Oh, where to begin? Princess Buttercup and I had been planning to ride together during my spring break. But a couple of issues emerged: 1) the lousy weather, and 2) PB has (how can I say this nicely?) let herself go. She had planned to get in shape for this ride--but more about that later.
Taking advantage of a possible break in the rain, I arrived Wednesday night at PB's and visited with Westley until PB got home from taking her daughters to Davis. In a fruitless attempt to muddle my brain and distract me from my mission, PB mixed up the witches brew she calls a "Cosmopolitan." As you can see from the evidence in the photo, she got Westley in on the act:
But I foiled that attempt, as I only downed a few sips of the toxin, pretending to be too busy talking. You can see PB here trying to get advice on how to get out of her commitment to ride from her MiceChat cohorts:
They even kept me up past my usual bedtime, but that didn't help her cause either.
The next morning I was up in time to take a couple of early morning shots of the valley and hills visible from their back deck:
After PB left for work (That's what she claimed!), I decided to get in a little warmup ride up Lockhart Gulch. (I don't understand why these people don't ride more when they have these wonderful little hills to climb. Where I live we drive for miles to find a few hills to ride in.)
Anyway, I cut my warmup short at 12 miles. While waiting for PB to get back from "work", Westley and I picked out a couple of bikes from the garage and set to work getting them in riding order. I made sure the tires were properly inflated and adjusted the deraillers on the bike I thought was the pick of the litter. (Though I'm sure the wheels alone on this behemoth outweighed my entire titanium steed.)
So here was the plan. I had mapped out a nice little route from Corralitos to Gizdich Ranch that would take us through the idyllic Browns Valley and Hazel Dell. I figured it would take about an hour to cover the route. PB didn't seem to trust my estimate.
We were a little late getting started, but I figured we could pick it up a little, since only the first few miles of the ride would be a gentle uphill grade. But PB hadn't been able to train as she had promised. Despite being outpaced by a family of snails, she put on a happy face, as you can see from this photo:
This was one of the several times I had doubled back to make sure she was still maintaining forward motion, as you can see from this shot here:
Can you see her in this picture?
At 3.5 miles up this road, I had discoved why we had see the same bike riders traveling in both directions:
(Looking back)Hey Buttercup, where are you?
To be continued....