The 40th Anniversary of the first AIDS Bike-A-Thon: Interview with Michael John [revised 7/30/25]

Michael John, Gay Freedom Day,June 26, 1983, DSSF Parade contingent

Michael John was one of the early members of the club and served as the ChainLetter editor as well as the club’s second president. He was instrumental in the creation, production, and execution of the first AIDS Bike-A-Thon in 1985. In addition he was a prolific ride leader, created many of the club’s early iconic rides, and led several long distance tours. He currently lives in North Carolina with his husband. In this interview he talks about being a member of the club, the origin of the first AIDS Bike-A-Thon, and how both indelibly affected his life.

HOW THE FIRST AIDS BIKE-A-THON CAME TO BE

AM: My understanding is that the club was approached by the San Francisco AIDS Foundation, which was fairly new at the time, and they wanted help with an event and that you and Bob Humason were the leads or somehow the two of you were critically involved in negotiating with the AIDS Foundation.

MJ: Well, I have a very vivid recollection of the whole thing. My memory usually isn’t this good but I believe I have a really good recollection of it and I’ve never lost it because it was such a monumental event for us.

AM: Yeah, and the club was new.

MJ: It was new and we had to do a lot fast, as you know. I remember even where I was when Bob Humason gave me that phone call. So let me start from the beginning. What I have in front of me is the original article in the Bay Area Reporter, which they wrote a really good article. I know you’ve seen it numerous times. So anyways I thought it was early March, it could have been late February [when the SFAF contacted the club]. The BAR article says that they thought it was about a six-week period between when Bob was contacted and we actually had the event. So I’ll go with late February. And I received a phone call from Bob Humason. It was in the middle of the afternoon and he told me the whole idea. He told me first he got a call from who I believe was Ken Jones of the SFAF.

Now, the two people from the Foundation that were key to us were Ken Jones and Ricky Johnson. So evidently I think someone from the AIDS Foundation must have written this article with the BAR because it went into the following issue. It seems that Ricky Johnson or Ken Jones called Bob Humason and I believe it was Ken Jones; he was the Volunteer Coordinator. Ricky Johnson was connected to the Foundation. He was like the nurse. The article says that Ricky Johnson came up with the idea, that he would organize the bike-a-thon to raise money for AIDS, for the fight for AIDS, and Ken Jones told Ricky to organize the whole thing and get back to him.

So I bet it was Ricky who called Bob Humason, and Bob Humason took the whole information down and called me right away because I had just given up the president role to him. So he wanted to ask my opinion of all this. He said, “I don’t know if we should take this whole thing on or not”, and I, the eternal optimist and cheerleader, said “Of course we’re gonna do this because this will be fantastic for the club because we will get so much publicity and we’ll get a lot of new members!” That’s all I cared about, I guess, and so we agreed after our conversation that we would go with it. He and I basically split the whole task of working with the Foundation about 50-50. He was the main contact of course because he was president and he was the one running the show. But I was like his right-hand man. I would be the one who would do things like make up the maps, contact and organize the sag wagons, and come up with the plan of what the route would be like, and I think we had already done a 100-mile route to Guerneville and back with the club. You would have to check again the ChainLetters to see when the actual first ride all the way to Fife’s was. [AM: It was July 15-17, 1983.] I organized the very first Fife’s camping trip as well as the Apple Blossom ride, by the way, and so it was kind of a given that we knew already it was exactly 100 miles from the Castro to Fife’s. It was uncanny. We already knew that. So it was a given that we would use that route for the Bike-A-Thon. We wouldn’t have to come up with anything new.

So, we got the wheels in motion, the Foundation was all excited, very good communication between us, the club was gungho. But we had to work really fast: we had the route in order and we had plenty of volunteers outside and within the club, and there were all kinds of organizations who the Foundation had to give us a hand, like sag wagons and setting up food tables and so on. Laurie McBride is in the article as someone who drove one of the vans. [AM: Who was Laurie McBride?] There were people from all over the city who helped with this. It was a big event. It was so new.

Ken Jones, SFAF, with Bob Humason and Michael John.

AM: That was one of my questions. It was only two months and I know that subsequent Bike-A-Thons took almost a year to pull together. And it’s always amazed me: how did this happen that you got the logistics all organized in such a short period of time—food, and tables, the sag wagons, and the First Aids stations? It was like it all magically came together so quickly and it sounds like you guys were able to tap into a preexisting network or set of services that were out there that were willing to volunteer.

MJ: It is a good question. How did we pull it off within like six to eight weeks? I think it was closer to six weeks. I just think it was youthful ambition. I was very motivated, Bob Humason was very motivated, and we got motivation from our club. I remember we had a lot of people, just helping out as much as they could and so for however we pulled it off we did things like organize where the food stops were going to be along the way. We suggested where we should end the route and the original concept was Fife’s. [AM: Fife’s is now Dawn Ranch.] You brought this up in one of your questions. I even have it on the original notes that I made for the riders that we crossed out Fife’s and put in Molly Brown’s. [AM: Molly Brown’s is now the site of Autocamp.] So that must have been a kind of last-minute change. I don’t recall why we would jump from Fife’s to Molly Brown’s but Molly Brown’s had more of a facility for handling buses and running cars and bikes and all that stuff, a big parking lot in front. If I’m correct I think Fife’s was owned by Molly Brown’s or vice versa. So it was easy to do that. I believe the reason it shifted from Fife’s to Molly Brown’s was strictly logistics and if I’m not mistaken the two are owned by the same owners. It makes a lot more sense. It is very possible we had already planned- or I should say that the AIDS Foundation did all this: they planned the celebration the next day. They put that whole thing together, on Sunday. That was their deal. It was kinda like Different Spokes did Saturday along with their assistance and our direction, and they did everything on Sunday. Our job was done when we arrived in Guerneville.

