Tag: Pelican

New Rear Fender Day!

It’s been a while since my rear fender cracked. Several bodge jobs have kept it together, including Duct Tape and JB Welding some extra aluminum to the crack. These have only delayed the inevitable though and the fender was showing more signs of falling. I could hear it every time I rolled over a bump, dropped off a curb or did a sick tabletop off a kicker. Is that a thing?

So the good people at Golden Saddle Cyclery ordered me a replacement set of fenders ( hope I don’t need the front) and I was able to pick them up yesterday.

These are the Gilles Berthouds. I was using the Honjos before. Not for any specific reason that I can remember, so I thought I’d try the Berthouds. The Berthouds seem a bit wider, but I didn’t measure them so don’t hold me to it.

The rear fender comes with only the lower bridge hole drilled so I mounted up the fender to determine the proper place to drill the upper mounting hole. This is where patience comes into play. I installed, removed, installed again and tried to make sure I had the fender in the right place before drilling the hole. I did not want to stress the fender as that is what caused the failure on the Honjo.

After more time than I had planned I finally had the fender installed. It still needs the taillight moved over, but that will have to wait. I also want to add some mudflaps as the rear seems to sit higher than the Honjo. Always more to do! Now bring on the rain!

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Tuesday Pedalin’

It all starts out with a good breakfast. Coffee and eggs has been my go to for fuel in the am. Coffee in the Aeropress and eggs in the cast iron.

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60 something miles in the bank for yesterday including some dirt in the AM and a group ride in the evening.

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Get out and ride your bike! Fuel some stoke! Take some pictures!

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Commute and Appreciate

It’s easy to forget how rad your own city is when you pedal it all the time. Routes become familiar or even boring. It’s not until someone comes from a far away place and you are able to see it through their eyes that one can truly appreciate it. LA has some amazing places. Sometimes you just need to dig around to find them. #bestbringamap

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Rest Week

Saturday I’m planning to ride the OC400k brevet. I need to take the next few days to rest up and make sure the bike is ready to go. Most importantly that my head is ready. My legs feel good so I just need to the head to keep me going. Gonna be tough not to pedal this looker for a few days. I
hope to spend many hours pedalin’ on Saturday to make it up though.

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Orange County 300k

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Somethings you just gotta face head on. This 300k was one of those things for me.

The day started out pretty good. I felt strong and made my way to the first checkpoint pretty quickly. I chatted with Ryan briefly at the start and we rolled together for about 5 mins. Basically to the first hill and then he was gone. I believe 2 other riders followed him and then there was me. Fourth on the road. I was riding comfortable, not really pushing, but most likely there was some adrenaline kicking in. I’m usually not that close to the front of the group. At the first control Ryan was already gone, but the other 2 riders where still there. I got a receipt and went back outside, just as a large group of riders where pulling in. This group was huge, about 8-10 riders I guess. It looked like they stuck together most of the day.

One of the riders got through the control very quick so I took off after him. I ended up catching him before the bike path and then Pete and I, together with Chuck (I think that was his name) headed towards Control #2. We were making really good time. Weather was good, bike path traffic was good. At Control #2 we again see the 2 riders behind Ryan and with a couple minutes the large group is behind us again. They were only about 2-4 minutes behind us I would guess. Pete and I get on the bikes quickly and make our way north on PCH. It’s really easy to loose a bunch of time at the controls. It’s much easier the larger the group is. I always try to keep my stops really short so I filled out my card, drank some water and started pedaling. I unwrapped a bar at the control and started eating as I rode.

From PCH we turned up the SART towards Corona. Pete and I were still making great time working together. At some point past Anaheim Stadium Pete’s tire started to go down. He added some air so we could get rolling again. At this time the riders that were chasing down Ryan pulled in behind us! What? We had passed them at some point on the river trail and they were catching up to us. So now the group of 4 were headed towards Corona. I hung on for as long as I could, but eventually had to pop off the back. I knew this was the section that I had struggled with before and I still had a long ways to go. Better not to push it.

I stopped for lunch at Control #3 and it wasn’t long before the large group rolled up again. I ate half of my order and shoved the other half in my jersey for later. I didn’t want all of that food in my stomach for the climbing that was about to come. I met a couple of the riders with the group. One was on a beautiful Soulcraft with fenders. I should’ve taken a picture. The other was Devin on a Long Haul Trucker. Seeing his LHT made me think of my first brevet on my LHT. I think my legs still hurt from that bike. I asked if they wouldn’t mind an extra rider with their group and we headed across the street to gather up everyone else. In hindsight I did two things wrong here. One, it was warming up and I should’ve shed my arm warmers and knee warmers. Two, I should’ve just kept pedaling. They would’ve caught me eventually. As it worked out I climbed with the group for a while until I got too hot. So I stopped to shed the layers and tried to rejoin the group. I wasted too much energy doing that. I would see them at a distance, get close, but still not catch them. I was working way harder than I needed to and way harder than I should have.

