The first pandemic Jersey Ride successfully took place today courtesy of Jeff Pekrul and Scott Steffens. The last JR was February, with the March ride cancelled because of rain and then the next day the statewide lockdown started. Sigh. So this was a real “coming out” for the Jersey! Scott and Jeff were accompanied by Ginny, Joan, Maurizio, and Mina. Mina was new to DSSF and this was her first ride; Maurizio was last seen in 2017 and then his bike got stolen! Apparently he’s back on two wheels (and with a big-ass lock probably!) Jeff reports that the JRiders did the usual Tib loop with a stop at Woodlands Market. On the way back they went through Fort Baker in lieu of the trafficky haul up Alexander. Wildlife sightings included a coyote in the Presidio, a sea lion in Sausalito, and two bears in black leathers on Harleys. Although cool and damp after last night’s rain, the air was super fresh and clear allowing stellar views across the Bay. See you in January!
Normally at this time of year we’d be looking at a roster replete with centuries and gran fondo rides for the following year. But the pandemic has thrown these events into question. That shouldn’t be surprising because it takes at least six months of planning to pull off a large public event. Clubs and organizations that cancelled 2020 events and looked forward to 2021 have been concerned and privately tentative as COVID-19 worsened in early fall and some have already hit the eject button in order not to waste club effort and precious funds on another cancelled event.
The news of vaccines on the immediate horizon, which we greet with relief, has probably led to even more decisions to cancel because it does not look like enough people can be vaccinated before summer to make these events viable. Not all events have been cancelled, at least to date. Below is the list of events and their current status. Some events are becoming “virtual”. This usually means that you can ride one of the routes on your own during the specified window of time. Some rides are partially supported. Keep in mind that events that are currently listed as taking place may still be cancelled or postponed.
Saturday Feb 13: Velo Love Ride. 60 or 100 mi. No word on this event but very unlikely to happen.
Saturday Feb 20: Tour de Palm Springs. 102, 51, 26, 9 mi; reg open now, $40. This is a virtual event.
Saturday Feb. 20: Pedaling Paths to Independence. 65 or 25 mi;
$45-40. No word on this event but very unlikely to happen. $25 donation. Now a virtual event; ride a route between 2/27 through 3/7.
Saturday, March 6: Blossom Bike Ride. 60, 45 or 20 mi; $50. CANCELLED
Saturday Mar. 13: Solvang Century. CANCELLED.
Saturday, April 10: Cinderella Classic & Challenge. Limit of 800; $65/40. But registration is not open. CANCELLED but there may be a virtual Cinderella–stay tuned.
April 25. Mt. Hamilton Challenge. This ride hasn’t been held the last three years.
?April. Eroica California. No word yet and no date announced. Now rescheduled for Sept. 12. Registration is not open yet.
Sunday Apr. 26 Chico Wildflower. $60-40.
This ride was calendared but has been removed, which probably means it’s cancelled. It’s now a virtual event from April 26 through May 9. Registration is now open. You can choose one of the traditional century routes or do their (easier) Adventurer ride or their new Scavenger hunt.
Saturday, April 17: Mr. Frog’s Wild Ride. 100 & 50k routes. No word yet. The roads near Murphys are incredible.
Apr. 18: Bike Around The Buttes. No word yet and no date announced.
Sunday April 18: Primavera Century. CANCELLED
May 20-23: Sea Otter Classic. reg not open yet; $90-110. Has been postponed to October 7-10, 2021.
Saturday Apr. 24: Tierra Bella. CANCELLED
Saturday Apr. 24: Wildflower Century. CANCELLED
?Saturday Apr. 24: Devil Mountain Double. No word yet and no update on website as to whether it will be offered in 2021.
Saturday May 1: Siskiyou Scenic Bicycle Tour. 103, 90, 68, 38, 21, 8 mi routes. $65-20. Reg is open.
Saturday May 1: Wine Country Century. Has been tentatively postponed to October.
Sunday May 2: Grizzly Peak Century. Will either be virtual in May or possibly postponed to fall.
May 7-9: Campovelo Napa Valley. Also offered weekend of June 4-6. Chef Chris Cosentino’s orgy of food and cycling. Reg and details to follow…
?May: Delta Century. 100, 62, 25 mi routes. $35-55. No word yet on whether they’ll proceed.
Saturday May 8: I Care Classic. 100, 62, 33, 10 mi routes. No update yet on whether this will actually happen. It’s in Santa Clara County, which has been cautious with reopening, so don’t count on it.
