The Road Less Travelled: The Shoreline Trail

Doubletrack at the beginning

If you live in the South Bay, you probably already know about the dirt and gravel paths that encompass the southern end of San Francisco Bay. Starting with Palo Alto there is the Palo Alto Baylands; Mountain View has the Moffett Field levee, Sunnyvale has its Baylands Trail, and Alviso has a loop around the Slough. It’s possible to put together a nice, flat loop that takes in all of these since they’re near each other and connected by paved sections of the Bay Trail.

Yet there is another unpaved trail that completely escaped my attention: the Shoreline Trail. I stumbled across this trail by accident while looking at Google Maps of the Dumbarton Bridge. Although I’ve ridden across the Dumbarton by bike many times there is no obvious signage that this trail exists when you’re cycling along Marshlands Road, the frontage road that you must take to get onto the Dumbarton from the eastern side. In order to find it you have to know about it because it’s tucked away underneath the bridge after the turn onto the Dumbarton. (Crossing from the western side you never even see that Marshlands Road continues behind you to a trail.) Continuing a short distance beyond the turn you reach a small parking lot, which is especially convenient for walkers, and after turning under the bridge onto the dirt there is a storm fence with a gate that is open during visiting hours (7 AM to 9 PM). From there you can take the trail four miles along the former levee to the mouth of Alameda Creek.

The views along the trail are entrancing. Once you leave the roar of the Dumbarton Bridge behind you, you find yourself on a peaceful, placid dirt trail surrounded by water with only the wind and the calls of sea birds. If the weather is clear, you will see the San Mateo Bridge in the distance and across the Bay on both sides. Of course the eastern shore is closer and those brown (or green during the wet season) hills belong to Coyote Hills Regional Park. It’s possible to start the trail at the northern end by taking the Alameda Creek Trail, a very well-maintained and wide multi-use path along the entire creek from anywhere as far east as Niles all the way to the Bay. If you’re planning to ride the trail as a loop and not as an out-and-back, I recommend you ride it north (clockwise) because the sun won’t be in your eyes and you’ll have the Bay in front of you rather than staring at the Dumbarton. There is one disadvantage to heading north: the prevailing wind. Usually it’s from the north or northwest and depending on its severity you could be fighting it all the way. You’re exposed and there’s nothing to provide any protection. On the day we rode it we had a wind but it was “normal” it didn’t faze us; if anything it was invigorating.

The beginning of the trail is a doubletrack that eventuallly turns into a slightly uneven, narrow dirt road. The surface is mostly packed dirt but there are a few sandier sections that aren’t troublesome. We did it on our “gravel” bikes and it was fine. We saw mountain bikes as well as road bikes with bigger tires and they seemed to be handling the trail fine. I think even a road bike with narrow tires would be able to do this trail by going slightly more slowly. Overall there were just a handful of cyclists on the trail the day we rode it; there were about the same number of walkers but they clustered where the Alameda Creek Trail ends at the northern end of the Shoreline Trail. Perhaps due to its remoteness and having to compete with sexier places like Mt. Diablo or even the Coyote Hills Regional Park nearby, it seems to be very lightly used. And that’s a good thing because it is a great place to stop and take in the wonderful views from the levee amidst the peace and quiet.

What do you see out there? Well, there are a zillion sea birds along the other abandoned salt pond levees. With only one exception all the other levees have all been breached so you can’t ride on them. I presume this was done to help them revert to a more natural state as well as improve the movement of Bay water. The trail is part of the Don Edwards San Francisco Bay National Wildlife Refuge. Birds are nesting on the old levees probably because predators have a difficult time getting to them. There is also narrow marshland along the west side of the trail. By the way there was no garbage or litter on the trail. Is that due to lack of use or that it all gets blown or washed away? About midway the one other intact levee connects and you can take it east to Coyote Hills Regional Park if you wish. Otherwise turn left and head north again to get to the end and the Alameda Creek Trail.

Breached levee: a sea bird sanctuary

The Alameda Creek Trail is by comparison urban and civilized: it’s fully paved, wide, and a dream. As I mentioned already it continues all the way to the entrance of Niles Canyon in Fremont, a distance of about 12 miles. We didn’t take it all the way but we saw enough to guess that like other MUPs in the East Bay Regional Park System it’s very well maintained. If you’re interested in getting to the trails by BART, Alameda Creek runs not too far from the Union City BART station.

After getting a good glimpse of the Alameda Creek Trail, we turned around and headed back in order to explore the views from the Coyote Hills Regional Park. Although the park has about a dozen trails, the two with views of the Bay are the Bayview Trail and the Red Hill Trail. The former is paved until you turn onto the Apay Way Trail; the latter is dirt and instead of being closer to Bay level follows the ridge of the hills. We took the Bayview. After a short incline you reach a more-or-less level section that parallels the Bay. The views are scenic; there were a few walkers on the Saturday we were there and the trail was not crowded at all. Midway, where the other remaining levee trail actually intersects the Bayview, we turned onto the Apay Way Trail, which rolls and eventually brings you to Highway 84. An overpass for pedestrians and bicycles was constructed over the busy highway and we took it back to the National Wildlife Refuge parking lot where we started our ride.

All told our ride was about 18 miles and we could easily have extended it by exploring the park or by continuing further up the Alameda Creek Trail. This is an easy dirt ride with great views. Highly recommended!

I Am Curious (Dirty)

Bob used to live in San Francisco and rode with the club in the early days until he relocated to LA about 30 years ago. He’s an old fart like me and has been riding bikes since forever. His latest N+1 is a Pinarello gravel e-bike that he purchased this past winter. He’s one of the few club members who’s regularly riding a gravel bike. Here are his comments on “gravel”.

