It was another amazing day today. The weather was perfect. The pool was open, but I decided not to swim. What?!? It was a tough decision, but I need time in the saddle if I’m going to have any chance of completing Seattle to Portland in one day. So I decided to ride instead.
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My legs were feeling a little shaky from the 10k run I did yesterday, so I figured I wouldn’t go too far or too fast… just get some time in the seat. I didn’t have a real plan for where to ride, but I thought I would go ride up Torrey Pines and then come back. On the way down El Camino Real, I was feeling really slow. I was pedaling pretty hard, but it felt like I wasn’t able to go very fast. I wondered if I had a break pad rubbing. No, my legs were just jello from the run yesterday (really from taking so much time off and then doing that run). So I decided not to do the Torrey Pines hill climb and just turned north into Del Mar along the 101.
I started feeling stronger as I made my way through Del Mar and up into Solana Beach. I was still taking it easy, but I really enjoyed the salty sea air. When I hit Cardiff, I turned off the 101 and rode along Vulcan. I always ride Vulcan south, but this was my first time riding it north. It’s a whole different animal going north. The road is really rough and I kept thinking I may lose a tire or two. I’ll stick to the 101 going north through Encinitas from now on.
Somewhere around the power plant in Carlsbad a guy on a bike with a small gas motor passed me. I wasn’t happy about it. He wasn’t pedaling at all, except going up hills. I decided I was going to pass him back. He wouldn’t expect it. I pushed hard and made up a lot of distance on the flats, but he was able to keep me at bay on the climbs. I made a big run on one of the climbs and caught up to him as we approached a light that was turning yellow then red. The other side of the light was a descent. I knew I would blow right past him on that descent. But then he ran the red light. I wasn’t stupid enough to follow that lead, so I waited a full minute before I started trying to catch up to him again. I did finally catch up and draft behind him for a while before passing him. He turned east shortly after that, so I don’t know how long I would have stayed in front, but it didn’t matter. I won. I wound up setting a bunch of PRs on the segments where I was chasing him down.
When I got to Oceanside there was a strong wind coming in from the ocean. I thought I could use it to my advantage and head up the bike trail along the river. Unfortunately, I couldn’t figure out how to get to the bike trail. The road I was on either got on the freeway or turned into a bridge over the river. I tried a bunch of ways to get down to the river trail, eventually turning around and giving up, only to find a sign with directions on how to get there. I was right about being able to use the wind. I flew up the river trail averaging well over 20 mph. That was really fun. But then I was at the top faced with a decision about how to get back home. Should I fight the wind and head back to the ocean? That didn’t sound fun. Should I head up through Vista and San Marcos? That sounded like a lot of work too, but that’s what I decided to do.
Somewhere along the way I thought I had missed the turn I wanted to take. It was my first time riding the loop this direction, and I didn’t remember the names of the roads or the distances between them. Eventually I saw a road that looked pretty big, so I turned. It wasn’t the right choice. I got lost. I turned to Google Maps for help. It wanted me to climb a huge hill. I decided to try something else. I got lost some more. I found my way to several dead-end streets where I had to turn around to get out. Eventually I worked my way through some really nice sections of Carlsbad and found El Camino again. I rode that south to La Costa and stopped at a gas station for a refill.
I checked my phone. It was already 5:00! I had wasted a lot of time climbing, getting lost, etc. I texted Charmaine to see if she wanted to ride home with me. I figured I was far enough south of Oceanside now that she would be passing by sooner or later (unless she took the train). I didn’t hear back, so I rode La Costa out to Vulcan and texted again. Still nothing. I called and left a voicemail. No response. I took that as a sign she was not on the train and was actually riding. I decided to head south along Vulcan going slow. She would eventually catch up to me.
I stopped when I got the train station in Encinitas. I had a bunch of texts and missed calls from Charmaine. She left work a little early and had already ridden all the way to Solana Beach where she was waiting for me. I tried to hurry, but I was wasted. I had already ridden almost 60 miles on nothing but water and shot blocks. We rode slowly through the back roads of Solana Beach and then down through Del Mar.
We tried a new way home that was sort of interesting. Instead of going all the way through Del Mar and then up Carmel Valley the way we normally did, we turned east on Del Mar Heights road and then cut into the neighborhood to the south. It was still a steep climb, and I was still wasted. At one point I was trying to start climbing and get clipped in, but my left foot would not clip in. I was pushing pretty hard and managed to tip myself over to the left. I successfully unclipped my right shoe as I went down, but I still went down. The crank rolled over my right calf, then scraped it and stuck in a second time. That was fun. I think it’s the first time I’ve crashed while moving. I wasn’t going very fast, but it still wasn’t great. I had to realign some pieces of my handlebar and check everything before finishing the ride.
I was quick to point out that despite riding way more miles than I originally planned, and despite the crash, it was still a great ride and much better than spending the afternoon sitting in front of a computer working.