Saturday May 21: Davis Double. No word. A third party site claims the ride will be on “Saturday May 21” but this is obviously incorrect. (The third Saturday in May is May 15, 2021, not May 21, which is a Friday.)
Saturday May 15: Tour delle Vigne. Reg is open; $65.
Sunday May 16: Strawberry Fields Forever. Reg is open; $75. Now postponed to May 15, 2022.
Saturday May 22: Devils Slide Ride. 100, 64, 40k; $90-45. Reg not open yet.
May 28-31: Paso Robles Cycling Festival. Reg is open; adult: $73; camping: $18.50/night
Sunday, May 30: Levi’s Gran Fondo. CANCELLED
?June: Supertour. No word on whether Supertour will take place in 2021.
Saturday June 12: Gold Country Cycling Challenge. 100, 100k, 42 mi, 10 mi. $45-70; reg open now. Now postponed to Saturday September 11.
Sunday June 6: Sequoia Century. 100, 72, 59, 44 mi; $95-45.
Reg was supposed to open 1/2/21. WW may cancel this event. Virtual event from June 1 through June 6.
Saturday June 19: Mile High 100. Reg is open.
Saturday June 19-June 26. Sierra to the Sea. CANCELLED
Saturday June 19: Castle Crags Century. 141, 99, 62, 79, 37 mi. No word on this event and
website is currently “suspended”. Website is back up and it’s tentatively scheduled for June 19.
?Saturday June 26: Climb to Kaiser. No word on this event.
Jeff P. led a Gazos Creek and Stage Road loop from Half Moon Bay yesterday. Here’s his ride report:
If Sonoma and Napa are the Wine Country, is the San Mateo coast the Pumpkin Country? On today’s ride from Half Moon Bay down to Gazos Creek and back via Stage Road and Purisima Creek, we saw a lot of pumpkin fields – perfect for a Halloween ride! Adding to the spookiness, it was so foggy on the coast until we reached the Pigeon Point lighthouse, that it made me think of the Legend of Sleepy Hollow, though no headless riders were seen.
It became a beautiful, sunny Autumn day with perfect temperatures. Our riding group from the past 3 weeks shrank by one, and today we just had Joan, Nancy, Scott and Jeff. At our stop at the Pigeon Point lighthouse, we took time to read the history plaque and snap photos of Whaler’s cove. We had our socially-distanced lunch stop in Pescadero, using the tables have been set up on a parking lot next to Duarte’s. We noticed that people were using the tables in the garden behind Arcangeli, so maybe that is an option for next time. Leaving Pescadero, we stopped to snap a couple photos in the creepy old graveyard, by the Goulson family plot. It just seemed right on Halloween.
The second half of this ride (Stage Road, lower Tunitas Creek, and Purisima Creek) is a personal favorite of mine. With 3900 feet of climbing, I think we all earned our pumpkin spice latte or whatever Halloween celebratory beverage we decided on for after the ride.
Here is Jeff’s report on our second “Pandemic” ride.
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
The group (Nancy, Joan, Scott, Donald and Jeff) met at McLaren lodge in Golden Gate Park, did a few group stretches, and reviewed the new COVID-19 ride safety protocols. The RWGPS route for the ride had us climbing Twin Peaks after Mt. San Bruno but we decided as a group to instead add the Presidio and drop Twin Peaks. So the route was last weekend’s Bakery Loop with the addition of a climb to the top of Mt. San Bruno.
For me the ride down the Great Highway, which is closed to traffic, is a highlight. I love the way the median has many home-decorated signs mostly urging people to vote. After riding along the southern edge of Lake Merced, we rode through the Westlake area of Daly City and made our way to Guadalupe Parkway which is a gentle climb with a broad shoulder for cyclists. We paused briefly at the beginning of Radio Road, which takes you to the top of the mountain where the radio transmitters are. At the top we snapped a couple photos and looked down on the cemeteries in Colma. Someone was shooting off fireworks there in the middle of the day which we all thought was odd. Since it was chilly there we didn’t stay long and instead took another break at the state park facility on Guadalupe Parkway. The steep descent on Carter Avenue was a shortcut to Geneva Avenue, which took us by McLaren Park on our way to Glen Park where we took another short break at the Destination Bakery before returning to Golden Gate Park via the Mission. By then the weather, which started off very cool and misty had become warm and sunny. It was a beautiful day for riding overall. –Jeff Pekrul
Many of us have done city loops a million times, and it normally wouldn’t occur to me to write a ride report about one, but Saturday’s city loop was special: after months and months of canceling rides, the club did our first group ride of the Covid-19 era.
