I had a really long week at work and Friday was no exception, and I didn't get home until around 8. Since it was already so late, we discussed maybe bagging the hotel and just going to bed early and setting out in the wee hours, but Lee preferred driving the night before rather than the morning of. So we hit the road around 8:30 pm, stopped for dinner en route at the In-N-Out Burger in Lathrop near I-5 (double-double with grilled onions and fries well done, yuuum), and then continued on past Stockton and points east. We rolled into the Holiday Inn Express in Jackson around 11-ish and lights were out soon thereafter.
We arrived bright & early at Howard Park in Ione. You could tell we were coming in from the opposite direction of most everyone else, there was a huge line of cars coming in from the north (the direction of Sacramento) waiting in line to make the left into the park, while we just pulled up and made the right turn from our direction. Hee.
After all the recent rain the paking areas were very muddy, but parking was very nicely orgainzed. Poor Lee had to park over a puddle on the drivers side but he made the best of it.
The weather was unexpectedly promising, it was a bit overcast but the clouds didn't look menacing at all. We had assumed it would rain so Lee kept the fenders on his Romulus and I brought my Romulus, Pokey, my official "rain bike" with fenders and wider Pasella Tourguard tires. In retrospect I wish I had Dusty, which is set up a bit lighter & has no fenders, but who knew?
The check-in was very well organized, it took us all of 5 minutes apiece. After we checked in I realized I actually had a cell phone signal right where I was standing, so I gave SadieKate a call. She and Bubba were en route and just passing thru Sacramento, where it was pouring rain. I assured them that the weather looked fine out here. Even though they would start the ride a good hour or so after us, I assumed they would catch up to us before the end (which they did !)
Lee & I set off at a happy clip (partly to keep warm, brrr). The roads were for the most part very good, with lovely scenery, mostly farmlands and pastures. Every now & then we'd see a "flooded" sign along the road but by and large whatever flooding they had was pretty much gone by then, even though we did have to ride across a couple of miniature lakes in the road. People would often comment about how smart were to have fenders. All in all I was feeling pretty good and I attacked the smallish hills with my version of vim & vigor.
After the 2nd rest stop at around mi 30, we encountered a bunch of rollers and I although I was eating and drinking sufficiently, I started to feel achey and sluggish, and around mi 35-38 I was wondering if I would even be able to finish! I took a couple of Ibuprophen (2 X 200 mg if it matters to anyone), slowed down considerably and shifted to my lowest gears on the hills more often than not. I eventually started feeling better, not great, but better. It helped that the countryside was really beautiful, so I went into full-on cyclotourist mode and did a lot of sightseeing. And the sun was out by then, which really helped pick up my spirits.
I felt much better by the 3rd rest stop at around mi 50, which featured make-your-own sandwiches at a nice little park. We took a good long time at that rest stop, it was very early afternoon, the ride was nearly over, and the sun was out and it was soooo nice to sit out in the sun and strech our legs. My body was reminding me that I hadn't been on this long of a ride with so many hills and rollers in ages.
Our dawdling paid off, since just as we were about to set out again, along came SadiKate & Bubba! It was great to see them but I figured it would be best if we got moving again, so after chatting for a few moments Lee & I set off, with plans to meet up with them again at the after-ride feast.
The last part of the ride featured a couple of good climbs, but in reality the longer climbs seemed almost easier for me than the constant up & down of the rollers. Go figure. Part of that would be because I would invariably encounter people who didn't know how to ride rollers, or more specifically, didn't know enought to use the momentum from the downhill to help propel them up the next hill. So I'd get to the bottom of one hill and be cranking along as the road sloped up again, and I'd catch up to someone who would start pedalling only when they started slowing down on the uphill. By then their forward momentum would be shot, and they'd often be in the wrong gear, so they'd slow down even more searching for the right gear. Meanwhile there I am bearing up on them at considerable speed (er, comparatively) and sometimes I'd be able to pass and keep moving, but sometimes I wouldn't be able to pass right away for one reason or another, so I'd have to slow down which made that hill harder than it needed to be. Oddly enough, I'd see that very often often in riders that otherwise seemed fairly strong and experienced.
Oh, and don't get me going on pacelines !I just started going down one particularly nice-looking descent as a long paceline started to pass me (the guy in front kindly informed me that he was at the front of a long line, which I appreciated). So we start going down this hill and by the time the second or third person passed me it was clear that I could go down that hill much faster than they were going. But what to do? If I turned on the gas (it wouldn't have taken much) I would have been passing them on the right which I do *not* do, and they were still in a line so I didn't want to cut into it. So instead I sat up and feathered my brakes a bit and grumbled to myself over the lost screamin' downhill opportunity. Oh, and had to plod up the next hill since said paceline came to a near halt once they started going up again. Gah.
But there were plenty of other fun descents along the ride to to make up for that missed one.
So, we got back to Howard Park - I was on my second (maybe fourth?) wind by then and feeling good, still my body was glad it was over. We loaded up the bikes and got back to the party area when SK and Bubba rolled in. We had the feast and some caaaake and chatted for a bit, it was great to see them. (I passed on the Bud Lite).
Like SK said, Lee and I went to check out the scene at the nearby Jackson Rancheria casino, but instead we wandered around there a little bit and decided we'd rather drive home and have a nice dinner and an early night. So we drove home, feasted on beef ribs at a nearby Cattleman's and turned in early - and I slept like a proverbial rock !
Here's the route profile from my computer (please ignore the avg speed):
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