AM: Okay. By the way I went though all the old ChainLetters and wrote down a list of all the rides and that first Guerneville Overnighter was on July 15th through 17th of 1983.

MJ: Okay, so that was the year I started with the club and I would have organized that. So you’re right: we had that route under our belt already. So anyways- oh and another thing we did: I remember a couple of days before the ride like a Wednesday or Thursday before the ride, I can remember a crew of us going on the entire hundred-mile route and spraypainting the road with arrows, with markers. So we had that all together because we wanted to make sure we didn’t lose anybody. We didn’t lose anyone. So there was only one route that year, it was the one-hundred mile route and it was marked and we told the Foundation where to station the vans for food. They organized all the food. So they were the ones who fed us. That was not a Different Spokes thing if I remember correctly. I’m sure it was not. They were so grateful to us for actually being able to pull the logistics of the ride off, they were bending over backwards to make sure that the riders had everything that we needed. And I will never forget that. Ricky Johnson and Ken Jones especially, those two were the two people from the Foundation we were in contact with all the time, and they made sure that we had everything that we thought we would need for this ride.

Jerry Walker, center, Mrs. Field’s Cookie Ride, September 4, 1983

AM: Also it was my understanding that Jerry Walker [Club member and original owner of the Freewheel Bike Shop on Hayes] was providing repairs or some kind of bike maintenance service for people. Do you recall if he was traveling along the road or was he stationed in one place or were there were other bike shops involved or how did the mechanical assistance thing work on that ride?

MJ: I think he was the only person available for that kind of thing, for bike repairs and bike needs. I don’t recall— it was Jerry, right? Okay, so Jerry Walker was the one who must have come up to us and said, “I’ll have this repair station.” I’m sure that’s right. Or he could have been in a mobile van but I doubt it because we had no communication.

AM: Ah, okay no radio.

MJ: No radios. As far as I remember we had no communication: it was just us. We were on the road and we were going from point A to point B and that was it. It’s hard to believe I’m sure. A lot of people say, “How did you do this with no cell phones et cetera?” How we could do this without being able to talk to each other? Well, we did it all the time.

AM: Well, in those days you know the centuries that were being put on by bicycle clubs they did have radio support. But it was always from getting help from some ham radio group that was in the town or community that these clubs existed in. But there were no cells phones then.

MJ: Right, there was nothing like that, not that I can remember. No one would have owned one. I think the guy I worked for at the time he had one of those big shoe box sized cell phones. But we were pretty much on our own.

AM: What about the publicity? The club decides to do this thing and I know that the club had a table in front of Hibernia Beach to recruit people and I guess you were going around with flyers to bike shops. Bob Krumm had mentioned to me that he recruited members for the club by putting little flyers on bikes whenever he saw one in the Castro, “Hey, there’s this new gay bike club starting up!” I’m wondering how did the word get out about the ride.

Riders of the first AIDS Bike-A-Thon

MJ: Well, I’m looking at the list: we had 62 riders. [AM: There were actually 63 riders who started and 57 completed the ride. The BAR was incorrect.] Most of those people were probably Spokers and we just talked it up. I think the word just spread like wildfire within the bike club because we had only a monthly newsletter if that, and we just would get on the phone. I guess Bob and I decided that for this to be a success for the Foundation—because it was all for them, it wasn’t for us—we would have to do our best to recruit as many bicyclists as we could and I can kinda remember when we reached the 62 point total number, we were pretty floored that there were that many people who were gonna try and do this. So we somehow got that word out; we probably had a table but to be honest if we had any promotion at all it was probably just a table at Hibernia Beach. We just didn’t have the mechanics and the stuff to do much more than that. [AM: Two-thirds of the riders were club members.]

AM: It’s also my understanding that when the riders got to Guerneville they were provided lodging. Was that true?

MJ: Oh yes! That was another thing that the AIDS Foundation did for us. Again that was something that we needed. We said we’re gonna need accommodations and the Foundation was able to contact enough guest houses for everyone to have a place and I’m not talking about camping at Fife’s! I’m talking about cabins, inns, or guest houses. I was one of the lucky ones who stayed up at the Elfen Lodge. There were about six or eight of us who stayed up there. But the Foundation, being who they were, had a lot of pull and all they had to do was make some phone calls and I guess there were a lot of inns who just donated a number of rooms. People bunked up in them and I don’t recall anyone who stayed in any place other than the ones we stayed in. So I can’t vouch for any of that stuff. But I do remember I stayed with Bob Humason and a few other people, maybe Tom Walther, at Elfen Lodge, which was a real- one of these fairy places. It was very cute. I have some pictures of us staying there.

MJ at the Elfen Lodge after the Bike-A-Thon

They were very accommodating. We were tired as all get-out. By the time we got up to Elfen we were so tired. When we got to Molly Brown’s, the Foundation did have a spread for us and then we just went up to Elfen and crashed. Then we got up the next morning and we were just kind of leisurely relaxing, and there was a time when we were supposed to get to Molly Brown’s to start the thank-you event. It was the appreciation event. And that’s how the Foundation billed it: as an appreciation event. They not only arranged to have accommodations for all the riders—comfortable accommodations!—they also provided buses for all the riders to get back to the city with their bikes.

AM: That was my other question. I know there was some way that people were brought back from Guerneville. So it was buses and that was organized by the AIDS Foundation?

MJ: Yes, again everything that happened on Sunday was the AIDS Foundation thing. All we did was hang out in our Speedos and just have a good time. [laughs] So again I remember everyone getting on a bus and heading back. It wasn’t until mid to late afternoon that that all happened. It was a number of hours of appreciation, talks, just good time stuff and we just kinda hung out. It was great!

AM: Now you didn’t ride on Saturday? You were obviously doing logistical type stuff and zooming around on the road in a car or something. Is that correct?