Tony Moy has spent a ton of time researching the conditions under which we would be able to have a group ride. He put together a Health and Safety Plan for the club, as required by the City and County of San Francisco. We updated the club’s waiver to include some language about coronavirus. Jeff Pekrul was kind enough to volunteer to lead the ride. And, the board decided it was time for the club to start having group rides again.
So, we met on a gorgeous day in front of McLaren Lodge.
Note the nicely-distanced Spokers! For obvious reasons, part of our Health and Safety Plan is to maintain 6 feet between cyclists when we’re off our bikes. As you can see, we generally did a really good job of it.
Jeff gave a safety speech before the ride. It’s not something we normally do, but in the time of Covid-19, it’s essential. Our most important goal right now is to have rides that people feel safe going on.
Then it was time to ride.
The 6 of us left McLaren Lodge, went over to Arguello, then up to the pretty lookout:
From there, the familiar route through the Presidio, down the Great Highway, around Lake Merced, up Sloat, across Monterey, through the Mission and the Castro, over the Wiggle and back through the Panhandle to McLaren. 24 miles, around 2 hours rolling time.
A couple of observations from me:
- It was much easier riding in a mask than I thought it would be.
- The group did a good job distancing, and it felt safe to be riding with this group.
- Jeff and I checked in with the riders, and they all agreed about feeling reasonably safe on this ride.
- Alas, no pacelining, which is a lot of fun (for me) but just not very appropriate in this era. We’ll get back to it some day.
- The ride felt nice and sociable without being huggy/kissy.
The weather was spectacular Saturday and of course that helped.
You might ask, why did we start with a short, 24 mile ride? Couple of reasons. A lot of us are out of shape, and we wanted to start with rides that will help those of us who are out of shape get back into cycling gently. The City and County limits the amount of time groups like ours can spend on outdoor activities. So, 2 hours rolling through San Francisco is the current max. Third, the first few rides we do, including this one, are experiments. The board wanted to see how we would do as a club meeting the conditions set down by the City and County for group events.
My opinion: we did splendidly.
Big thank yous to Tony for putting the club’s Health and Safety Plan together, which made this ride possible, and to Jeff for leading the ride.
On a personal note, I’ve had a physical problem that’s kept me from riding for almost a year now. This was my first time back on a bike since last year’s Mt. Hamilton climb (which I was unable to finish). I’m not out of the woods yet, but it felt great to be back on a bike again, and to be able to ride with the club. It felt like I was riding in molasses the second part of the ride, but I guess molasses is pretty sweet.
The Guerneville Overnighter or Russian River Weekend has been on hiatus for ten years but not because we haven’t tried to restage it. The biggest obstacle to putting on another RRW is suitable lodging if we want to put it on in the traditional way. It’s not that lodging isn’t available—it would be relatively easy to book group accommodations as long as we did it ahead of time and picked a weekend that wasn’t already drawing a crowd eg. Lazy Bear Week. Traditional RRWs have had the following elements: (1) a Friday start for a group to cycle up to Guerneville for a three-day weekend; (2) inexpensive lodging, usually camping, in order make the trip available to the widest number of people, with an option for a room instead; (3) lodging in Guerneville preferably adjacent to the Russian River; (4) a Saturday group-prepared dinner. The two locations we’ve used most often, Fife’s and the Willows/Guerneville Lodge really aren’t suitable anymore. Fife’s is now Dawn Ranch Lodge and no longer has camping. It offers small cabins from $250-600 per night (one bed). The Guerneville Lodge is pretty much the way it has been but with two significant changes. The kitchen is no longer available for guest use so no group cooking can be done there, and now there is no onsite management with a consequence being loud, obnoxious partying in the lawn camping area making a peaceful stay a hit-or-miss thing (unless you want to party on too). At least the Guerneville Lodge still has camping.
The days of a Guerneville Overnighter costing about $20 are long gone too. Lodging along the Russian River, like everything else in the greater Bay Area, has experienced disproportionate inflation. $250 per summer weekend night for mediocre accommodations is common and some inns require a three-night stay. Even if we used an inn that did not require a three-night stay, the cost of a GW just for the lodging would be about $350-500 probably split for two people.
