A Different Kind of Ride

Every year the Vancouver Bicycle Club puts on the Ride Around Clark County (RACC).  The ride starts near downtown Vancouver and offers various ride lengths from 20 miles to 100 miles.  The 100 mile ride usually came by our house in the opposite end of the county.  I often thought about doing this ride (not the 100 miler), but the traditional date for it was in May, and it was often raining.......not the most fun way to ride a bike.  This year they wised up and changed the date to August and I decided to give it a try.  I have been riding my bicycle almost every other day, which is my summer exercise choice, but I haul my bike to Woodland and ride a level, traffic-free route mostly on dike roads that protect farm land from flooding by the Columbia river.  My route is about 18 miles and pretty much the same thing every time.  I was ready for some change.  I decided to do the 34 mile route, which is pretty wimpy, but still twice my normal ride.  One of the attractions of the ride was a barbecue at the end, including beer. 

Carolyn and I drove the van down to the start at the Pierson Air Museum, which is on the Fort Vancouver historic site.  Here I am getting ready to go:

It was a case of start whenever you feel like it, and I ended up riding with no other riders around for quite a ways after I got going.  There were markings on the road that indicated when to make a turn, and periodically there was a "reassuring" marker for continuing on in the same direction.  I found that without other riders around me I got the feeling of anxiety I used to get when desert racing and wondering if I missed a course marker.  And, in fact, I did miss one, but the road dead ended shortly so I didn't go too far out of my way. 

At the half-way distance they had a rest stop with all kinds of goodies to boost your energy.  Quite an upgrade from the bike rides I did in California where they would provide only water and some mushy warm bananas.  Here is a sample:

The course had been pretty level up to this point with a lot of dedicated bike lanes.  Still, it has been a long time since I commuted by bicycle and had to deal with city traffic and stop signs and stop lights.  It was a little stressful. 

After the rest stop we got into some pretty steep hills and roads without any shoulder.  Good that it was fairly early on a Saturday so traffic was light.  After the hills I was beginning to get a bit weary, and by the time I hit 30 miles I was ready for the finish and the beer and barbecue. 

Carolyn just happened to be bringing the van to the finish when I got there.  She had been walking and got in over 12,000 steps, so she got her big dose of exercise. 

The club put on a good feed; the beer was local craft brew:

And the pulled pork sandwich was delicious:

There was plenty of seating indoors in an old aircraft hangar:

An interesting thing, that you can sort of see in this photo, was that hardly anybody was less than 50 years old.  I'm not the only one who took to a bicycle when the old joints got too ruined from age and over use. 

It was a good day.  The weather was perfect and I got to ride somewhere different and stretch my effort a bit.  I was pretty mellow for the rest of the day.   

Beat the Rain

In fact, the prediction of rain might have been a bit overblown.  We've had a few sprinkles, but not much.  It is still in the forecast, though, and our gardens need it.

It was such a beautiful day with perfect riding temps that I just couldn't take the most direct route home.  I came up over Mt Hood and down a normally great curvy road into the town of Hood River, but the road was messed up by a lot of cinders left over from the last effort to provide traction in snow and ice.  So I rode backwards on the road that provided the view in my first day's blog, and then added the Vancouver area racer road from Carson to Cougar.  It was a great way to end the ride.  Today was 260 miles and I got home about 1pm.   The total trip miles was 2,353. 

I've got the bike cleaned up and on the lift ready for a bunch of maintenance, the most intensive of which is a valve check and adjustment.  Based on the comments yesterday from Mike, I checked the charge going to the battery at high rpm and found it to be normal, so I guess I just happened to have a couple of burned-out bulbs and not a voltage regulator problem.  I have been planning to install a voltage gauge and was just waiting for the valve check to give me a chance to install it.  My last bike left Carolyn and I stranded outside of San Francisco when the stator fried itself and the battery went completely dead.  A gauge will give me some warning about these problems. 

I'm thankful for a fun and safe ride for both myself and Jenny, and that Carolyn is not suffering too many after effects of the accident.  It's also good to be home. 

Doin' Miles

468 to be exact.  From Auburn to Bend.  It's not the shortest route, but it keeps me from going through Portland.  I had a good reason to put big miles in today; it's supposed to start raining at home tomorrow afternoon.  I would like to avoid riding in rain if I can.

The roads were straight freeways or two laners and in parts of I5 and hwy 97 from Weed to Bend I was doing consistent 75 mph.  The little Honda ate it up, but also ate up the gas.  I was getting down in the 60's in miles per gallon.

Not many opportunities for picture taking today, but how about a nice view of Mt Shasta from a different perspective than along I5:

And a picture of a very bug splattered bike:

I'm having some minor bike problems.  Jenny noticed yesterday that my tail light was out, but the brake light still works, so since I don't ride a night, it's no big deal.  Then today an oncoming driver turned his headlights on as he passed me.  I  thought maybe he knew bikes were supposed to have the headlight on at all times and was trying to tell me mine wasn't.  Sure enough, the next time I stopped I checked and my low beam was out.  So I solved that problem by turning my high beam on, which is a separate light on the other side.  Maybe it's a little bright for drivers I come up on from behind, but so be it. 