MJ: No, I was riding ‘cause I had pledges! I actually rode that day and Bob did too. We had the act all together. We were so confident, I guess. We had all of our ducks in order, the riders, that we felt comfortable enough taking our pledges and joining in and being two of the 62 riders. No, both of us rode up ‘cause I remember getting there. I remember getting there around 5 o’clock. The Foundation’s name for the ride, the original name, was “Pedaling for Pride in ’85” and it became the Bike-A-Thon, in fact the event was a generic bike-a-thon. We called it the Bike-A-Thon. I don’t remember how it all happened but their original name for it was called the Pedaling for Pride event, the entire weekend Saturday and Sunday.

BEING A MEMBER OF DIFFERENT SPOKES

AM: I also have just a few questions about you personally. How did you get involved with Different Spokes?

MJ: I decided to go from solo bicycling in San Francisco to a club and when I found out that this club existed—and I wasn’t a club joiner at the time. It was 1983, I believe. I remember going to my first club meeting and saying, “These are my soulmates here! My people!” I used to do everything on my own, ride a bicycle, but I thought it would be a lot more fun to do it with a lot more people and it just became a big deal for me personally. I was a real developmental thing for myself personally. I changed a lot and as you can imagine I really got into it. Bob Krumm was president at the time, I made a lot of friends in the club, I organized a number of rides that kept me involved and by the end of the year I was approached to run for president, president for ’84.

AM: But you were the ChainLetter editor at some point too. Was that before or after you were president?

MJ: That was probably before ‘cause I was working in a situation where I could take that over. I don’t think I took it over while I was president, I was doing plenty then. [AM: MJ actually was the ChainLetter Editor and President concurrently.] I think I had already started doing it. Someone else was doing the ChainLetter. Peter Renteria I think was doing the ChainLetter before I did. One question after another and before you know it the club is saying, “Well, you can take it over if you want!” This was before I was involved with desktop publishing as it was known at the time and I loved graphics design and layout. So it was natural for me to take on the newsletter project. It was all typewritten and then xeroxed or mimeographed or however we did it back then, it was amazing, and then I had my hands on a Macintosh computer around 1985—I think it was around then— and that’s when I could do it on the computer by using Pagemaker. Wow. And so that was kind of a fun thing for me. That was my kind of extracurricular activity for Different Spokes, was editing the ChainLetter.

AM: At some point you left the club. Do you remember when that was?

MJ: Yeah, I did three long distance rides and the last one was ’87 so I was involved with the club at least through the fall of ’87. Now in 1988 was when I started living with somebody who needed my personal attention because he was sick. We were dating. I had lost my partner and he had lost his and we met up at a Shanti grievance group. Remember those things? And we fell together as a couple, Lee and I did, in 1988. So when I was with Lee for four years, ’88 to ’92, that’s when I didn’t make as much time for the bike club. I spent very little time with the club. Here and there I would take a ride with the club and I pretty much being less involved starting around 1988.

AM: Okay. That’s sort of my general recollection. I left the club in ’94 [AM: It was 1992, not 1994.] and my recollection was that you weren’t around a whole lot in that period before.

MJ: No, by ’94 I had bought a house in Petaluma and moved. So I was pretty much out of the Bay Area directly. I was leading bike rides on my own or some friends at AAA where I was working at the time. Like, I did an Apple Blossom Ride with them, that sort of thing. So yeah, It was for about four or five years. And also I was into the Rawhide [2] scene. I was hanging out at the Rawhide a lot. This was probably starting around ’85 or ’86 and so I was splitting my social time between the bike club and the Rawhide, and I can even remember organizing a couple of benefits for Bike-A-Thons, for Different Spokes at the Rawhide. It’s kind of a funny thing! [laughs]

AM: Combining both interests!

MJ: Yeah. All that ended about 1989, yeah around then.

AM: Okay, so besides the very first Bike-A-Thon were you involved in subsequent Bike-A-Thons or were you just moving away from that?

MJ: No, I did not take part in future Bike-A-Thons. After the first BAT I’m not sure but I think the next one was the one we did without the AIDS Foundation.

AM: I’d have to go look at the beneficiary list. [AM: in 1986 SFAF was one of the eight beneficiaries.]

MJ: Yeah, we probably did it to benefit the Foundation but I don’t think the AIDS Foundation was involved anymore [with organizing the event.]

AM: Oh no, they weren’t involved in subsequent- because it went from being a benefit for the AIDS Foundation to a benefit for beneficiaries that the club selected. And usually the AIDS Foundation was one of those.

MJ: Right, and I think there was probably some discussion do we want to spread our good will amongst other beneficiaries. So I believe it would have been the ’86 BAT—you can correct me—but this one was organized strictly by Different Spokes.

AM: I’m pretty sure that’s correct.

MJ: And it really started ramping up. Now, the people in the club who did the ’86 BAT as far as I recall were Tom Walther and Jim King.

AM: Yeah, I think Jim was the BAT Coordinator that year.

MJ: Yeah, and Tom Walther was really close to him and I think the two of them pulled it off. I don’t remember the politics behind it. I do remember there was just a tiny, tiny bit of bad blood. [AM: You will get an explanation about the “bad blood” between the SFAF and Different Spokes in the future interview with Jim King.]

AM: Yeah, well I know that [laughs]—Tom was my partner for several years. Did you know that?

MJ: No, I didn’t know that.

AM: Yeah, he and I got together in ’89. So Bob was dying. We were dating when Bob was dying and in fact I remember Harry and Jean, Bob’s parents, came up from San Diego to take care of him, and it was in that building on 14th Street, and Tom was often over there with them. Little did I know that one of the reasons why he liked to go there was that both he and Jean were “ex-smokers” and they were smoking up a storm there because they were so stressed [laughs]!