“Hi Tony, I’ve been having a great time with my new bike and now that summer is here, the longer days are giving me more time to ride. After the first several weeks of exclusively riding the Pinarello I started mixing in rides on my road bike and was happy to find that I had gotten stronger and found the routes that had become challenging now a bit less so. My search for suitable off road gravel trails has not been very successful, however. There just aren’t good ones close by (i.e. within riding distance from home) and removing the battery so I can hoist it (still heavy) into the back of my car is not something I’m often motivated to do. But it’s OK. There are a couple of tame rides in the arroyo by the Jet Propulsion Lab in Pasadena that keep me entertained for now.

When I saw the email about a DSSF Dirt Curious ride and your footnote about it perhaps being a good excuse to get a gravel bike, I thought I would offer a few observations that, if you think the club members might find useful, you could add to one of the club emails.

Before I settled on the Pinarello gravel bike I bought this past January, I rode an assortment of gravel and mountain bikes. Mainly I wanted two things: a more upright position on the bike (to give my neck and shoulders an easier time of it), and my first e-bike. I’ve been really happy with the Pinarello even though I have not found many suitable trails for it. The first thing to know about a gravel bike (e- or otherwise) is that it is decidedly not a mountain bike. The narrower tires, even when deflated to about 25-30 psi, simply do not have the same mountain bike tire contact surface with the ground to give you a sense of confident control. Another thing is that unless the gravel trail you find has a fairly high ratio of hard surface to gravel (or sloppy sand), you need to be very careful with sudden, sharp course corrections—much more so than with fatter mountain bike tires. That being said, however, if you are so inclined and are fortunate to have more money than you know what do do with, you can buy another set of wheels to broaden your choice of trails. Most good gravel bikes can accommodate wider tires.

But here’s the second kinda big thing: gravel bikes don’t have suspension. That also makes control on an uneven surface a bit of a teeth-chattering added challenge. I may get a shock-absorbing handlebar stem—I have one on my old hardtail mountain bike and always found it quite sufficient, even on the gnarliest Marin trails.

Oh, and regarding the e-bike part—you only have an easier time (i.e., cheat) if you so choose. Otherwise, if you ride as hard as you did before, you just go faster. Plus, you get the added feeling that you just turned back the clock a few decades. Pretty sweet.”

Bob is right: today’s “gravel” bikes are not mountain bikes. At least they’re not like mountain bikes as we know them today. Bob hits the two things that make “gravel” bikes different: tire size/type and lack of suspension. Note that both of these are blurring these days with experiments in adding suspension to gravel bikes and making gravel bikes that accept mountain bike sized tires. I wholeheartedly agree with Bob about riding on dirt: mountain bikes generally feel a lot more planted on dirt than does a typical gravel bike. Those fatter tires usually with more aggressive tread and lower pressure just provide more traction and cornering confidence. However unlike riding on asphalt where tires going sideways is a rare—and usually dangerous—occurrence, riding on dirt involves getting used to the tires moving laterally under you. Yes, drifting is for real. Since I don’t ride a mountain bike with suspension I don’t have anything to add to what Bob has said about that topic. But I do ride a road bike—okay, it’s an “all road” bike—with front suspension and it definitely makes life a dream when I roll over pavement incongruities with nary a worry.

So if you’re looking into a “gravel” bike as your N+1, keep that in mind: it’s not a mountain bike even if it gets you about part way there. For many of us that’s all we need. You’ll find riding a “gravel” bike on pavement familiar to riding your road bike and then you’ll be able to ride some dirt with more confidence and comfort. Maybe it’s more appropriate to think of a gravel bike as a N-1 since you can live pretty well without a typical road bike. But a gravel bike is not going to be much fun on gnarly trails and going through rock gardens. It’ll be fine on most fire roads and unpaved roads around here and you can ride to the dirt instead of having to drive.

A Royal Lane

Proposed bike lanes on El Camino in Palo Alto

Did you know that there is a Caltrans proposal to install bike lanes on El Camino Real? This would be only between Menlo Park and Mountain View. That is still a significantly long section of El Camino with very dense traffic. I was stunned to read about it here. The proposal is actually quite tame in one respect: these are not protected bike lanes, only your typical painted green lanes. In another respect it’s quite radical: the parking on El Camino will all be removed to accommodate the new bike lanes. The article in the Palo Alto Online mentioned that there was some skepticism of the proposal. But surprisingly it was from the bicyclists, mainly that if bike lanes are going in then they should be protected since the speeds on El Camino are usually well above the posted 35-mile speed limit. The business owners usually bemoan the loss of parking spaces caused by a bike lane but in this case owners along El Camino seem to be in favor of bike lanes because they anticipate that foot traffic will actually be better for them.

Cycling in the suburbs is a mixed bag. Side streets can be quieter but arterials can be scary for cyclists especially if they don’t have bike lanes or decent shoulders, and El Camino is most definitely an arterial. Also since suburbs are designed for cars you have a lot of car traffic whereas in SF one would walk or take Muni. El Camino is a big thoroughfare spanning from Colma all the way down to Santa Clara. To my recollection there has never been a club ride that did more than cross El Camino because cycling on it is unpleasant, busy, and requires full attention to the traffic. Recreational cyclists on the Peninsula don’t use El Camino unless they have to and in many places there are much quieter and less dangerous side streets.