Camping has been a longtime option for GW; other than crashing with friends it is the only way to keep a Guerneville weekend inexpensive. Today a camp site runs about $40-50 per night or about $20-40 per person. That’s not bad, being just 100% inflation since 1983. But do Spokers still want to camp for a weekend? The club has aged up and the average income of club members is very likely quite a bit higher than it was in the ‘80s and ‘90s making camping–always the affordable choice–less necessary. If you look at the photos of the 1984 and 1985 Guerneville trips, other than the quaintness of people dressed in t-shirts and running shorts (by today’s standards they would be short shorts rather than just ‘shorts’) and tennis shoes you will notice that the bicycles are quite modest. It is a commonplace today to see bikes on club rides costing well over two grand whereas the average club bike back then was probably less than $300 brand new. Inflation since 1984 can’t account for that big of an increase. It says something demographically about Spokers back then: many members had low-to-moderate incomes simply because the Bay Area was still an affordable area for everyday people. I was a graduate student when I joined Different Spokes and my income was, well, a student income.
Currently in the Guerneville area the camping choices are limited. The bigger options are Guerneville Lodge, Parker Resort, Schoolhouse Canyon, and Johnson’s Beach. The Guerneville Lodge is still open but it’s a different place than it used to be, ie. there isn’t a group kitchen anymore and there is no onsite management, which apparently has made conflicts among visitors not uncommon, mainly noise and rowdiness at night. The Parker Resort is essentially camping only as is the Schoolhouse Canyon, with the latter not allowing groups larger than eight. The Highlands Resort, which the club has used before, does not allow groups bigger than eight. That leaves Johnson’s Beach which has group camping and rooms. The group camping site cost in 2019 was $200 per night for up to 20 people making it the same cost as Fife’s back in the day. However the group camping site is right at the entrance and next to town and the bridge making it a noisier location; it does have electric outlets though for charging your phones. Johnson’s Beach is rather crowded on summer weekends but that’s true for Guerneville in general.
Of the four conditions mentioned above eliminating one or all of them would open more possibilities. We could skip the ride up and back, in which case Guerneville becomes a getaway weekend; however this doesn’t resolve the lodging issue. If Spokers are less interested in camping, then our lodging choices become much wider as we could stay at any inn or owner-rented accommodation near Guerneville. Guerneville isn’t the only place to stay along the Russian River but it’s the most ‘urban’ (but not urbane) and has the most overt LGBT sensibility. But we could stay in Forestville, Monte Rio, or out of the small river towns altogether. Finally we could skip having a group-prepared dinner, which would obviate the need for a kitchen. But the critical one is cost: foregoing camping would mean the average cost per person would be about $250-350 per person for lodging rather than $80-100. Foregoing a kitchen means all the meals have to be eaten out and, again, higher cost.
When the club will be ready to go back is an open question with the pandemic having no predictable end. Next summer? Possibly but unlikely. However Guerneville resorts are currently open with COVID-19 precautions. But when we will have group rides and events again is uncertain. We certainly thought three months ago that this would all have come to an end by mid-summer and it hasn’t. Perhaps in this environment it would be better to stay out of Guerneville and in a more isolated location? If so we are probably talking about a house rental.
Of course the Russian River isn’t the only possibility for a club weekend trip. But finding another beautiful location within 100 miles of San Francisco that we can cycle to makes it a good choice.
If not for the pandemic we would have hosted the annual Orinda Pool Party & Ride by now. The Orinda Pool Party & Ride started in 2009 but longtime club members know that from 1997 to 2001 Sue Melly in Walnut Creek hosted the first East Bay Pool Party. We resurrected the event and we’ve held the event every year except for 2011 when we were too busy riding our bikes in Austria. Well, now it joins the list of missing-in-action club events for 2020.
The ride is usually the Pinehurst loop, a well-known training Berkeley training ride, or a near-variant except in 2017 when the Canyon bridge was out due to the previous winter storms and we rode towards Walnut Creek and Alamo rather than up to Skyline. If we had held the OPP this year we would have been able to ride Pinehurst over the not-quite-completed new Canyon bridge which is currently being repaired from the storm damage of winter 2017.