MJ: There were quite a few “ex-smokers” who smoked.

AM: Yeah, I noticed that there were a whole lot of people in the club who smoked, like Mark Reverdy and Dennis [Westler] and Luis [Dufau]. Luis smoked a lot! And these are all strong riders! It was totally freaking me out. I remember ending a ride in Orinda and they all went to their cars and whipped out cigarettes and started smoking [laughs].

MJ: Going back to BAT ’86 briefly, like I was saying about transition between Bob and me on the first one and Tom and Jim King for the second one, I just remember emotionally and it really wasn’t a big departure for us to say, “You guys do it, it’s fine with us.” It took a lot of energy to pull the first one off and it was gonna take a lot of energy to do it again, a second time, because now we were on a roll. We had to do everything the Foundation did, part of Saturday and all of Sunday. It probably changed a little bit. I don’t know if we did the overnight thing on Sunday. [AM: Subsequent BATs were loop rides starting in the Castro.] I don’t think I rode it that year. I think in fact ’85, the first one, was the only one I actually rode. So there was a pretty quick transition in the organization of the Different Spokes Bike-A-Thon.

AM: Well, actually Jim King is on my list of people to reach out to. I originally was going to interview him as part of this because he was in the first BAT as well. But he was also the BAT Coordinator for the second BAT and I wanted to talk to him since he had been involved in both, what that was like to change from being a rider to being one of the principal organizers of that ride. But that’ll be another day.

MJ: Also he should have a really good recollection of how it transitioned from the first year to the second year organization-wise ‘cause I just don’t remember. It wasn’t that it was a bad episode or anything. I just remember kind of going, “Hey you guys have it”, y’know it was one of those things…”be my guest”. So yeah, see what Jim can tell you about that.

AM: What kind of a cyclist were you before you did the BAT? I know you were into bike touring ‘cause you led several tours and it sounds like you were into solo bike riding before you joined the club.

MJ on 1984 Guerneville Weekend

MJ: I was into solo bike riding before and I remember loving long distance cycling. And now the bike club gave me the reason to plan longer trips like the Guerneville ride, which was the longest, and then things like the Apple Blossom, which were outside of the City or Marin. I tried to pull people up into Sonoma County because I loved Sonoma County and so I was organizing numerous rides up there, I can remember, and down the Peninsula too somewhat. I loved going across the bridge on the bike and maybe taking the boat back, that kind of thing.

AM: In the early days of the club there were some pretty hardcore bike tourists, Bob Krumm, Shay Huston. There were some people who really liked to go overnight. They went to Pigeon Point, Tomales Bay, there were these places they liked to do these overnighters.

MJ: Yeah, I remember.

AM: Were you that kind of a cyclist too? Did you like to camp?

MJ: I did and I had the equipment. Like I said we were all camping at Fife’s on the first Fife’s trip up. That was all camping always. I remember Bob Krumm’s Pigeon Point overnighter. I remember doing that ride. I have photos of that one. Occasionally there were others but I don’t really remember many. Oh, I organized trips to Yosemite, Lake Tahoe with the club.

AM: Oh. I know there was the Lake Tahoe Spectacular. I thought Derek organized that. Was that you?

MJ: I don’t know if he did the first one of if I did the first one. But it probably became one of the annual events.

AM: It did.

MJ: Like Guerneville. I remember doing Yosemite a couple of times and so on.

AM: I remember Derek making a comment to me that the house that we used, the octagon house near Carnelian Bay, that he found that through the Sierra Club or through connections to the Sierra Club. So I just presumed that he had organized the first one but maybe not.

MJ (r) with Bob Munk (l), 1985 Lake Tahoe Spectacular Weekend

MJ: Yeah, I don’t remember that. I remember cycling on that ride but I don’t remember if I organized it. It could very well have been Derek. [AM: Derek organized the first “Lake Tahoe Weekend Spectacular held on September 27-29, 1985.] But I do remember I organized one or more Yosemite Valley rides. We would cycle up from probably from Mariposa or something like that. We went right up to the entrance of the park and then we’d stay—I don’t remember what the overnight accommodations were. I don’t think we were camping. It probably was Curry Village or something.

AM: Yeah, there are many places in the Valley, you can stay in the campgrounds, you can stay at Yosemite Lodge, you can stay in Curry Village. There are a bunch of options of where to stay.

MJ: Right. We just didn’t always have a lot of money, so I don’t know. I don’t recall where we spent the nights on those trips. Then I did three very long distance rides. The first one was Cape Cod and that one was ’84 and Bike-A-Thon was ’85, and ’86 was Expo ’86 in Vancouver. We cycled from Seattle to Vancouver and back. And then the last one I did was the year after in ’87 and that was the upper New England foliage ride.

AM: Right. I’m pretty sure Derek was on those rides.

MJ: He was on all three of them. He was the only one who was on all three.

AIDS AND THE CLUB

AM: Did you know anyone personally who had AIDS before you did the BAT?

MJ: Gosh, the first person I know who had AIDS and who died of AIDS was in our bike club, and you’d know his name too.

AM: Jerry Basso, was it Jerry Basso?

MJ: No, oh poor Jerry, we were such good friends. Um no, it was before him and I have a picture of him at one of the- I had his name in my head a couple of weeks ago. But anyways he was at one of the Pride parades. I have a photograph-

AM: Oh, Hal Baughman!

MJ: Hal Baughman, yes.

AM: Marian the librarian! [AM: Hal was the club librarian.]

MJ: I didn’t know him by “Marian the librarian” but I do remember he was the first person I knew who died from AIDS, probably the first person I knew who had it. Hal Baughman, he smoked too.

AM: Yes, he did!

MJ: Oh dear!