Has there ever been a club ride that used El Camino? Not to my knowledge. Why would you want to ride there? If we head down from San Francisco to points south we’re better off taking Highway 35, which also has fast traffic, the Bay Trail, or Alameda de las Pulgas.

Even with bike lanes it is difficult to imagine what cycling on El Camino would be like other than unpleasant. It will still be full of traffic, lots of stop lights, and the concommitant automobile exhaust, noise, and distracted drivers. When I lived on the Midpeninsula there were plenty of times I rode on El Camino simply because it was the fastest and most direct route. What may be unpleasant for recreational cycling often fades into the background and becomes less significant when you’re running errands.

I recall two memorable experiences cycling on El Camino when I lived in Palo Alto in the 1970s. In those days I didn’t own a car and did all my errands by bike including taking my recycling to the collection site in a Cannondale Bugger—yes, that was its real name—trailer. One time I was running an errand by riding on El Camino when I was stopped by Palo Alto cops in a squad car for riding in the vehicle lane instead of the parking lane, which only intermittently had an empty set of spots. I told the cops it didn’t make sense to ride in the parking lane when there wasn’t a parked car and then pull out into the moving vehicle lane when there was since that was dangerous. Cars wouldn’t see me and wouldn’t be expecting me to enter. Plus, I’d be weaving in and out a lot. The cops wouldn’t have anything of it: “You have to ride next to the curb. You either do it or you get a ticket.” What a stupid, uninformed response. But what do you expect from cops? The last thing they know is the law especially as it pertains to cycling. So I meekly said I would and as soon as they moved on I went back to taking the lane as was my right. By the way this occurred in the days when Ellen Fletcher, who was a fierce cycling advocate in Palo Alto was just beginning her long battle to improve cycling in Palo Alto. Perhaps today I wouldn’t have had to deal with such ignorant cops because of her.

My second memorable experience was much more pleasant. Two friends and I decided to ride up Mt. Hamilton from Stanford. We left very early on a Sunday morning and took Foothill Expressway south and eventually to El Camino Real. It was early enough that El Camino was almost devoid of cars. It was great! I had never seen El Camino so empty. It gave me a glimpse of what it might have been like to cycle on the Midpeninsula before cars became de rigueur.

A Century Old

Early Spokers at the 1982 Sequoia Century

Once considered a rite of passage for recreational cyclists—riding one hundred miles in a single shot—the century ride is gradually becoming a relic of another era. Century rides no longer seem to captivate cyclists’ imagination the way they did during their heyday in the 1980s and ‘90s. General interest has been trickling down in the Bay Area and probably elsewhere in the US as well. That is reflected in Different Spokes too. Greg Lemond’s wins in the Tour de France in the 1980s and then Lance Armstrong in the late 1990s and 2000s really propelled interest in road cycling. Next thing you know cycling is “the new golf”. It seemed there was a century ride almost every week in or near the Bay Area from April through early September. Although many have survived, there is a trail of defunct rides such as the Hekaton, the Banana, the Holstein, and Mt. Hamilton, which are fondly remembered. Centuries were regularly selling out and each year clubs were striving to increase the number of riders they could accommodate. A ride with 2,000 cyclists wasn’t unusual. Although some centuries still seem to have good numbers; for example, the Wine Country Century regularly sells out its 2,500 spots but instead of selling out in a matter of days as it used to it’s now taking months.

At the finish ceremonies in Guerneville for the first AIDS Bike-A-Thon 1985.

Century rides are/were usually put on by local cycling clubs. But we know from the experience of putting on the AIDS Bike-A-Thon for ten years in the 1980s and ‘90s that running a big event like a century ride is a substantial amount of work even when you have it down to a formula. A lot of volunteers is absolutely essential not only for planning but for pre-event logistics and day-of-event work. If your club doesn’t get burned out from doing all that, you at least need a year to recover! Keep in mind that the bigger the event, the greater the number of volunteers you need. If you’re a small club, this is a real stressor. When we were putting on the AIDS Bike-A-Thon the club was somewhere just under 300 members at its height. But many of those members were passive, ie. donating a paid membership but not doing much else to support the club. The clubs nearby that continue to put on century rides all have memberships that are much greater than ours, which currently hovers near a hundred. Although they manage to pull it off, even large clubs like Valley Spokesmen and Grizzly Peak Cyclists have to beg their members pitiably for volunteers.

On top of that onus—declining interest in volunteering—is the increased cost and effort of putting on an event on public roads. Permitting, police time, venue reservations, and portable toilets all have increased in cost and difficulty in getting arranged. Food isn’t cheap anymore too. Insurance costs for events have also gone through the roof. That the registration fee for a century can be $100 shouldn’t be a surprise anymore; that’s a long cry from the $25 back in the day!

Amateur racing clubs have it a little easier. Licensed clubs are supposed to put on a race annually. Where do they get their volunteers? From their members who, if they want to race for that team, have to put in drudge hours to support the club. Since they want to race (or at least hang out with the cool kids in cool kit), they have to volunteer. No such luck with recreational cycling clubs. Requiring volunteering as a condition of membership is a fast way to zero out your membership. I don’t blame you all. Let’s face it: life is stressful in the Bay Area no matter how well paid you are. Traffic sucks, work hours are often ridiculous, and affording a place to sleep practically involves submitting to indentured servitude. The last thing you want to do is fritter your precious me-time on helping a broke-ass cycling club put on a century even if it’s just one or two days of unpaid work in a year.

