Well, I'm totally humbled after reading about Melissam's great ride (and perseverence!) on the century, but I promised a ride report, so, for what it's worth, here it is.
It was SO cold and windy when we got there! We had to wait while two in our group went to check in, and it was torture - I was kind of nervous, and anxious to get going, and, I was freezing. We finally got rolling, but I don't think I really warmed up until halfway through the climb up Gilroy Hot Springs. Speaking of which, I'm kind of surprised that people have compared it to Old La Honda, because IMHO, it's not even close. (I haven't ridden OLH in about a year, though, so take that with a grain of salt.) Still, it was a little longer than I expected, and was definitely a good climb.
After eating a bit (and not enough, as it turned out), and getting our picture taken at the rest stop at Gilroy Hot Springs, we pushed on. Our group really split up on the descent down Canada Rd. We have some pretty aggressive/confident descenders (is that a word?) but I'm pretty conservative, especially on roads I'm unfamiliar with. Even so, I got stuck behind someone even slower than mewho was hanging out in the middle of the road, and with the car traffic, and other cyclists wizzing by, I didn't feel comfortable passing him. So I was on my own when I got down to the valley, and had to deal with the wind for the first time. It was pretty bad in the morning - I can't imagine what Melissam was dealing with in the afternoon! I just put my head down and slogged away for what seemed like forever, heading north right into the wind, and then turning west and getting buffeted by cross winds, and so on, and so on...
At one point, I found myself behind two other women. We weren't pacelining, but we were on a busy road with very little shoulder, and we were riding single file. After reading that thread here about drafting, I was really conscious of sucking uninvited on someone else's wheel and was trying to keep at least a bike's length behind them. I had to slow at one point because of something in the road, and all of a sudden, I heard a guy behind me bark, "SLOWING!" I looked behind me, and there was a line of at least 6 or 7 other cyclists behind me! I felt really uncomfortable, because I wasn't feeling strong enough to take the front, but I also felt like I couldn't gracefully get myself out of the line without causing problems because of the heavy traffic, and narrow shoulder. I slowed down just a bit, and I guess people got tired of my slow(er) pace, and they finally passed me.
I finally caught up to my DH and another guy in our group just as we started on the rollers leading up to Uvas reservoir, and by that time, (about mile 38?) I was hurting. My muscles were getting tight and kind of achy, which always happens after about 35 miles, and I could tell I was running out of gas. I kept thinking that the Uvas rest stop was coming right up, but it seemed like it took forever to get there. When we did, I was pretty out of it. I couldn't figure out where to put my bike, and I just kind of stood there in front of the racks, staring. My DH told me later that I actually asked him where I could put my bike.It was weird. I was so thankful that they had PB&J, nutbreads, and trailmix, because even though I knew that I really needed to eat, most kinds of food didn't sound at all appealing, and those were things that I felt like I could get down without gagging. (I'm a weirdo, I know).
After that, the ride was a breeze, and I really started enjoying myself. The food that I'd eaten, and the Advil that I'd taken at Uvas kicked in, and I felt MUCH better. The last rest stop at Machado school was my favorite. Maybe it was just because I was feeling so much better, but the people seemed super friendly, the sun finally came out and I could take off my windbreaker, and they had a sweet pup named Cindy hanging out there, looking for treats under the food tables. She had her own name tag, and I found out from her owner that it was her fifth Tierra Bella!
It was only about 10 miles to the finish when we left Machado school, and I just seemed to feel stronger and stonger, even though the wind really started picking up. At one point, a crosswind almost knocked me over! I felt fantastic when we rolled back into the parking lot at Gavilan. I was actually wondering if I had it in me to do 40 more miles. Yeaaaah, right. I think it was just the euphoria at finishing!
I have to say that this was an extremely well-organized ride. Every single volunteer I encountered was friendly and helpful, and the food was excellent. And the scenery was beautiful. I was so impressed! This metric was definitely more challenging than the Wine Country we did last year. It seemed like there was a lot more climbing, definitely more wind, and, I guess, just the caliber of the average rider on this ride was higher than the Wine Country, based, from what I could tell, on the average pace.
Anyway, for all two of you who are still reading this novel, I just want to thank everyone who answered my call for more information about this ride. It was all very helpful, and I definitely appreciated it. This is a great community, with many caring and supportive members, and I hope to be able to contribute more as I get to be a stonger and more experienced rider!
Thanks again! (Oh, and Melissam? You totally rock, and I'd guess you're going to kick some major butt on the ALC ride this June!)