... and in Winters, and at Muscovite Corner, and at Pope Valley, and all points in-between. Gahhhhh.
SK had the brilliant idea to ride essentially the Davis 200K brevet route but starting and ending in Winters rather than Davis, which would be 80 miles instead of the ~120 miles of the brevet route. “40 miles less, works for us !” thought LeeBob and I. (Turns out the brevet was 130 miles). We sort of chose to ignore the part where SK mentioned that we’d be doing essentially all the hilly parts of the brevet.
We arrived at Steady Eddy’s coffeehouse in Winters very early (GoogleMaps assumes you’ll be driving at the speed limit), where we found Trekhawk patiently waiting, on her second (or was it her third?) coffee. Evidently she too believed the travel times provided by MapQuest, plus she gave herself extra time in case she was lost. But if you have to wait somewhere, Steady Eddy’s is better than most.
SK and Bubba arrived soon afterward. Unlike Trekhawk and I, SK was not wearing her AV jersey. She mentioned that she’s been wearing it so much lately that she didn’t want to wear it out so she’d save it for Special Occasions. Trekhawk and I were hurt – crushed! – that SK didn’t consider a day out with us a Special Occasion, but we took it well and only gave her grief about it through the entire ride and dinner afterwards. And we’ll continue to do so at every opportunity for only the next year or so.
It was a bit chilly when we headed out so I wore my wool armwarmers and my AV vest although this was not a special occasion. I assumed I wouldn’t need them for very long, but as it turned out it stayed fairly chilly for most of the morning and well into the afternoon. I could still kick myself for not bringing my bolero along too – I had my big “winter” carradice saddlebag with me so there was plenty of room for it – since Trekhawk didn’t wear any arm or leg warmers and I could imagine the poor girl was freezing on the downhills.
SK and LeeBob took off from the get-go. I hung off the back and TH stayed with me and we proceeded to alternatively marvel at the lovely scenery and grouse about the headwind we were riding through. We all slogged up the Dam(n) hill and then Cardiac, TH whining about how she’s not used to hills and in true sandbagger fashion then proceeding to smoke me on them. We passed by the spot where HotRodd first shouted out the infamous AV motto “Amici Veloci my @ss!” so I used what little breath I had available to do likewise. TH and SK were so far ahead of me I doubt they heard.
Got to the top of Cardiac and waited a little for LeeBob. I’m not sure if the rest of our group knew that he had slightly sprained his ankle earlier in the week, and he insisted that it felt fine but he dropped back some on Cardiac so I wanted to make sure he was OK. While there I had a nice chat with a guy on the Davis brevet who was waiting for his companion. Lee and the companion arrived within moments of each other, and the brevet guys remared about our lovely old bikes. They were very surprised to find out that Lee’s was only about 3 years old and mine was about 10.
We all regrouped at Moskovite corner and we were all thrilled to see Veronica pull in. Although it wasn't a Special Occasion she saw fit to wear her AV jersey. We figured we’d see her at some point since the route was out and back but it was very nice to see her at a stop. Hopefully we didn’t hold her up too long!
We all headed out and rode together a bit, but our pace was a bit too leisurely for our Princess Zippyso after a few miles she took off, which we totally understood since this is a timed event and she wanted to get in a good time (whereas some of us just wanted to survive!
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We reached the turnaround at Pope Valley (which was about 40 miles for us) and stopped at the store for a rest and eats. V was at the brevet checkpoint at the building next door and she stopped for a moment to chat again before she headed out, and we all made plans to meet up in Davis for dinner.
Our group headed out again and my legs felt like LEAD for at least the first 10 miles ! Gahhh. Bubba hung back with me for a while as TH and LeeBob became small specks way up ahead of me and SK was somewhere in the next county. I eventually caught up to Lee and TH (only 'cuz they were waiting very patiently for me). We then went down one particularly steep and bumpy hill and unbeknownst to me I had left one of the small side pockets on my saddlebag open since Pope Valley, and my long thin cablelock fell out of that pocket probably going over one of the bumps. Trekhawk yelled out to me but I didn’t hear her over the wind noise and when she caught up to me on the next hill we couldn’t figure out what it was. It only occurred to me what it was when we reached Moscovite Corners again and I saw that pocket was open. d’oh.
I livened up a lot once we reached Moscovite Corner and I downed a mocha frappuchino and a small bag of potato chips. yum. There was still Cardiac Hill to climb over, and although it’s considered harder going in the direction we went in the morning, it sure was harder for me on the way back. Gahhhh. Trekhawk was grousing about nearly needing to puke but she still did the hill twice as fast as me in true sandbagger fashion. Once we made it over Cardiac and saw that lovely “cheese wedge” sign warning trucks to use low gears, we knew it was pretty much downhill the rest of the way.
Here's the profile showing my blistering pace.![]()
When we reached the parking lot in Winters we called V who was very nearly done with her ride, and we all met up for a fun dinner in Davis at S(p)udwerks Brewery which morphed into SadieKate’s pre-birthday dinner.
That gold-wrapped Scharffen Berger chocloate is goooood stuff, many thumbs up.
Another grand day out with my pals, and I’m only a little achey today.