It went pretty well, despite my numerous acts of foolishness.
- Forgetting my water bottles at home
- Drinking enough coffee to get my heartrate way above what was comfortable climbing Old La Honda
- Leaving the camera set on ISO 1000 (OK, so not so crucial, but it did make my pictures look like Matisse had painted them). A certain friend who shall remain nameless did something much the same on a certain vacation, I believe.
Anyhow, the four of us went up OLH, did the five mile slog south on Skyline to Page Mill, and then down Page Mill. Weather was perfect, and views were pretty good along the Skyline stretch. Less haze would have improved them, but hey, the way my camera was set I wouldn't have gotten any good photos of the view anyhow.
Also, despite the coffee I managed to come ever closer to my previous personal best on Old La Honda, so that's a good thing. OK, so I was last in the group. Ppppht.
And as an indicator as to how wacky I can get on rides sometimes, I have a definite memory that on the early steeper part of the descent down Page Mill, I was talking myself through the turns, saying 'Don't brake here, don't brake in the turn, countersteer *now*' and stuff like that. Not sure why I was doing that, but I felt pretty confident going down, so it worked out.
I should also mention that we stopped at the John Peckham memorial on Old Page Mill, which was a rather sobering experience.
Oh, right, the title. On the way back along Alameda, zooming along with a nice tailwind, suddenly I felt my rear wheel lurch to the right. Instant flat.
It turned out to be a big staple embedded in my rear tire. Annoying, but got it changed quickly and with the help of Mike (Fast Mike, I believe, as opposed to the Mustache Mike I rode with last week) got the wheel back on without my usual fumblings.
And here's the ride profile and stuff:
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