This weekend my husband rode with his bike club in the Wine Country Century. It’s a 100-mile, all-day ride that you have to register for at midnight when registration opens or you don’t get a spot. The kids and I tagged along. We goofed around at Westminster Woods Camp & Conference Center most of the day he was riding, but we did make it out to the driveway about 8:45 a.m. to watch the riders negotiate the Bohemian Highway stretch.
Here’s hubby at the rest stop at mile 71, looking pooped. Because it’s such a hard life when you’re cycling through wine country.
I’m glad he did it, glad for his sense of accomplishment and for him to make new friends while feeling the burn. He also knocked 100 miles off of his 250-mile goal for May is Bike Month. (I need to get my plan together, as I’ve pledged 100 but am only up to 8 so far.)
The century ride, which starts and ends in Santa Rosa, was also was a great excuse for us to tack on a mini-vaycay. We took Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday to drive up Highway 1 to California’s North Coast, where we checked out Humboldt Redwoods, MacKerricher, and Patrick’s Point State Parks as well as Redwood National Park. (Hover your mouse over each photo in the slide show below to see the captions.)
What makes me the most proud of my husband, aside from the sheer strength and endurance he deployed to ride 100 hilly miles, is that he’s brave enough to do so on roads with very skinny shoulders or none at all. Also curves that you and motorists can’t see around. I’ve so far stuck to established bike trails and simple, ’round the burbs Point A to Point B riding, because the other kind scares me silly.
The only road biking I’ve ever attempted was a 20-miler as part of a triathlon, on a road that was so straight any drivers could see us from far off, giving them plenty of time to slow down or move over to afford us riders a bit of knee room. And even then my heart was racing over and above its normal rate for physical exertion.
Do you ride on the road? How do you screw your courage up to do it?