The ride has always been followed by the pool party and lunch when those who don’t want to bicycle could instead demonstrate their breast stroke and professional CPR skills at the pool. Until last year we had always served the same old, same old—homemade pesto with pasta, a Caesar salad, and Aidell’s sausages. Last year Roger got a hankering to smoke ribs instead, and since we were changing the menu we went ‘whole hog’ and subbed in homemade potato salad and cole slaw just to Make Brunch Great Again. Who knows what we would have done this year although last year several people approached me afterwards and opined that they did indeed miss the pesto. This year we also grew a big batch of Italian sweet basil just for the Pool Party only to have to hoard it for ourselves. Sigh.
Hopefully next year the pandemic will subside and we have vaccines and better treatments so that we can host the OPP yet again.
“L’Shana Haba’ah B’Yerushalayim” (oops, Orinda)
Since last Friday the air quality has been ghastly in the Bay Area because of the ubiquitous wildfires. For those who dwell in San Francisco or coastside it’s been perhaps less polluted at times; for those of us in the East and South Bay it’s been varying between ‘unhealthy’ to verifiably dangerous levels. Since the dozens of wildfires started over a week ago we’ve also been enduring an unusually long and withering heat wave that has intensified the smokiness by trapping much of the particulates at ground level in place. With no coastal breeze to blow the smoke inland we’re pretty much stuck inhaling the same smoke over and over.
Over here in Contra Costa the smoke has been eerie but not unfamiliar: two years ago with the Camp Fire we had air quality this bad, so bad that the haze looked like benign fog. Except it wasn’t. Three years ago we had the Tubbs Fire, which didn’t cause as much havoc with our air as the Camp Fire in 2018 or even today’s fires. I rode during the Tubbs Fire without misgivings. But the following year the Camp Fire was so bad that after one day of riding outside—even with a Respro mask—I gave up; I was coughing incessantly anyway until the winds changed a week or so later and moved the smoke out. This time I’m not making the same mistake. As soon as the air quality warning was raised, I hunkered down indoors. We have two HEPA filters running constantly and we are also running air conditioning not just to cool the house down but to do some additional filtering. I haven’t been outside much, let alone to ride, since the fires began over ten days ago. At night we run the AC and HEPA filter in the bedroom; in the morning when I open the bedroom door the house smells of smoke until we run the filters in the other rooms.
One of our ‘downtime’ projects has been constructing a new greenhouse. We go outside in the early morning to get as much work done as possible before the heat increases. We wear N95 masks when working; even so I get headaches from breathing in the smoke and have to retreat indoors to recover.
Despite the pollution if you’ve still gone riding outdoors, you’re made of hardier stock than I. Riding in this thick smoke is like smoking a pack of cigarettes! And if you think ‘Well, it’s just smoke—it may smell funny but it won’t harm me”, keep in mind that exposure to air pollution can not just exacerbate COPD but also cause it. All that aerobic training torn down simply by breathing in smoke. That said getting a fix from riding is good for your mental health especially these days. But during this season of hellacious wildfires I would caution you to ‘exercise’ discretion rather than your legs.
[8/25: Here’s an informative read on how wildfire smoke damages your lungs.]
Next up: swarms of locusts!
The Russian River Weekend, or Guerneville Overnighter used to take place every summer, usually mid-July to mid-August depending on the availability of camp sites and rooms. The last time we held a Russian River Weekend was in 2010. For the counting impaired that’s ten years ago. Ten. Years. However that’s not because we haven’t tried. In 2012 as part of the 30th Anniversary Ride series I tried to put together a Guerneville weekend but ran into the problem that has been a headache ever since: we no longer have a suitable venue to host the weekend. Finding the right lodging is like that conundrum about bikes—’cheap, light, or strong: pick any two’—except for Guerneville lodging it’s ‘cheap, cozy, or convenient: pick any two’. But more on that later.
The Russian River Weekend goes back to the very first year of the club’s existence, 1983. It wasn’t the first Different Spokes trip—that honor goes to the ‘Thanksgiving On The Road’ (later called the Pigeon Point Overnighter), which was, astonishingly, the very first official club ride. (No, Tib loop was not the first club ride!) There actually were other rides before the inaugural ride but they were when the club was nascent; Thankgiving On The Road was the first one announced to the public. The RRW was ‘only’ the third overnight trip we offered. You may not know that the club offered many overnight trips through the early years with the majority of them requiring camping. Keep in mind that the club was formed by recreational cyclists with a touring bent although that interest in touring was soon to diminish as the club grew and the prospect of sleeping on anything other than 600-thread count Egyptian cotton sheets evoked shrieks of dismay by the newer members. All of those trips have long faded away and only two survived into the 21st century, the Lake Tahoe Spectacular (also now moribund) and the RRW.