AM: Yeah, I thought of Jerry first because he was one of the first people I met in the club and I rode a fair amount with him and he just vanished. And the rumors were circulating. And then he reappeared and he mentioned that he was having vision problems and it was hard for him to ride and then he disappeared again and we never saw him again. And the next thing I knew- in a matter of two months I had heard he had died. It was really fast.

Jerry Basso (left) with Derek Liecty (right) at 1984 Gay Pride.

MJ: It happened really fast. He and I were very close. Like you said he vanished from the scene. I also heard his family did not want- they didn’t want to know about it. It was a bad family scene going on there.

AM: Exactly. Yeah, I’ve heard that too. Yeah, I heard that they refused to acknowledge or didn’t want to acknowledge that he had AIDS.

MJ: There was so many in the club— it may have been the time that the Quilt was happening and we wanted to do the quilt and they [Jerry’s family] said, “No, no, it was nothing”.

Hal Baughman with broken leg on back of the DSSF “float” at 1983 Pride Parade.

AM: I had forgotten about Hal. I have this picture in my mind of him with a broken leg on Richard Palmer’s pickup truck at the Pride Parade.

MJ: Right. Right, I’ve got that Polaroid. And I scanned that Polaroid again recently with all those films. Yeah, he was on the back of Dick Palmer’s truck.

AM: Did that in any way affect your decision to participate? I guess you had this ulterior motive which was to get more members in the club and I’m wondering to what extent your experience of AIDS in the community informed your decision to participate in BAT.

MJ: You were there and you remember how politically charged the whole thing was then and we were still in the middle of discovering what AIDS was all about. I don’t even think that at the time of the BAT it was confirmed how it was transmitted. So there was a lot of stuff up in the air and all we knew was we were young kids looking at weekly obituaries every week, of multiple people our age dying. Looking back it all these years later, so much of it was traumatic for so many people including myself. It’s just that we were so numb to it at the time. There were so many people dropping at the time that we were just all trying to do whatever we could. We didn’t have a lot of money to donate to these things. That wasn’t up to us to donate money to the Foundation, that was up to the rich people who they knew, who their board would snag for cash. Well, we would do things like volunteer for anything we could, and so I think that the BAT may have been part of our- gosh, what can I say? our San Francisco DNA. It just grew into us. And AIDS was a daily routine: AIDS, AIDS, AIDS all the time. I don’t think it was even known as HIV at the time. It was all AIDS-this-and-AIDS-that. You know, it was shellacking our community. So we were very honored, we were quite honored to be actually approached by the Foundation to take part in this activity that they came up with. This was their idea. I read in the story again in the BAR before I talked to you today how Ricky Johnson had the idea and approached the Foundation with it, and the Foundation told him go ahead, you put it together, and we’ll back it. And that’s when Ken Jones got involved as the volunteer coordinator for the Foundation and the two of them were the ones who we would approach with whatever we needed to make it happen.

RECOLLECTIONS OF THE RIDE

AM: Okay. Now onto the second part about the day of the ride. What sticks in your memory as memorable about that day?

MJ (l) and Bob Humason (r) gathering pledge forms at the start.

MJ: It was a chilly morning, as usual a San Francisco foggy morning in the Castro. I remember being at Hibernia Beach looking up the road to the intersection, 17th, and seeing a huge crowd of people at whatever time it was, 7:30 in the morning, quarter of 8, and I was so proud and I remember hugging Bob and I said, “Look, this thing is really happening!” [AM: The official start time was 6:30 AM.] It wasn’t just the riders assembling, it was all this publicity and all these fancy people like politicians. There’s a pretty picture of Supervisor Louise Renne, who came down to wish us well. There were other people too who just came down to be part of the story. That’s my recollection: the Foundation got on the megaphone, there were the cyclists at the bottom of Castro and 18th by Hibernia Beach, we were kinda all got into a big mass and then we all took off and of course you go up that hill at Divisadero and everybody thins out right there.

The start in the Castro.

AM: Yeah, steep!

MJ: It’s kinda steep. I just remember there being a lot of people and it wasn’t just riders. It was very exciting. Very exciting. And I really believed that Bob and I felt that it was going to be a success right then and there.

AM: Of course people spread out and rode at whatever pace they ride. Did you ride with anybody or did you end up riding by yourself?

MJ: I don’t recall. I’m someone who would always go my own pace. I might overtake somebody or pair up with somebody. But all I remember is checking in at each of the stops to make sure that everyone had what they needed and I remember spending a little time at two or three vans. There were vans set up with water and bananas and whatever we needed back then. And I remember spending a little extra time at those places to connect with the Foundation people and to make sure, just to check in with them because they had no clue what was going on. They didn’t have an idea what this was all about. They didn’t know what a bike ride with 60-some odd people going a hundred miles was going to be all about. We did. But they had no idea.

AM: Okay. I know that Tom Walther and Jim King rode together because Tom had told me that they were concerned that they were lagging and that Gene was gonna pass them. [laughs]

MJ: [laughs] That was not gonna happen!

AM: Yeah, so they hurried up and they got to Guerneville just before Gene got there!

MJ: Well, I think Gene got there after dark, if I’m not mistaken.

AM: I don’t know what time he arrived there but I know he was the last person. [laughs]

Gene Howard, last finisher at the first Bike-A-Thon 1985

MJ: He was the last person. I think it was about like 6:30 and I do remember that we were all concerned because it was dark and they were following him with headlights on. Yes, they knew where he was. They knew where every one of us was. And of course the sag wagons were following behind the last person. Gene ended up being the last person and somewhere around Bodega or maybe even closer to Guerneville Road or River Road, they escorted him up all the way with headlights because it was dark.

AM: Yeah, and it’s a dangerous road too.

