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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

The Ride Day 1&2

So this past weekend I thought i'd take advantage of the three day weekend and the extremely warm weather we've been having for JANUARY!! and ride to Santa Cruz to meet up with my buddy for some fun adventure riding. I left work at 6pm and was on the road by 7.
349 miles 5 hours 43 minutes.
I thought this pretty much captures the feeling and thoughts around midnight going over the 152 from Los Banos to Gilroy. I had been freezing for quite some time, my ass was beyond sore, and I was starting to halucinate. I called Jacob and it was pretty obvious by my voice that I was "bonked". The term "bonk" for cycling fatigue is presumably derived from the original meaning "to hit", and dates back at least half a century.The condition is also known to long-distance (marathon) runners, who usually refer to it as "hitting the wall". It is also referred to as the "green grass" as pupil dilation causes vivid hues to appear. Uh yea..

Breakfast of champions. (note the sandpaper)

Filling up before heading to the entrance of Yosemite.
Jacob= BMW GS 1150 Me= KTM SMC 690

This is an updated map of the ride to Yosemite and back.
We were able to find some awesome fire roads and finaly get the KTM really down and dirty.

Jacob is getting really good at riding with no hands, taking his camera out of his pocket, and snapping photos. He also records little videos of himself yelling in his helmet, they're pretty rad.
Like this.
video
Preparing for the run over the 130, the sun was dropping.
Now this is a detailed view of hwy 130 of which we thought was a short cut from Hwy 5 to San Jose. At least it looked like a short cut, what if fails to tell you is that it's over 70 miles of switch backs so tight you are not even out of 1st gear, mind you it's pitch black and again, cold. Oh, and sandy and the road was made of marbles. Seriously.

Once we got to the top we could finally see the light, no joke. The only problem was that the first sign said 30 miles to such and such, thinking maybe we could re-fuel there. Such and such was an intersection, at which there was a sign saying 38 miles to next gas. Once we hit what we thought was that place it said 40 miles to San Jose. Jacob ended up coasting 7 miles in order to preserve fuel and it worked.

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