From Grandma's cupboard...

 I was rummaging through Grandma's cupboard and found a box full of  25+ year old cycling photos. 

 

 1992 National Road Race Bloomington, Indiana

Simone Giacino, Justin Morgan, Jake & Chris Bauman 

1991 Pinecrest Road Race

Chris McGovern, Justin Morgan, Jake, AJ Kennedy, the twins, Adam Speigh, & Todd Huchings

1993 Dole Citrus Classic Visalia Road Road

Jake, ? & Sean Bragstad

April 7, 1991 Coastal Sportive 

Eric Wilhelm, Jake, Detlif

1992 National Road Race Boomington Indiana

Heath Sandal, Jake, Matt Johnson, David Bly, & Ryan ?

Like Father...Like Sons

 AC after a SJB Fremont Peak Bakery binge

Vincent & Anthony after a Ghirardelli binge

 

AC dreaming of some tasty treats enroute to the top of the Gabilan Range

Road to Nowhere...

with the former Charlie Mottet

Don Bosco Boogie with AC

Searching for the legend of Don Bosco in the Coastal Range.

Dental Insurance, Wheel Insurance...

A hand built wheel from Harry Gurney of  Spokesman Bicycles is truly an insurance policy worth having. Please note the brass washers on the spoke heads. I know it's psychosomatic but I always feeling more confident and silky when pedaling a set of his artwork / handiwork. Thank you Harry for building my wheels since 1991. I find it funny that the rims have been getting heavier every year since the late 80's. Remember the GL 280's & 330's?

Hook #3 by Tim Neenan

                       Our friend Tim will be coming out of retirement to help with our lonely hook.

Pushing Pedals Peeping Pumas

                                             AC: "I think it's looking right at me"

Santa Cruz vs Santa Barbara...

It was a hard fought battle in perfect conditions with north vs south on the line. In the end, medals were issued, hands were shook and smiles were shared (for the camera). Great job girls!

"see you at the top guy"...

said two youngsters as they flew by me on their fancy pants bikes at the second bridge crossing. Slightly startled, I moved over to the shoulder  because I was concentrating more on unwinding my rubber band from work then putting power to the pedals. I answered the greyhounds back with a respectful little, "have a good one" thinking that they were in fact of the caliber of pedal pushers who can offer up the definitive claim of - we won't be seeing that guy again. They effortlessly rolled off the front with their 29" waists and wheels. I re-positioned myself on the saddle and settled in for a few moments of "unwinding".

Work was no longer bouncing around my frontal cortex as I unzipped my jersey and concentrated on my pedal stroke. Transferring power to the pedals is a funny thing, there are days that it seems impossible and others where the crank rotation is absolutely silky. As I rolled through the first turn as the fire road tilts upward, I was leaning towards the silky side of things today. The road gets punchy for a few moments and I was feathering the throttle to keep from blowing up when I heard one of the greyhounds chatting about me as I approached the next set of turns. It had something to do with my bike. In a moment of defiance, I accelerated passed a lung on a stick runner who was doing interval work (?) and caught the two greyhounds just as the road leveled off. I asked them if they were headed to Santa Rosalia and they said no they were going all the way to the top (is that Mt Umunhum, Hamilton, Sonora, Tioga?). I couldn't help myself and told them as I kept accelerating that they definitely won't see me at the top and to have a great day.

Papa Wuleur & Joe Appaloosa...

Got out with Papa today on some of our favorite little paved and unpaved jems. We picked fruit, talked shop and did some exploring. It is great to see him out and comfortable! Hats off to Grant and his team for setting him up right. I smell a tour in the future.