I caught up to them at the next Control and we overlapped by only a couple minutes. I wasn’t ready to roll again as they were rolling out. Then, they must’ve stopped somewhere along the way because as we started the first real climb of the day they caught and passed me. I tried to hold their wheel again, but decided to just climb at my pace. I was sure I’d see them again.

Somewhere around here I remembered that I had my camera. Looking around as I was pedalin’ takes some of the stress out of the ride. Instead of the just looking to see how much farther until the next turn, I was just riding to the enjoy the ride and the scenery. I wish I had remembered to take pics earlier. Although, where I remembered was the most scenic section of this ride.

The climbing from Lake Elsinore to Fallbrook was tough. Some really steep climbs, then steep descents and more steep climbs. Climbs that made you use every single gear on your bike. One of them I even got off and walked for a while. I didn’t stop, just had to walk for a couple minutes before finishing it off. As much as it was tough though it was just as scenic. Riding through avocado and orange orchards. Along side a creek and the Pacific Ocean way off in the distance. You could see the mountain range that we rode all the way around. The scenery more than made up for the climbing. It was well worth it.

Pacific Ocean way off in the distance. That was the next destination.

I pulled into Fallbrook for the next Control and saw that the group was still there. So I knew I wasn’t that far behind them. I think they rolled out only about 5 minutes before I did. As I was sitting with my lunch Pete and his group ride up. I was sure they were 2 hours ahead at least by this point. Turned out Pete had multiple flats and lost a lot of time to that. It was good to see them again, but it was short lived. We rolled out together but once the climbing started again they were long gone. I made my way down to the bike path that would eventually get me to Oceanside. At the bike path my lunch and I duked it out.

The sun was setting and it was time for the reflective gear. From here on out it was going to be a dark ride. I brought along and extra light that I mounted up to my helmet. That was a good idea. I used it to read the cue sheet, GPS and bike computer. It also gave me a good directional light for looking around at the spooky things on dark bike paths. Human or animal.

From Oceanside we had to ride the 5 Freeway North. At first, this sounds pretty sketchy, but it’s really not. The shoulder is pretty wide and it tends to be fairly clean. You have to watch out for tire tread and other hazards, but it wasn’t so bad. The only issue I had was that a bus was broken down in the shoulder. I wasn’t going to risk riding out into traffic and I was concerned about glass in the dirt. So I just picked up my bike and carried it around the bus before carrying on. Is that was they call cyclocross?

The final push from San Onofre to the finish was pretty straight forward. The only bummer being that there’s an eight mile section of rollers that you need to get through. That wore out the already tired legs even more, but I knew I was on the home stretch. I ended up pulling in to the finish at 10:30pm or so. Sixteen and a half hours on the bike, 190 miles and about 9,000 feet of climbing. It sure felt good to finish this ride. I needed to make good on the last attempt. It was a challenge that I had to face and I had to conquer, and I did.

Thanks for all the kind words/support as I was out there. It was fun to know that people were following along. Next month is the 400k. Guess I better get back to ridin’!

Forever “That Guy”
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Yonder Journal Ridge Route Brovet

Last month the Yonder Journal was launched. A soon to be collection of “American Field Studies”. The Ridge Route, a local historical road, was selected for their first “guide”. I only became aware of the Ridge Route in 2005. I believe it was from an episode of California’s Gold with Huell Howser. Around that time a storm had washed away sections of the road. It was closed and I don’t think it’s been open since then. What bad timing. I wanted to go up there and explore it, but I could not.

Years later, I’m a cyclist. I like riding to far away places in remote areas. Then the Yonder Journal drops the Ridge Route Brovet in my lap. I’m in. When to do it though? The route is not the straightest to the Ridge Route. Instead of going around mountains, it goes over every one on the way out there. Damn, this is gonna be tough. I need some time to prepare.

Enter Joshua Bryant from Portland, Oregon. A fellow randonneur, Joshua set a date to do it. Bought tickets, booked a room. This was going to happen. Sooner than I’d like, but what the hell. I was able to arrange a hall pass for the day and jumped in. Nervous as hell, but I jumped in.

We met up in Chinatown at 6:30am. Then pedaled over to Golden Saddle Cyclery where Ty was waiting for us. A quick cup of coffee and it’s time to roll. An earlier start would’ve been better, but Serbrina and I went to see Morrissey the night before. I was running on only 4 hours of sleep and Joshua was kind enough to adjust to my draggin’ ass. Ty joined us for the ride to La Canada. A nice warm up for the climbing to come. We parted ways at start of the ‘Crest and headed up and up and up.