The Russian River Weekend came from the fertile mind of Michael John, who long ago moved to the East Coast where he still resides. Although not a founder, Michael John was an early mover in the club, serving as the ChainLetter newsletter editor, all-around cheerleader, and later President. MJ also led several big tours for the club including one in the San Juan Islands, New England, and from Seattle to SF. His first RRW set the template for subsequent iterations: ride up to Guerneville on Friday, do rides in the Russian River basin (or not!) on Saturday, and then return to San Francisco on Sunday. The first trip was the full monty: ride up, ride more, and ride back.
Shortly thereafter some bright mind–probably MJ–realized that riding back Sunday could be cut comfortably shorter by riding just to the Larkspur Ferry Terminal and catching the boat back to SF. But the shorter ride had a cost: you had to keep a steady (read: fast) pace and not dally in order to catch that mid-afternoon ferry to SF. No shopping adventures! If you missed that ferry, you had to wait a couple more hours for the next one, in which case you might as well just pedal back to SF.
Although copious bike riding was perhaps the centerpiece of the weekend, it needn’t be. Most participants couldn’t do the Friday ride so they came up after work or early on Saturday. And if cycling wasn’t your boy/girlfriend’s thing or you needed Saturday to recover, there were plenty of other things to keep you occupied including wine tasting or lounging in the river on an inner tube or by the pool at Fife’s to, uh, take in the sights. If you drove up, you could skip riding on Sunday altogether for more lounging or join the return riders partway before heading back to Guerneville to pack up and drive back. There were also several bars and dance/music venues where you could do exactly what you did in SF: hang out and try to pick someone up.
The Guerneville Overnighter was not just an indulgence in cycling excess; it was by design a subversive social event as well. Instead of having riders decamp to whatever lodging they might have scrounged up on their own, MJ had booked a group of campsites at Fife’s not just to keep the weekend cheap but to keep the group together. Fife’s as well as the very idea of gay men and women camping was perhaps a vestige—nay signature!—of the era, sort of back-to-the-land, granola hippie lifestyle crossed with Dynasty. However if sleeping in a tent just was too louche, you could rent a cabana at Fife’s for the weekend instead. The price for the weekend if you camped? About $20!
Fife’s has long given up the ghost having been replaced by the Dawn Ranch Lodge. It was/is right at the west entrance of downtown Guerneville and had a mix of inexpensive (read: down market) cabanas and camp sites along with a restaurant, swimming pool and outside bar with plenty of seating where one could take in the fabulous sights.
Oh, and its dance hall, Drums, was just across the street where you could boogie down to the latest disco.
Fife’s had a large camping area towards the river, which was good for a couple of reasons. It was far enough away from the road, Drums, and Fife’s own noisy bar that the racket didn’t keep us awake all night. However the noise in some of the adjacent tents might (did!) as well as the inebriated partyers wandering back to their tents in the dark after last call. It also afforded the club some privacy and allowed us to take over a big area for our own ‘Camp DSSF’.
About the ride up. The route up on Friday has changed over the years. Initially it was taking Highway 1 to Valley Ford and then cutting up the Bohemian Highway to River Road and thence to Guerneville. That route was about 88 miles. Sometime in the ‘90s or so, maybe even later—I’m not sure of the year—the coast route was deemed too grueling and some riders shifted to riding inland through Fairfax and Nicasio in order to skip the two big-ass hills out of Sausalito and Muir Beach.
Either way there was usually a headwind at some point so character building was a feature of the ride. Incidentally the Friday route for the Guerneville Overnighter was used as the basis of the first AIDS Bike-A-Thon route in 1985. Both MJ and Bob Humason, the two DSSF prime movers of that first BAT, designed the route (well, it was mostly MJ–he even drew the map) and made it a hundred miles by staying on Highway 1 to River Road instead of cutting up the Bohemian Highway to Monte Rio. (In all later BATs the routes were loops out of the Castro rather than a point-to-point to Guerneville.)
That ride up wasn’t a classic tour however: the fortuitous arrangement of a sag wagon to haul camping gear, all manner of cosmetics, multiple changes of clothing, and food set the bar low enough that non-tourers could prance their way up to Guerneville sans panniers and enjoy slogging up the hills without 30 extra pounds of crap on their bikes. From that point on a sag wagon for Guerneville wasn’t just a luxury, it was a necessity!