MJ: Yeah yeah and we were all waiting for him. Everybody who rode was at Molly Brown’s hanging on. They had food for us. We were eating like crazy and we all knew that Gene was the last one. Somehow we got word and we just were in utter anticipation of welcoming Gene home and boy, I’ll never forget the look on his face.

AM: I’m sure it was the longest ride he had ever done.

MJ: He thought everyone was gonna be gone by the time he arrived!

AM: Was that a hard ride for you or was it just a walk in the park? What kind of a ride was that for you?

MJ: That ride was always long for me but I would always pace myself real well. I love that ride. I absolutely love cycling Route One and all that stuff, going up into the Headlands and coming down to Bolinas and all that. I loved that ride and so I would always get excited doing that. Now it’s a very long ride and I remember having to pace myself because I didn’t want to burn out and have someone drive me the rest of the way. I’ve never had that happen. But no, I loved that ride.

AM: Do you remember arriving at Molly Brown’s? What was that like?

Molly Brown’s, the finish.

MJ: Yes, I remember it being late afternoon, I remember it being 5 o’clock. I was not the first in nor anything close to it. [AM: Bruce Matasci was likely the first person.] I wouldn’t be anyway being on my own. I was trying to make sure everyone was doing well. So I would fall back, hang out with the vans, I would then catch up, I would then cycle with another group of people. It was kind of like I was being a den mother. So I arrived there I believe it was around 5 o’clock. It wasn’t dark. It wasn’t quite dark yet but it was the end of the afternoon and I just remember everyone there cheering everyone who arrived. Anyone who came up on a bicycle into Molly Brown’s there was cheering and then the next person there would be more cheering. It was a real social event at the end. Again the Foundation had set up lots of food for us to eat so basically we were having dinner. There was lots of food there and that was going to be food for the day. So they fed us at Molly Brown’s if I remember correctly, we picked our places to go to. I remember that Bob Humason and I, we tried to get one of the “good” places. We had heard that the Elfen Lodge was a little ways up into the mountain but it was a really nice spot. So we were able to get one of the spots up there. I have just a couple of photos of us hanging around the table and eating breakfast or whatever, coffee and donuts or something. And then [the next day] we all got our act together and headed down to Molly’s again for the volunteer appreciation event. [AM: MJ and I have had a discussion subsequent to this interview and we now believe the BAR article about the event was correct and the Sunday event was held at the Woods, not Molly Brown’s.]

SUNDAY

AM: So on Sunday what was that like, the experience of that ceremony?

MJ: Well it was a lot of fun. I know we were all hanging around in our skivvies, laying on blankets and sheets and we were just teaming up with our best pals. I’m sure I’m on a blanket with Jerry Basso and Bobby and Kevin Anderson and a few others. It was a very leisurely event. I think there were comedians-

AM: Oh, there was a program?

MJ: Yes, there was a program. This was all done by the Foundation. They had an event planned for us. Oh yeah, this was not just gathering for iced tea or whatever, hanging out with each other. No, there was an event, a schedule going on all day. I remember the AIDS Foundation was very appreciative of what we had done, and they were giving us a lot of thanks. So I remember the event being a lot of fun. We were all real happy that we didn’t have to get on our bikes again that day. What we had done the day before was plenty and we were looking forward to just hanging out with each other. There was a lot of laughing and a lot of fun.

Half of the 1985 Bike-A-Thon riders…
..and the other half.

GETTING PLEDGES

AM: What about fundraising? Nobody likes to do it. What was that experience like for you?

MJ: I really wasn’t into it either, to be honest. I wasn’t a big fan of it. So I had a handful of pledges from just people I knew. I didn’t really go out and solicit pledges from stores or other strangers. So no, it was very casual. I was busy enough that I didn’t want to go out and get more pledges too. I think Tom Walther was the top, wasn’t he?

AM: I don’t know but it wouldn’t surprise me if he had been. That would very much fit in with Tom’s ability to approach anybody and speak to them.

MJ: Here it is, Tony, the four top getters were Craig Schaffert for $2,230; BJ Irwin, $1,810; Tom Walther was $1,480 and Ron Henderson, $1365. I probably had a couple hundred.

AM: Tom had a lot of chutzpah. He would approach anybody.

MJ: He had a way of selling it!

AM: Yeah, very much so and he was very personable. It would have been very hard to say no to him.

MJ: He had a charming smile, I loved talking to him. He was a good bicyclist and good friend to be with. I enjoyed my time with him.

IMPACT OF BAT

AM: How did the Bike-A-Thon affect you? Do you feel in some way the BAT affected your subsequent life? Or you just went back to your regular life and it was just another thing that you did? Or did it somehow lodge in your brain somewhere that you were a changed person?

MJ: Yes. The answer to all that is yes and I’ll tell you what: it started when I first began with the club. Joining Different Spokes and being part of a group of people was a real game changer for me personally, and BAT was one of these culminations of self-confidence, knowing that there was self-worth in there somewhere, that I could actually pull this thing off. I didn’t doubt that this would be something that I could do. But after it was all over I really felt like, “Oh that was pretty good!” I was part of an organization, two organizations—that was a part of it—that not only raised a bunch of money for a great cause but we safely pulled off an event where no one got hurt.

AM: Yeah, that’s big.

MJ: And it could have been fraught with disaster. That hundred miles: no shoulders, creepy people, you name it. There could have been one disaster. One would have been too many. It’s one thing bringing a group of six or eight or ten people up to Fife’s for a camping trip or a Guerneville weekend trip. But it’s another for a rambling 62 riders and all the support stuff. And so if it affected my life in any way I would really attribute that to Different Spokes. Being part of that club was really, really important for me personally and it was a real confidence booster because I had never done anything like that in my life. I had never been a part of a group like that.