It was a warm day and many cyclists were out enjoying the road. A film crew had part of the ‘Crest shut down so we were rewarded with very little traffic. It would just come through in groups of 8-10 cars at a time, then nothing. It was the best I’ve ever seen it up there. Very few cars and very few motos. We were pretty lucky. Our fendered bikes and rando bags stood out though. We got quite a few questions as were riding up. “How heavy is that?”. “How far you guys going?”, to which I proudly replied “GORMAN!”. That usually got a headshake or an “oh shit” reply. We weren’t there to mess around. We came to play.

I’ve never ridden past Red Box on the ‘Crest. I’ve moto’d it. I’ve driven it, but never pedaled it. The world is so different on a bike. People don’t feel the undulations of the road in a car. The 45 mph downhills are slow in a car. On a bike it’s kinda scary. A drivers foot doesn’t have to adjust much to a 4% grade in a car. Miles of that on a bike though, it’ll get your heart pumpin’. Do that, then add miles of a 7% grade to it and you’ll eventually get to the saddle near Mt. Gleason. We crested at about 13:00. It was warm. I was tired, but excited about being somewhere new. This ride was three parts in my head. The San Gabriels, across the valleys to Castaic and then the Ridge Route proper. Felt good to be a third of the way through.

Miles of the downhill pointed road felt well earned. Hardly any traffic and mild rollers made for few quick miles. I think we managed 10 miles in like 20 minutes. That and losing about 1300 feet of elevation. No worries we’ll get it back. It’s out here somewhere. Around a corner we see the Shambala Preserve below us. It doesn’t look like much, and then we hear a growl and see some action. Are they pissed that we are here? Let’s take a pic and roll! The wind started up and made for some slow pushing for a while through Acton and Agua Dulce. We spotted a general store and pulled over for a snack. Paying for my ice cream sandwich the proprietor spotted my last name. Vasquez. We were in the land of Tiburcio Vasquez. He wondered if I was related and if I knew where the treasure was hidden. I told him I didn’t know, but I think I should follow up with my family. Have they been holding out on me?

Before long we made it to In-N-Out on Bouquet Canyon. I had been dreaming about a Vanilla shake for hours. It was exactly what I thought it would be. The Double-Double and fries rounded out the meal and then Joshua blew my mind. He said he was going to take another one with him. To eat up on the Ridge Route! What a great idea! I ordered a second burger, asked for it to be double wrapped and we rode off with a secret stash. We made quick work of the miles between lunch and the final climb. Before long we were in Castaic. Looking at the mountains in front of us. They were intimidating. I knew we weren’t going all the way over, but we were going MOST of the way over. We were going to climb as much as we had earlier in the day in less miles.

Nothin’ to it but to do it. We headed up as the sun was setting. We would be doing this in the dark. Our legs slowly crank the pedals that slowly turn the wheels that slowly run our generator hubs. Our lights illuminate just the road ahead of us. Who knows what’s lurking in the shadows of the road. The only time the shadows light up is when the road is so steep that I weave up the grade instead of powering up it. Miles and miles of climbing have made my legs like rubber. Every little downhill only makes it worse. The downhills are short and when the road kicks up again I don’t have much power. We have miles to go and it feels like it’s going to take all night. We’ve got plenty of food though, plenty of water. Maybe spending the night up here won’t be so bad. It’s probably pretty scenic during the day. That’s for another day though. Tonight we pedal!

Arriving at the site of the Tumble Inn came just in time. I was starving. I needed to eat and I needed to feel like we were getting somewhere. I needed some motivation. It was all there in those crumbling walls. I knew we were gonna make it. We took some pics and pulled out our burgers. Cold and messy. In other words, the best burger you could get at the Tumble Inn. They were perfect.

Before getting too cold we get rolling again, thinking we are heading downhill now. I mean, we must right? Nope, up again, but it isn’t long before we start to feel a downhill trend. Yep, that’s better pavement. It’s going steeper downhill! Holy shit! This is happening! We ride side by side down the hill to the 138. Our lights letting us go pretty quick down the hill. A short connector on the 138 and then the 5 mile climb up to Gorman. The lights are up there and with every pedal stroke they get closer. It seems to take forever, but they are getting closer. About 22:00 we roll into Gorman, a little later than we’d hoped, but we are in Gorman. 134 miles later and over 13,000 feet of climbing done! We have just completed the Ridge Route Brovet!

We are greeted by my Pops who has patiently been waiting for us. (Thanks Pops!) The Ranch House is closed, so we head next door to the Carl’s Jr. We must’ve looked like a couple of zombies as we walked in there. I know I felt like one. Time to eat. And eat. And eat.

The final step was to fill out the paperwork and send it in. This part was just as rewarding as doing the ride itself. Reliving the entire day as I filled out the route slip. My reward for this effort will be a patch. Not just any patch, but a patch you have to earn. And earn it we did. Get out there and do fun things. Explore your own area. Go Yonder!

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