Tomorrow should be a fairly short day and hopefully I will get home before the rain starts. 

Local Rider Leads the Way

I regularly visit and post on a website for Honda CBR 500 riders.  I discovered that one of them lived not too far from Auburn and contacted him a couple of months ago.  He gave me his phone number and said to let him know when I get in the area.  I did that, and today he led Jenny and I on some of his favorite roads.  Since he was leading, and didn't have an intercom, I could not get him to stop for picture taking, so this post is going to be short on pics, but it was kind of relaxing to not have the navigating responsibilities.

Turns out this guy likes PMTs and one of them that he chose had several of the first ever 5mph turn advisory signs that I have seen.  I've seen lots of 10s, but never a 5.  He seemed pretty worried before we started on the road that Jenny would not be able to handle it, but she soon showed him that she is a very capable rider and had no problems keeping up.  He did include some faster, smoother roads and we all rode at pretty much the same pace.  It was a nice ride, but we had limited time, as Jenny needed to ride another 100+ miles to get home and also wanted to beat the Sunday traffic returning to San Francisco.

We did get this self picture of us at our lunch stop:

Rick actually has two CBR500s.......a 2015 "F" model and a new to him 2015 "R" model, which is what he rode today.  He is a bit younger than me at 65, but he has been riding for a long time and claims to  have done some track and road racing.  He is a good guy.

We got back to the motel about 1:30, and Jenny was underway shortly after:

She sent me a text that he got home safely around 4:30, so it was a successful ride.

One of my best ideas for this ride was to go to one location and stay in the same motel the whole time.  This meant we didn't have to pack and unpack our luggage every day, and we also didn't have to ride with it on the bikes.  For me, I notice the difference in the handling of the bike when it has the extra weight of the luggage, but it also allows me to get on and off in the normal "cowboy" way of swinging a leg over the seat.  This is much easier and more natural than the "Rocketts" high kick to get on with the side cases and tail pack mounted.

Tomorrow I start the slog back home.  I packed clothes for a three day trip, but I should be able to do it in two days.  It is actually a shorter distance than San Francisco, which I always did in two days.  There is also a forecast for rain at home on Wednesday, which would be nice to avoid.

PMT

The Butler maps have a category of road they call PMT, which stands for "Paved Mountain Trail".  We rode several of them today.  They look something like this:

Or This:

They definitely slow the pace, but are also often pretty bumpy and dirty.  Sometimes they lead to interesting places, like this bridge to bathrooms that you couldn't get to:

Jenny was her usual rebellious self and disobeyed the sign:

Today went much better than yesterday as far as navigating because there were no  road closures.  We did have a scare when a road we were on had a sign that said "Road Closed Ahead due to Snow".  Then a little later there was another sign that said "Your GPS is wrong.  The road ahead is closed due to snow".  I figured we were going to be in for another day of map reading.  I decided to continue on anyway just to get a picture for the blog of the snow-closed road.  It was a lucky decision, because before we got to the closure, we were instructed to take another road that headed south, not further east into the mountains.

In general, I followed the planned route using the GPS for most of the day, with one exception being a small loop I had planned to take off of the main general ride loop.  For some reason the GPS has a hard time with a route that comes back on itself and then continues on.  It kept telling me I was off route and wanted to calculate a new route that usually meant turning around.  We finally gave up on it, but it only cut out maybe 10 miles or so.  Still, it was another eight-hour day of riding and I was a tired puppy at the end.  Jenny seems to have more stamina than me even though she rides less.  Could it be the age difference?

Since it was Cinco De Mayo, we went out for a fine Mexican dinner:

Change to plan B.......wing it

The best laid plans of this mouse went slightly askew.  We went about 40 miles on the planned route over a couple of super good roads, following my planned route on the GPS.  Then the next road, which also looked super............was closed.  There was no option but to return the whole way, which was not a bad thing as it was such a good ride.  Here is a pic I took of the canyon with the road far below:

But now the problem was I had no GPS route to follow.  We had to resort to (gasp) paper maps:

What a pain!  We made a long detour and got back to the point where the closed road would have put us and finished at least part of the planned route, with a lunch stop here:

It ended up being a long day.  We started riding about 8:30 and finished at 5:00.

The significant event of the day was happening back home.  Carolyn and her sister were over in Portland and this happened:

Our car is totaled but Carolyn and Lynda seem to be OK.  It might be a different story by tomorrow morning.

So who knows what tomorrow will bring?  Hopefully no closed roads or accidents

HooYa!

I rode 225 miles today and all but the first nine and the last ten were on super roads in perfect weather with no traffic.  In fact, that has been a feature of this ride so far ......I have had the road almost all to myself.  Not all the roads today were smooth and fast, some were like this:

But that was fine, because it made me slow down and enjoy the scenery.

I was concerned about running into snow, and I did come on some:

But the roads were dry without even much melt water to worry about.

I took this GPS shot on one of the best roads of the day.  This one was mostly fast and smooth:

As I got to the lower elevations it got greener and greener.  I don't think I have ever seen California looking better.

Jenny arrived at the motel in faster time than Google Maps estimated due to her getting aquainted with lane splitting again.  She also got to use the carpool lane.  Bikes rule in California!

Tomorrow we start three days of epic riding.