And on top of all that, road cycling has other kinds of cycling competing for your interest. Bike touring is still lurking in the background (no one in the club does self-supported bike tours anymore except Phil and David). But the trends du jour are bikepacking, gravel riding, and even mountain biking, which is getting long in the tooth. And don’t forget “gran fondos”, which are just competitive centuries in that you get a timing chip so you know exactly how slow you are. By the way did you know that Levi’s Gran Fondo in Sonoma asks $295 for the pleasure of riding in its event?

While recreational cycling clubs may be backing away from putting on century rides, other entities with more enthusiastic members may be taking up some of the slack. First you have professional businesses who look at big riding events as potential cash cows. Event promotion is a way to earn a nice living as Dan Pallota can tell you. Apparently Levi Leipheimer, Jens Voight, and George Hincapie would agree as well since after their pro racing careers they’ve gone on to put on gran fondos. But other charitable organizations have noticed the turnout and our willingness to fork over dollars to ride a road bike for a day. Best Buddies, the Multiple Sclerosis Society, American Lung Society, the Alzheimers Association, and many others put on day rides for road cycists and you can either pay the money upfront or promise to raise a minimum amount of money to participate. Another organization that has tossed its hat into the ring is Rotary International. This service organization with local branches all over the world has a number of small fundraising centuries around northern California. What’s nice about them is that they are on the small side—a turnout of 500 is considered big–and locally sponsored. Rotary in Santa Rosa sponsors the Giro Bello—that’s pretty close to the Bay Area—but Rotary in Yreka sponsors the Siskyou Scenic Tour, a much smaller community and quite far away. The Almaden Lions Club has been putting on the I Care Classic for many years. What I like about the newer and smaller rides is their homey and community feel as well as a chance to throw a little bit of money their way. Of course these organizations exist in order to serve, so finding volunteers to run their events is less chancy than pleading to your cycling membership.

You may not realize it but regardless of whether a century is put on by a local club or by an organization like Rotary or the Friends of Feeney Park, it’s really a fundraising event. Clubs like Valley Spokesmen and Grizzly Peak Cyclists plow the money they pull in into donations to local charities after they’ve paid their not insubstantial bills. But keeping your volunteers jazzed and willing to come back year after year takes some secret sauce. And when you’re a club that’s basically devoted to me-time and having fun and when helping other people involves more effort than submitting your credit card number, that is a hard sell! Some of the fee money that other clubs collect is plowed into the general fund to pay for their club events like picnics, club meetings, and travel that benefit everyone in the club even if just a small percentage volunteered. I think one of the reasons that the AIDS Bike-A-Thon practically killed the club was that we took NONE of the money that was collected—all the millions of dollars went to beneficiaries. What we were left with was the momentary high of pulling off a massive charitable event and the awesome burnout afterwards that slowly drove the volunteer base down and the club was still broke with never more than about $1,000 in our treasury (if that). Dedication and commitment can get you only so far. And then you need me-time. We’ve always been a broke-ass club and we continue to be to this day, depending on the kindness of its members to dig a little deeper into their pockets to keep the bills paid. Part of what sustained our motivation was that this was all before protease inhibitors came on the scene. Prior to Crixivan in 1996 HIV medications were of limited effectiveness. Raising money for palliative care, treatment, and research was literally a way to stay alive and to keep hope alive. That was a powerful motivation to keep putting on the Bike-A-Thon!

The history of Different Spokes and centuries is mixed: although the club was founded primarily by bike tourists, as the club was forming in 1982 the club leaders ended up doing the Sequoia Century and according to Bob Krumm had a bonding experience as well as enjoying it. As the club grew a new cohort of “avid recreational cyclists” came on board and they routinely did centuries around the Bay Area. Of course back then there were quite a few to choose from. That generation of Spokers were the ones who entertained Walter Mitty fantasies about riding with Greg Lemond and Andy Hampsten (and perhaps doing more than riding with them!) This was always a small group within Different Spokes but it happened to contain many of the club leadership through the years. That shouldn’t be a surprise because we had the AIDS Bike-A-Thon, a club event, and this regularly became the goal for the year. Even members who weren’t preternaturally interested in riding a hundred miles would gird their loins and participate in the Bike-A-Thon.

Today the Spokers who show up at the local centuries are the same faces I’ve seen for years minus those who’ve aged out or who realize that paying $100 to ride roads you ride anyway is kind of stupid. I’d rather think of it as a contribution to another local cycling club or a charitable donation to a non-profit so that they can fund their programs. I just hope their volunteers stay happy and jazzed to put on a whole-day event year after year.

I’ll still keep showing up at the start even if I’m down these days to riding metrics. At least until I age out as well. Riding centuries has long been akin to a religious ritual for me. And going to church is what some of us still do.

The start of “church services” at the 2010 Monticello Century

Ride Recap: Pescadero & Stage Road

It was a long year waiting for Stage Road to reopen. Although it did not fall victim to the New Year’s Eve Massacre, which closed Mines, Patterson, Redwood, Veeder, Calaveras, and scads of roads in the Santa Cruz Mountains, it succumbed a couple of months later and was closed for repair until late November. With so many roads closed throughout the Bay Area, San Mateo County had to work to line up a contractor who could fit it into its schedule. I’m sure it wasn’t cheap too. In the meantime club trips to coastside were severely constrained because Stage Road features in several of our favored routes. The fact that Old La Honda and Highway 84 were also closed didn’t help at all. How many Gazos Creek loops and Kings Mtn. Road loops didn’t take place because of all the mishegos?