Strangely, after the first Guerneville Overnighter in July 1983 it took only a month for the second Guerneville to take place courtesy of Peter Renteria, who was one of the founders of the club. This time however was ‘Guerneville lite’ as there was no ride up or back. His GO was definitely a different animal as eleven participants carpooled up on Friday and did short rides on Saturday and Sunday (if they rode at all). This time they stayed at the Highlands Resort. But this GO was the exception as it wasn’t a tour at all but more in line with what we now know as a ‘getaway weekend’.
Saturday rides were optional and for those who rode up having the day off and lounging by the river was a welcome break. Two popular rides were the wineries route up Westside to Healdsburg and back on Eastside and a jaunt to Cazadero and/or Duncan Mills and back. Those looking for a bigger ride would continue west of Cazadero out Fort Ross Road and Meyers Grade with a return along River Road. The Sunday ride was the return to SF (or the Larkspur Ferry Terminal).
In later years most if not all riders didn’t ride back at all, and the Sunday ride became a short roll out to Occidental to get brunch at Howard’s Station and then return to Guerneville to drive home.
The highlight of those early GOs was the Saturday night dinner. When we camped at Fife’s, coming up with a group dinner took a bit of ingenuity. The ‘kitchen’ consisted of picnic tables, a grotty barbecue grill, perhaps a propane stove, and ice chests. Oh, and a big portion of the meal consisted of hastily purchased deli items from the Safeway down the street. (Hmm, does that sound familiar?) Early Guernevilles were, to my recollection, somewhat haphazard in meal preparation but folks always seemed eager to pitch in. As was expected it was hardly ‘haute’ (unless you consider ‘haute’ dogs to be debonair food) but at least it was filling, ‘home’ prepared, and not bad given the primitive circumstances, being just one step above true camp cooking. It’s hard to ruin hamburgers and hot dogs. I don’t recall exactly what MJ made for dessert, a literal pièce de resistance, but it was always the highlight: an easy-to-whip-up cake made of Twinkies©, Cool Whip©, and some other gastronomic atrocities. A sort of campy white trash (or stoner) tiramisu. [9/10 update: Ah, MJ’s dessert was the “Cosmo Girl Dream Cake”: 1 box Hostess Twinkies, 1 large package Cool Whip, and maraschino cherries. “Place five Twinkies (holes down) side by side in a row on a small serving plate. Top with layer of Cool Whip, then another layer of five Twinkies. Cover entire cake with one-inch layer of Cool Whip. Chill for three hours. Before serving, arrange several maraschino cherries on top.”]
After dinner folks trotted off to the bars such as the Rainbow Cattle Company or the Woods or Drums to dance and party on. However diehard Spokers hung around the campsite to chat, gossip, and play…Bingo.
As time went on we eventually moved over the Willows and the meals got considerably upscaled since we now had a full kitchen at our disposal to prepare the dinner. It became possible to prepare pasta dishes (do you know how long it takes to get a big pot of water to boil on a propane stove??) as well as keep things chilled (like ice cream). I don’t recall the exact motivation for moving to the Willows. But it was probably a combination of Fife’s rates going up, the difficulty in getting reservations there, and the noise and commotion in contrast to the relative peace and quiet at the Willows.
The Willows was at the opposite end of town. The atmosphere there was completely different than Fife’s, which was party central. The Willows had a beautiful lawn that sloped down to the Russian River with plentiful camp sites. Like Fife’s if you didn’t want to camp you could get a room but instead of cabanas it had individual rooms in the main building.
There wasn’t a swimming pool but in lieu you had the hot tub on the back deck and easy access to the river. It was a lot more pleasant place to spend a weekend. In later years even though we were still going to the Willows the hassle of preparing a dinner for larger and larger groups led to hiring a caterer to prepare the Saturday dinner especially since the number of Spokers increased; I believe one year it was 50 people. The loss of the camaraderie in preparing a meal together was replaced with the meal being a restful happy hour for all rather than a source of consternation and anxiety for some (and usually delay for everyone).
During the late Oughts the Willows shut down and underwent an ownership change. Fife’s was out of the picture having morphed into the Dawn Ranch Lodge also after a period of having been shut down. Russian River Weekends took place but with people having to scrounge up lodging on their own and the Saturday dinner became a restaurant meal. The new owners of the Willows welcomed us back but eventually they too succumbed to the stress of running an inn and the Willows became less amenable to having us there.