It was a good group of people in that club. There were very few- I didn’t feel there were a lot ego problems. When we were cycling everyone seemed to be on the same level even though, yeah sure, there were some people who could cycle faster than others. But other than that we were doing that 50% for the social and 50% for the exercise, the activity itself, bicycling. We weren’t showing off fancy bikes or fancy bike clothes. It was in the early days and those things barely existed. Plus we had our own fashion styles anyway. I just remember it being a real pleasant experience and I looked forward to each weekend’s bike ride and I tried to do as many as I possibly could when I was deeply involved in the club.

AM: You know Karry Kelley was pretty involved and he joined the club before I did or at least showed up on rides before I did and was pretty involved for roughly the same period that I was there in the late ’80s and early ‘90s and then he got a husband and moved to Alameda and had kids and dropped out of the club. Strangely enough when we led that Apple Blossom ride in 2012 he out of the absolute blue showed up. Like, dude where have you been all this time! He showed up on his ancient Klein bicycle. And it was, God, I missed you! Where have you been? That ride was over and he vanished again and just before or during the Pandemic he showed up. He was going through a divorce from his husband and he rejoined the club. Coincidentally in 2022 we put on the 40th anniversary banquet and I had this video that Tom had—I really don’t know the history of this video. But it’s a video of the ’89 BAT. I think it was made as a PR thing. In any case I rediscovered it in my pile of crap down in the storage room and I got it digitized.

MJ: Wow, that must be something to see!

AM: If you want watch it, it’s up on the Web. I can send you the URL too. It’s in our Flickr account and it’s a video up there. Anyway I revealed that video at the 40th banquet and Karry was there. And his reaction- he was just emotionally struck by this video because all these people that he knew who had died were in the video. Bob was in the video, Tom Walther was in the video…and I’m in the video too, which I thought, ”Really?!?” Anyway, he talked about the club being really important to him because he was coming out at that time and he said it was an important part of his social development to be involved with the club at that point and I could only nod and say I totally understand what you’re saying. I mean it was really true for me too. It was discovering a family of like-meets-like and it had that impact that here it is more than 40 years later and I’m still a member of the club, still involved in the club. I’m trying to make sure it survives. That’s always the issue that’s been on my mind is: can this club survive? People have to love it and put energy into it to make it continue.

MJ: You have to evangelize right from the very beginning.

AM: At this point there is a new cohort of people who have those feelings for the club. I think there’s a reasonable chance it will survive another ten years.

MJ: That’s good to hear. Well, maybe I’ll come to the 50th anniversary of the BAT!

AM: Well, we’re all going to be pretty decrepit, I’ll tell you!

MJ: Yeah, I’m not going to promise anything!

MJ (l) today and his husband Bill (r)

Ride Recap: Old La Honda-Kings Mountain

Nancy reports: “So it was me, Cathy, Ginny, Jeff, and Roger- on his birthday! The birthday surprise was that it was windy and cold at the start. Enough so that some wondered whether they wanted to ride. But we persevered and we were rewarded with sun and less wind! Everybody enjoyed the climb, especially those of us who haven’t done it for years. But when we got to the  top, it was more wind, cold, and nastiness than we signed up for on a Memorial Day weekend. The group decision was to descend Old La Honda—with Ginny, Jeff, and Roger making it an out-and-back—with a stop at Robert’s Market for a well-deserved sandwich and snacks. Cathy and I decided to use the opportunity to scout another ride that we are planning, which was a great idea and a bit of an adventure.  When we got back to the start, lo and behold, Roger was relaxing in his car, out of the wind, and receiving many birthday wishes on Facebook!”

Jeff reports: “We modified the route, turning back at the top of Old La Honda because it was pretty cold and we thought the stretch of Skyline might be scary since it has no shoulder. Ginny, Roger, and I just retraced our steps stopping for lunch at Robert’s Market where we celebrated Roger’s birthday, sharing a scrumptious dessert that Ginny bought. Nancy and Cathy headed towards Alpine Road for more adventures. We also stopped at the Pulgas Water Temple and watched girls all dressed up for a quinceañera party—delightful!”

Ed. Members may peruse more pictures of the ride at the Different Spokes website.

Ride Recap: Escape from Bay to Breakers

It turned out not to be much of an escape after all. Getting from the East Bay to Woodside for this ride meant crossing a bridge. And it wasn’t going to be the Bay Bridge since it was the morning of the Original Party-on!-Foot (says Wayne). Seasoned San Franciscans know this is the morning you avoid trying to get across town unless you like to wait for 75,000 drunk and high “runners” to get out of your way. But checking Google Maps before leaving the manse it said the quickest way to Woodside Town Hall was via the Bay Bridge. What?

Against my gut feeling we headed for the toll plaza because Google Is Always Correct. Just the other side of Yerba Buena Island the legions of cars slowed to a molasses-like crawl. “Lane closure” the sign read. This couldn’t be another traffic disaster like yesterday, right? In case you didn’t hear, Caltrans scheduled a closure of the #4 bore of the Caldecott Tunnel for this past Saturday and it didn’t go well. A crash in the #3 bore—the only other westbound bore—meant that traffic backed up all yesterday morning and most of the afternoon since all that “light” Saturday traffic had to funnel down to one lane. I know this because Waze directed hundreds of cars up my street as they frantically tried to escape car hell. Desperate drivers overflowed into Orinda like rats fleeing a burning building. That “lane closure” turned out just to be the far right lane to the Fremont Street exit being closed because Bay to Breakers. This is standard practice every year. It wouldn’t be a biggie except that thousands of drivers insisted upon driving to downtown San Francisco anyway. So they jammed the bridge trying desperately to get into the far left lane to exit at Fremont. What were they thinking?? It’s Bay to Breakers day and the chaos starts downtown! That exit was massively backed up onto the bridge making the whole area a mosh pit of cars. Only after getting past that insane mess did we discover that traffic was actually light on the 101. Seriously, just stay away from San Francisco on Bay to Breakers day.