I didn’t want to delay any longer to see how the rebuilt section of Stage Road turned out as well as to revel in the greening splendor after the recent rains. The weather was iffy until the morning of the ride when the rains completely vanished and we had bright blue sky! Hemming and hawing now put to rest, there were six of us out for a welcome winter jaunt: Cathy, Jeff, Ginny, my husband Roger, Alden, and I.

Ever since David cut the Gordian knot and started leading Pescadero loop rides from Pescadero instead of Palo Alto or Half Moon Bay, the scales have fallen off my eyes and I wholeheartedly embrace this much shorter version. It is heretical for me to say but I really don’t like cycling on Highway One. So I don’t miss the long section north of Stage Road especially if I start the ride in SF. Yeah, it’s beautiful, the Pacific is awesome, etc. But it’s replete with dangerous drivers especially on a weekend afternoon when they’re beered up and heading down the highway at 70 mph, oh, and passing the drivers who are already speeding but not speeding enough for their taste into the oncoming lane directly at us. Add in the tourists in rental Mustangs gawking and the at times nonexistent shoulder and it’s nerve wracking enough to ruin a nice day’s ride.

We started at the now closed Pescadero High School just at the edge of town and immediately went through the tiny town on Stage Road. The road was just slightly damp and the sun was ashining. The group took off as Cathy and I caught up on news; Roger did a one-eighty and headed back to the car because we had forgotten to lock it. (Not that Pescadero is like San Francisco, mind you, but old habits die hard.) Stage Road has three short climbs and just past the first one we encountered a short repaved section of road with a new guardrail. Could this be it? It seemed too early. Because I didn’t think it was the repaired section I didn’t stop to take a photo. But we didn’t spot any other obvious new pavement continuing on, so that must have been it. We caught up with the group at the San Gregorio Store and stopped to chat and reflect on how fortunate we were to be riding in dry, sunny weather.

After the last climb up to Highway One we bombed down the coast southward. Unlike the drive down, traffic on One was now brisk. It was a smooth, breezy ride with just a couple of sections of shoulder fully encroached by the ever-moving sand dunes. Eventually we arrived at the Pigeon Point Lighthouse, which was doing brisk business. The lighthouse itself has been closed for ages—I thought it would never reopen. But I’m wrong: a restoration is starting this spring and is expected to last two years at which point we will have a beautifully restored and open lighthouse that we can actually go up to take a gander at the Pacific from the height. Bathroom stop and selfies done, we paraded a couple miles further south to Gazos Creek Road.

Riding on Gazos is always welcome. You’re finally away from cars, the road is in great shape, and Gazos Creek is always a gurgling treat. Only us oldtimers remember when Gazos was a dirt road. It was still pretty good to ride on back then but I like the asphalt better! Here the best of coastside is on display: Gazos Creek was roaring from the previous night’s rain and quite a turbid brown. But it was swaddled in green vegetation making it a pastoral delight. Gazos continues into Big Basin State Park where it’s dirt and goes all the way to the park center, which is now completely burned down. We turned off Gazos onto Cloverdale and were greeted by the soothing, greening hills completely devoid of urbanization. Did we even pass anyone? I think we encountered exactly one car the entire way.

Back at the high school Jeff, Alden, and Cathy decided to ride to the Loma Mar Store while Ginny, Roger, and I took the easy way and got into our cars. We all arrived at Loma Mar at the same time!

Loma Mar is also a survivor of another age. Back in the day Loma Mar was a PO and just a store. So I used to ride to Pescadero to get grub at Arcangeli Market or Duarte’s. But after a long closure for a complete rebuild, Loma Mar finally reopened and with addition of a restaurant. And it’s a good one too. So it’s now my fave for lunch (unless I absolutely have to have the artichoke bread at Arcangeli or the artichoke soup at Duarte’s). Like restaurants elsewhere dishes at Loma Mar aren’t ‘cheap’ anymore. A very good sandwich and a coffee is going to add up to more than $20 after tax and tip. We all sat there gabbing for an age about wildfires, the difficulty getting house insurance, and cycling coastside.

Finally we moved our butts and headed home. What a great ride with great company and scenery!

It Was 45 Years Ago Today

A small group of nine Spokers took the tour down to Colma to visit the gravesites of SF Mayor George Moscone and celebrated SF gay pioneer Jose Sarria before returning to the SF Columbarium to view the memorial niche for Supervisor Harvey Milk. Moscone and Milk were assassinated by disgruntled, ex-Supervisor Dan White on November 27, 1978 in City Hall after he was able to sneak by the metal detectors because he was an ex-cop. That day was burned in the memories of so many San Franciscans, and here it was 45 years later that we recalled it.

Although a bit chilly the sun was mostly out and we had a fabulous ride down the Great Highway eyeballing the large ten-foot waves pounding Ocean Beach. The SF Fire Dept. was deployed in case someone was carried away by a sneaker wave. After wending through Daly City’s Westlake Shopping Center we entered Colma, basically a huge underground condo development for the deceased; there are more dead people in Colma than the living.

Jose Sarria is buried in Woodlawn Memorial Park, which necessitates getting off Hillside Boulevard, Colma’s main drag. Up a steep hill near the top of Woodlawn there is his grave just in front of the Emperor Norton’s. Sarria’s drag persona, the Widow Norton, took the joke to another level when he found out the gravesite in front of the notorious Emperor Norton was available. Sarria’s site is surrounded by small metal plaques of deceased members of the Imperial Court, which he founded, and on his headstone is the memorable, “United We Stand But Divided They Catch Us One By One”

Then it was off to Holy Cross to visit Moscone. In contrast to the innumerable majestic (or gaudy) tombstones thronging the cemetery, Moscone’s is a simple plaque in the ground with the heart rending inscription in the bottom, “We Love You, Dad.” He took two bullets to the head thanks to Dan White. Harvey got five, two of them to the head. An overdone execution–but what do you expect from a mediocre cop? The jury deemed it just “manslaughter.”

