></span>. This was a biggy for me. Training for ALC 10, my longest ride was 65 miles. Yesterday of course I broke that personal record by getting to Santa Cruz, which was 85 miles. Today was going to be 108 miles. I got out of camp and on the road by 7am. There was incredible amounts of traffic to get through in Santa Cruz before the long straight aways through lettuce, artichoke and strawberry fields that led us all to King City. There were 2 rest stops before lunch, which came at the 47 mile mark for the day, in Salinas. The afternoon had 2 rest stops, a water and bathroom stop before getting to the San Lorenzo County Park. At about 3pm and about 60 miles into the day, I started feeling the effects of 'the seat' and quickly made a new best friend in Chamois Butter. I had been told a lot about this 'instant' reliever and quickly embraced its power. Day One was a very polite, "Excuse me, pardon me" kind of day. Day Two - still very polite, very cordial - but make no mistake - there were elements that clearly reflected that the honeymoon was over. ''Buttering up," getting to the massage/ chiropractic table, the medic's tent, seeing guys plugged w/ IVs and wrapped in foil from dehydration, made it very clear - this wasn't going to be all fun and games. I made it into camp at 7:20pm. I was a little concern that I would get 'sagged' for not getting into camp on time (it was posted that you had until 7pm. to ride into camp and you spend a lot of the day doing math calculations in your head over your speed, distance, elevation speed averages, break times, etc). Riders could throughout the whole event be picked up from anywhere on the course and forwarded to the next stop/ camp - for whatever the reason or that they couldn't get through the days ride by the close of the day. I vowed to never be sagged, never walk my bike and never give up. After getting into camp, I felt a huge sweep of confidence that I could meet my physical goals and ride every mile of every day to Los Angeles.</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Camp at night.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Tadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15649585680888954279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519946371826175243.post-33800811116328160012011-06-05T21:45:00.000-07:002011-06-22T06:54:14.091-07:00Orientation Saturday and Day 1 Sunday - Opening Ceremonies and then off toward Santa Cruz - 85 miles.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4RhY2NUQlV_a5ISGigH0VpCvhIq7Z7qA8IFLsqixxh3XX82Z96XatKzH26a2UXwNjnKS6_MzHPOUOZHZnPfwRdlXpx5f6KGpy18JQzU7bNDiHfU82ErzdIfbPhqOHG5rzTTczocFrXxai/s1600/PICT0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4RhY2NUQlV_a5ISGigH0VpCvhIq7Z7qA8IFLsqixxh3XX82Z96XatKzH26a2UXwNjnKS6_MzHPOUOZHZnPfwRdlXpx5f6KGpy18JQzU7bNDiHfU82ErzdIfbPhqOHG5rzTTczocFrXxai/s200/PICT0027.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCtHdrU2sVrZW4lMHw1kz_UeBYp6pDWebwtsepR6x8iPyoTyELZzHJyoyYVq-smrqJd93EADLwxjDccw8AEjYj8OgwWNpir2mDZbdq30CotsAk2EqDHoWDxbeYVX4_aQ1gi0QpRm4FuMC/s1600/Reg+Day+at+Cow+Palace.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCtHdrU2sVrZW4lMHw1kz_UeBYp6pDWebwtsepR6x8iPyoTyELZzHJyoyYVq-smrqJd93EADLwxjDccw8AEjYj8OgwWNpir2mDZbdq30CotsAk2EqDHoWDxbeYVX4_aQ1gi0QpRm4FuMC/s200/Reg+Day+at+Cow+Palace.JPG" width="150" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQhhdIQ7uUMndpr7-7nMam5jp_rKrmKQ8l27AJHHIvrGNGTdstuph719tj21PbXDma2OZCx1_2bhFKpor1_LvJQZs5V1Ul-eSALVGlRYODMqs0ZxuTdoTRFDmU4Gl5XojJJrCzUfPE8W1w/s1600/PICT0029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQhhdIQ7uUMndpr7-7nMam5jp_rKrmKQ8l27AJHHIvrGNGTdstuph719tj21PbXDma2OZCx1_2bhFKpor1_LvJQZs5V1Ul-eSALVGlRYODMqs0ZxuTdoTRFDmU4Gl5XojJJrCzUfPE8W1w/s200/PICT0029.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Orientation Day</b></i></span> on Saturday was at the Cow Palace, which is also where we take off from Sunday morning. On Saturday, I dropped off my bike, watched a mandatory safety and general information video and got all the necessary paperwork, rider number stickers, tent/ gear location chips, questions answered, etc. taken care of. It rained all day, which added to the nervous excitement for the following morning. They also staged the 30th Anniversary Red Ribbon Photo taken with available riders/roadies participating in the shot, commemorating the event and anniversary.<br />
I spent the rest of Saturday packing my bag, filling it with riding clothes, food, bike repair tools and supplies, sunscreen, etc. Each went into their own large zip lock bag for easy access and organization. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">30th Anniversary photo taken at Orientation Day. Photo courtesy of Stephen Busken and the ALC 10 Event.</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Day 1</b></i></span> was great. Up at 4am. Lisa drove me to the Cow Palace and got there by 5:30am. I brought my gear bag to my gear truck "G" and met my tent mate Neil. Opening ceremonies followed inside the middle of the indoor arena.<br />
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</tbody></table>Tomorrow is our longest one-day ride at 107 miles. We've been told to get some rest!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Tadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15649585680888954279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519946371826175243.post-81606399965507611972011-06-03T22:04:00.000-07:002011-06-18T10:52:08.699-07:00A few places along the way...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>From quick rides before work to longer weekend rides, they take me through almost every town in Marin, across the bridge and into the city, Old Sacramento and Folsom, West Petaluma and down south on Catalina Island.<br />
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