Which led to a quandary: was there still an economical lodge on the River that would welcome a cycling club and allow us to host the Russian River Weekend in the traditional way?
With San Mateo and Santa Clara counties now open for outdoor group recreation, Roger and I decided we’d go check out the scene. We headed over to the north end of Cañada Road and rode south, then went around the Portola loop and continued through Los Altos before heading back.
After not riding at all at the beginning of the shelter in place, we’ve slowly been riding more and more. Foregoing riding was not due entirely to fear of COVID-19 (but it was a big part admittedly). COVID-19 just became a good excuse to focus on the non-pedaling aspects of our complicated lives. Cycling was easy for us to give up for a short time and the shelter in place, which was initially expected to be in place for about three to six weeks, appeared to be shortlived. Then it continued. We occasionally ventured out on bike for very short rides to see what the real world was like beyond the doors of our house/hideaway/prison. Things sure were quiet—lots of people walking but not a lot of cyclists or cars. As time and the shelter in place went on and the house repairs and garden got taken care of, we started to ride a bit more. Now it’s evident that the pandemic is not going to be controlled nor will the shelter in place be short. Not ride for a couple of years? Uh, no. So now we are almost back to our riding frequency pre-pandemic but we’d been keeping with the spirit of the SIP by staying close to home and only in our home county. So going to San Mateo and Santa Clara was a big step for us as we hadn’t travelled anywhere since February when we went into the Central Valley to ride a couple of metric centuries.
The Midpeninsula has always been a hotbed of cycling and even more so after cycling became the new golf for all the techies in Silicon Valley. Cañada Road was swarming with cyclists even though Bicycle Sundays have been cancelled due to the pandemic. I didn’t expect the pandemic to have any measurable decrease of the number of riders on the road; the opposite may even be true as we saw a lot of bikes out and about. The parking lot and the shoulders were just packed with cars. What was a little bit different was the variety of cyclists. Usually it’s full of young bike bros and “pro” recreational cyclists but today there were also a fair number of “regular” cyclists—you know, people without helmets wearing casual clothes instead of bikie drag and riding all sorts of bikes including BMX, hybrids, old Univegas, and a lot of e-bikes. And they weren’t all white (or Asian) either. Oh, and lots of women cyclists and a few kids. I heard a fair amount of Spanish being spoken and there were more Black cyclists than I can ever remember seeing for such ultra-white suburbs. Apparently this pandemic-induced bike boom is for real.
In all respects it was a typical weekend day with lots of cyclists pedaling their wares. Perhaps that was the disturbing thing: there were definitely a lot of groups out together. Other than an occasional mask there was very little to distinguish these pandemic riders from any other day. Smaller groups were mostly fine but a couple of the bigger groups were in raggedy pacelines with little evidence of social distancing. Admittedly what constitutes ‘safe’ social distancing while cycling is murky. However whatever it is it must be different than what we normally do, and what we saw was no different than the old normal. I had to remind myself that, well, outdoor transmission is rare…so far.
We saw a fair number of riders sporting Pen Velo kit but they were never more than two or three in a grouplet and they were scattered throughout our ride and the day. Pen Velo is one of the Midpeninsula racing clubs that still does not recommend group rides at this time. Apparently their members are compliant.
Mask use by cyclists, which has really gone up over here in Contra Costa, was overall much less on the Midpeninsula. The few we saw were almost all on people who were already riding alone. Those in groups, none of them had masks. As I can attest, trying to breathe when you’re going full-bore or almost full-bore is a lot more difficult with a face covering.
It’s hard to know what all of this means. Part of me believes that mask use while cycling is massive overkill (yet I do it!). But when it comes to group rides I just can’t believe how blasé so many folks are about possible transmission. We really don’t know whether hammering a paceline might lead to infection. But instead of erring on the side of precaution almost all the cyclists were evidently not giving it a second thought. Perhaps that’s part of the recreational mindset. As a former bike commuter I developed a vigilant outlook in order to survive riding in traffic. But recreational riding invokes a different point of view where fun is the focus and danger not so much.
To almost all appearances cycling in San Mateo and Santa Clara counties appeared normal: lots of people out on bikes enjoying the day. It’s heartening to see scads of cyclists on the road but I’m not sure that we’re helping much with stopping the pandemic.