The good weather and mostly sunny skies brought out a lot of other people visiting their family members and friends interred in Holy Cross. And they were warmly greeted by the honking Canadian geese who lurked everywhere in search of food…like tasty flowers.

We headed back to SF. Until then the traffic was light but now Westlake Shopping Center and then Lake Merced Blvd. was packed with cars, undoubtedly filled with folks exercising their shopping muscles at Stonestown. We headed back to GG Park and up Arguello to the little-known and hidden Columbarium. Harvey’s cremains aren’t actually in the Columbarium but a memorial niche has been the closest thing we have to a gravesite. Afterwards riders scattered except for Jordan, Karry, Roger, and me. We went to the nearby Arguello Market and had lunch remininscing about a time two generations ago.

Jose, Harvey, and George—Thanks for the good fight. We remember.
¡Presente!

Becoming a Ride Leader

I’ve pondered why more members are not leading rides. My own trajectory to leading rides was slow. I joined the club and—if my recollection is accurate—I didn’t attend a club ride until maybe a year later. Part of it was time: I was in graduate school and working part time. I was also mainly into running at that point but did lots of errands in SF on my bike. But I kept getting running injuries and decided I had to get back to cycling. I can’t recall if I attended one of the monthly club meetings or a ride first. On one of my early club rides I met Ron Decamp, a member who lived in the South Bay. We talked about riding on the Midpeninsula and eventually we agreed to colead a ride since the club didn’t ride there often enough despite the area’s marvelous cycling routes. Neither of us had led a club ride before. After that first time coleading, it was easy to lead on my own even though I still didn’t lead often.

Making friends in the club led to doing more club rides and often we just got together to ride when there wasn’t a club ride (or a club ride that appealed to us). We also had the now vanished Decide & Ride: show up at McLaren Lodge on any Sunday at 10 am. Whoever came would decide where to ride. There almost always was a small group who showed up when there wasn’t another club ride. That all led to leading more rides. But I rarely led more than maybe three rides per year—usually less—unlike in recent years when I’ve led or co-led a couple per month.

We used to have monthly club meetings back then and I think they helped draw out some ride leaders. Those meetings always involved exhortations from the ride coordinator as well as a preview of next month’s rides and the slots in the calendar that needed filling. (We printed a monthly newsletter, the ChainLetter, which included the ride calendar for the month. So rides had to be gathered at least three weeks in advance.) At the meeting ride hosts would talk about their rides to encourage participation and informally members would talk about where they were interested in riding and get encouragement from others to lead a ride. Everyone was gently encouraged to lead a ride they liked and I think hesitant members got enough positive feedback at those meetings to step up and lead their ride.

Of course we no longer have regular meetings and most of our communication has shifted from in-person to the Internet. This I think makes it harder to foster ride hosting. Personal contact makes a difference in persuading members that they can lead a ride, and that other members will indeed show up. The most commonly mentioned reason not to lead a ride is “but what if no one else shows up?” and that fear was assuaged by people telling the potential ride leader’s face that they were interested in that ride.

Believe me I’ve posted rides and been the only person to show up. But I’ve made it a point to post rides that I wanted to do. So if no one else showed up, I still got to do a ride I wanted to do. It was hardly a burden if I was going to ride anyway.

I’m not sure why there is reticence today to lead a ride. There are the usual reasons: not wanting to be “obligated” to do it (FOMO??); being shy (as if we were going to judge you based on your ride); and “I wouldn’t know where to lead a ride”. At some level it is a matter of personality: some people are afraid of being in a leadership role. Is that due to lack of self-confidence? Chris Thomas is one of the shiest people I know and yet he went from volunteering to lead a ride in Fresno, where he lived at the time, to leading a zillion AIDS Lifecycle training rides and then Double Bay Double training rides. (Incidentally when he did list that ride, we drove all the way to Fresno to do his ride and support him as did a few other Bay Area members.)

But I don’t believe ride leaders are born even if personality makes it easier for some people to make the move. Ride leaders are made and we don’t yet have a proven recipe for developing ride leaders despite 40 years of existence. We are indeed slow learners! One thing I do know is that I cannot recall a single case of someone new to the club showing up and then leading a ride very shortly thereafter. Someone new to the club comes on a ride, checks us out, and decides whether to come a second time. If they like the experience, then maybe they come on a few rides and make friends in the club. Only at that point do they offer to lead a ride. That rarely happens nowadays. Coleading a ride with another member makes it easier to step up. Also, having a coleader means that someone else is guaranteed to show up!

I also suspect that we rely too much on self-volunteering rather than directly asking, “Hey, would you be interested in leading a ride for the club?” We replicate what we know and in my case no one needed to ask me to lead a ride. I haven’t started cold calling members but maybe that’s the next ride coordinator’s decision.

Stepping up to leading a ride is surely a sign of some emotional investment in the club. When you make friends in the club, leading a ride becomes much easier. We certainly don’t expect every member to lead rides (although that would be wonderful!) But at our membership level we should have about 15-20 active ride leaders in any year and we’re below that.

Don’t You Have People For That?

“How about I ream out that bottom bracket?”

David Goldsmith asked me that question years ago. I can’t remember exactly what it was in reference to but I do recall being amused and of a lightbulb popping up in my head about the cultural zeitgeist behind that question. There was a time when people did most everything around the house whether it was house cleaning, fixing the car, installing a new garbage disposal, gardening, or wiring a new outlet. It was just understood that we could do that and we only hired someone to take on tasks that required a professional such a lawyer, doctor, architect, etc.

Certainly part of the ethos of 1950s and 1960s was that boys learned from their fathers (or that shop class in high school) and girls learned from their mothers (or the home ec class in high school) how to do these kinds of things. Boys grew up learning how to do household repairs and to wield as many tools as their dads could afford to store in the garage workshop. Is that still true today? Perhaps less so. Today boys’ spare time is devoted to a myriad of after school activities instead of helping their dads with household repairs.

When I was in high school I hung out with a small group of budding bike fanatics and yet none us had anything remotely special for a bike. (I had a Schwinn Continental with steel rims and an Ashtabula crank!) One day John suggested we take our bikes apart, clean them, and put them back together. On his backyard patio no less. Before that I had only a vague idea of how bikes worked and were put together. John knew only a little bit more then I did. That experience was revelatory if hard and frustrating. It was a bit over our heads but we managed to take apart our bikes right down to the ball bearings including the freewheel and reassemble everything. It took all day. And yes, we did have a couple of parts left over. But by that point we were exhausted and our bikes appeared to work fine anyway. The end result was that I was never intimidated by working on a bike again.

Until now. Taking apart a downtube indexed shifter is as “contemporary” a repair as I feel confident to do on new technology. Shimano shifters—thank god!—are not intended to be disassembled and if they fail you just replace them. But other technologies give me the heebie-jeebies: suspension forks, hydraulic brakes, and electronic shifting systems. I have managed to learn to use a torque wrench and live with tubeless tires. I know that at some point I’m going to bite the bullet and learn how to do those repairs, make a shitload of newby mistakes, but eventually get competent enough to handle my own repairs and maintenance. But I am avoiding it as long as possible, ie. until something irretrievably breaks.

But beyond the higher technological skillset necessary to take care of these repairs—it really isn’t that much more complicated than before—there has just a cultural shift in bike repair: find people to do ALL your maintenance and just throw money at your problems. The inability whether it’s due to lack of time, lack of interest, or just ennui is much more acceptable these days. We all understand when someone hires someone or uses a convenience instead of doing the work themselves. Instead of preparing a meal we go out to eat. It’s easier especially when you’re tired after a day’s work. Fix your bike? You’d rather be riding it instead of wasting your precious Me time wrestling with a recalcitrant tire. How many of us still clean their home instead of hiring a cleaning service? Dry cleaning? Nowadays we can send out all our clothing for washing and it’ll be returned nicely ironed and folded too. There is no shame anymore in not knowing how to do things ourselves; we just understand that we hire others to do things for us. It’s just more things than before.

When I was a teenager I took car repair classes at the local community college. I am probably the last person with any kind of abiding interest in cars. I’ll drive anything as long as it’s cheap and can get me from point A to point B and is reliable. But I thought I should know something about our car and feel less marooned when it came to an unexpected failure. Working hands-on on my car was just as revelatory as working on my Schwinn. After those classes I didn’t work on my car very much but I certainly felt competent and could talk to my mechanic. As with bikes, auto technology has quickly advanced and now nothing can be done to a car engine without a diagnostic computer to tune it. So I’m back to square one again: ignorant and completely in the hands of auto mechanics.

We are embodied beings so knowledge we acquire through our bodies and not just from reading or watching YouTube videos can take us to another level. The experience of using our hands especially to learn about the world is valuable knowledge. How much torque do I need to apply to snug up a bolt? What does that feel like? How much to turn that adjustment screw to quiet the rattle in the rear derailleur? You learn that through your body. It is felt knowledge. Buddhists say that you don’t give a starving person a menu, you give them food. That is to say, talking about enlightenment is worthless; one has to experience it directly to know. So it is with bike repair. To understand your bike intimately you have to work on it. Yes, mechanics can make your problem vanish. But will you be “fed”?

Sucked Any Good Wheel Lately?

Has it felt like there haven’t been many club rides recently? Maybe you hadn’t noticed because you’re not riding much. Or, at least you’re not riding much with Different Spokes. And we know one begets the other: fewer rides results in less interest and expectations, which results in even fewer rides. This has been a bad year for the club partly due to the record rainfall for the first four months of 2023. But we didn’t rebound once the weather improved for riding. As some of you know this has also been a bad year for illness, injuries, and accidents and not just among the usual ride leaders. Both David Goldsmith and I have been derailed this year from leading many rides (although David is doing a lot better than I!) Whether it’s a home remodel, Covid, accidents, or one’s aging body letting one down, life has a way of interfering with cycling.

There is also usually a lull in rides before AIDS Lifecycle as some members focus on that event. But honestly we don’t support AIDS Lifecycle anymore as we used to by offering training rides. Lifecycle has its own robust training ride schedule and doesn’t need any help from us. (We’ve outlived our usefulness to it, it seems.) This year the rebound post-Lifecycle didn’t happen for some reason and we had very few rides offered.

What has been revealed in glaring clarity is that there is little interest in leading rides in the club right now. The Jersey Ride, which by the way has been the most popular and well-attended ride in our history, does not have throngs of members eager to lead it. It’s usually a board member or an ex-board member who finally relents and volunteers to lead it after much exhortation and prodding from Yours Truly. Do I like beating the bushes to find a JR ride host? No, it’s a minor chore but the fact that I have to do it rather than having a member spontaneously step up before I even ask, saying, “Hey, I’d like to lead next month’s JR? May I do that?” reveals the lack of volunteerism and ennui we have now. I find JR hosts and often with a response such as, “Oh, I’ll do it but only if no one else does.” Apparently leading the JR is also viewed as a minor chore by others. And perhaps that says something about the JR itself. Maybe it was a good horse in its youth but it’s outlived its time and should now be put out to pasture. If no one is jumping for joy to lead the JR, then perhaps we should just stop offering it in its present form. If you like the JR, then maybe you should do something about preserving it by leading it once in a while because frankly that burden has fallen on an extremely small number of members who likely would prefer to be riding somewhere else. Or maybe the JR needs to get away from the Tib loop and go elsewhere as a breath of fresh air?

The shitshow on the GG Bridge in the afternoon doesn’t help. It’s one of the reasons David now leads the Short & Sassy Tib loop since it starts and ends in Marin and he doesn’t have to risk life and limb on the Bridge. It’s also the reason Roger and I no longer lead it: after two JRs where we were nearly hit we will no longer ride southbound on the Bridge in the afternoon and prefer to lead the much safer East Bay Tiburon loop. Maybe you feel the same way and that’s why you don’t want to lead or participate in the JR? But your silence tells us little. Speak up and let us know.

One could argue that the resistance to leading the JR is idiosyncratic. But we’ve had a glorious summer almost devoid of oppressive heat waves and wildfire smoke and yet we’ve had less than half the number of rides we usually have had. For at least a couple of years we’ve averaged about one club ride per week throughout the year. This year it’s going to be much less than half that.

This isn’t to say that no one volunteers to lead rides. There are still a few members who without urging will occasionally post rides from their repertoire. But the ride leader cohort has been dwindling and not replenished at the same rate, so it’s fragile right now. When two or three of the main leaders can’t lead rides, the calendar suffers greatly. This might be tolerable for a month or two. But at some point I would expect members to think, “Gee, there haven’t been many rides. I’ll lead one next month.” This was actually my thought process when I volunteered to be the ride coordinator back in 2016. The ride calendar was dismal and we hadn’t had a ride coordinator in over two years. So at first I led more rides and then in the vain hope of having a multiplier effect I volunteered to be the club ride coordinator. It clearly had some effect since the numbers went up. But now rides are dwindling again and frankly I’m not sure what to do to rectify it. Perhaps there is no rectification needed and this is just part of the natural up and down cycle of the club.

Over the past five years the board has worked to structurally make it easier to lead rides. The club RideWithGPS account has a curated library of rides throughout the greater Bay Area including a Most Popular selection for each county. This should make it easier to peruse and find interesting rides without having to generate a cue sheet, map, or GPS file for participants. Some rides even have ride notes and ride history information in their files. Posting rides on the ride calendar is easy through the “post a ride” link and usually are up in less than a day or even faster through the QuickEvents method. There is a dedicated ride leader forum for those who lead rides to discuss and problem solve issues pertaining to ride leading.

I suspect the common reaction amongst you to the dearth of rides is at best very mild disappointment. It’s so easy to get on a bike and ride by oneself; you don’t have to do any work to arrange or coordinate it, you can leave at whatever time you want, and you can do whatever ride you want including changing your mind midride. Leading a ride does involve a time commitment at an appointed date and time. Why bother when it’s easy just to text a friend or two and see if they want to join your personal ride than it is to organize a ride for the club? I would like to say that it’s easy to find another ride at any of the non-LGBTQ clubs. But that is becoming harder too. Larger clubs such as the Valley Spokesmen and even Grizzly Peak Cyclists have diminishing ride calendars and they periodically plea for more ride leaders. So it’s not just us.

The idea behind leading a club ride isn’t to put members through an ordeal. If that is your reaction, then don’t do it. In all the years I’ve ridden with Different Spokes leading rides has been about wanting to get together with your friends to ride. If that’s not enough to get you warm and fuzzy about leading a club ride, then don’t do it. You should feel eager to lead a club ride, jazzed about it and not repulsed. If that is not the reaction of most of the members, then it’s time to shutter the club. Don’t lead a club ride if you don’t feel like it. On the other hand, as a member you should feel that giving back to the club is something you want to do. Those who take should also give. Or have we forgotten the moral of the childhood story of Stone Soup?

At this juncture of the club, the real question is why members don’t want to lead rides because not wanting to do the most vital function of our club means there is something radically wrong. The culture of the club should be one of excitement, fun, and sharing. And sharing means sharing the “work” of making the club a continuing, viable organization. If there aren’t enough members who want to contribute to the club, then we will wither and vanish just as Different Spokes Seattle, Rainbow Cyclists in San Diego, and River City Cyclists in Sacramento all did.

Well, if you don’t care, then you don’t care. But I know some of you do and now is the time to act rather than sit back in the in the draft and let others plow into the wind. You know what cyclists say about wheelsuckers, don’t you? I’m flicking my elbow at you. Yes, you.

Ride Recap: September Jersey Ride

Word has it that this month’s JR and its twin sister, the Short & Sassy Tib loop, was a fabulous time. Instead of scorching heat or gloomy fog, nine Spokers were entertained by a delightfully beautiful and sunny day. Since it was Ginny’s birthday, Jeff brought out a cake from Woodlands Market in celebration. Bike, sun, pleasant company, cake—what’s not to like?!

You too could be part of the party! Next month’s JR takes place on Saturday October 14. And don’t forget to wear your club jersey!