Things were much better when we arrived in Woodside. It was sunny and warm, so warm I was overdressed in a longsleeved jersey and gilet. As usual for a Sunday, Woodside was packed with cyclists. Our ride was starting so late—10:30 AM—that riders were turning into the Town Hall parking lot because they were finishing their rides! Well, we made the better choice: not only was it warmer but by the time we got to Old La Honda the road was empty. Honestly, like just four or five cars passed us on OLH (all but one being Teslas) and we saw exactly seven other cyclists. There are times riding up OLH you feel like you’re a salmon heading upstream. Along with hundreds of your fellow salmon. But not today—it was quiet, undisturbed. Basically it was awesome having the road all to ourselves.

Old La Honda is, well, old because it goes back to the 19th century when the lumber industry needed roads in the Coast Range. I’m uncertain of the history of La Honda Road, which is also State Highway 84, and of what is now Old La Honda Road. Perhaps the two roads had the same name because they eventually ended (or started) at the town of La Honda. In the 19th century these weren’t public roads anyway. They were logging roads or perhaps toll roads built after logging made the Coast Range more inhabited. In any case what is now Highway 84 became the main road for car traffic probably because it’s wider and less winding than what is now called Old La Honda Road. That was good news for cyclists as cars took 84 to get to and from the coast and to roam up and down Skyline Boulevard leaving Old La Honda as a mostly forgotten byway.

In the late 1960s my high school friends and I would ride our bikes over to the coast on weekends and we usually took Highway 84 instead of Old La Honda because Old La Honda was steeper. We were also on very modest bikes. I was riding a Schwinn Continental, my first ten-speed. This boat anchor of a bike probably weighed well over 30 pounds with its chrome rims, chrome cotter-pin crankset, chrome handlebars, chrome seatpost, and kickstand—basically it was all steel. Oh, and I hadn’t figured out that it would help to have toeclips and straps to get over the hills. And it was a true ten-speed: a “racing” standard 52-42 crank with a five-gear freewheel, probably a 13-28. It wasn’t made for going uphill at least by the feeble (or feeble minded). So Highway 84 involved the least amount of suffering. Also the summit, Skylonda, is lower than the top of Old La Honda. So in all ways it was easier except for the incessant automobile traffic. We did occasionally go up Old La Honda, Kings Mountain, and even Page Mill Road to get to the coast. But they were a lot harder.

Today we were intent on checking out Old La Honda, specifically the west side, because that portion of road had a serious collapse the winter of 2023 resulting in its long term closure. The county wasn’t able to find the money, line up a contractor, and get it repaired until last July. But we hadn’t been back to check out the road since our last club ride through there in 2022. West Old La Honda is nice for avoiding the jam-up at Skylonda and although not essential for the usual loop out Haskins Hill and back Tunitas, it makes it a much more pleasant adventure. It was also a chance to check out the northern section of Skyline Boulevard, which I hadn’t ridden in many a year.

On Sand Hill Road we were passed by two cyclists like we were roadside litter and made the turn onto OLH. That was the theme of the day: we got passed a lot more than we passed anyone.

The climb starts immediately on OLH and continues unabated until you arrive at Skyline about three-and-a-half miles. I was tired and I merely wanted to check out the roads and survive them, not burn them up. I soon dropped into the granny. Although I wasn’t in my lowest gear, I was getting mighty close! Since there was surprisingly little traffic on OLH we had a peaceful ascent. The road is almost entirely shaded by redwoods and pines making it a good choice on hot days. Although it wasn’t hot, the shade was welcome. OLH has an average grade of about 7%. But it often feels a lot worse due to its frequent turning and the gradient increasing in the curves. OLH is in decent shape still. It’s not often repaved and the last chip seal seems to be holding up well. Well, until you get near the top and you see the road becomes one lane and is controlled by a timed stoplight: that portion is collapsing down the slope.

Repair of 2023 road collapse on west Old La Honda

Dropping down west OLH was the objective. Back in the day west OLH was a dirt road. I believe it wasn’t paved until well into the 1980s. At that point I started to use it a lot more since it was a lot less bumpy and rutted. The upper section is looking worn but okay; midway you can see a newer chip seal that’s rather smooth. It wasn’t until about halfway down that we finally saw the repaired collapse. The retaining wall is impressive. Further down it looks like the county also did some patching to the roadway. We encountered just one car heading uphill.

Turning onto Highway 84 to head to Skylonda, you’re in a different world, the world of impatient cars, loud motos, and weekend Ferraris. Highway 84 is adequately wide but the shoulder is often nonexistent. We saw one pickup driver give a downhill cyclist a punishment pass. The cyclist was right up against the edge of the road and the pickup driver leaned on his horn as he roared by. Back in the 1970s the attitude of car drivers was in some ways much worse. There were fewer cyclists and we were viewed as real oddities and there was a lot less awareness about sharing the road. In thinking about that poor cyclist, riding in the gutter was exactly the wrong thing to do. Instead he should have taken the lane and forced the driver to slow down, as he would have gotten the horn anyway.

Fortunately the climb is only about two miles and it’s rather gentle, about 3%. At Skylonda it was the usual mess of motos, cars, and cyclists trying to get through the intersection. Traffic on Skyline has no stop sign so they are typically pedal-to-the-metal, making any crossing an anxious and hurried affair. When you’ve got an expensive and powerful sports car or moto, where can you drive it at full throttle? Skyline Boulevard!

By now I was tired and the climb up Skyline to Skeggs Point is several miles at about 6% or so. We lucked out in that there was surprisingly little traffic traveling on it for a Sunday. I watched Roger inch ahead of me as my legs got slower and slower. If you are planning to ride Skyline, it’s better to ride it in the opposite direction, i.e. from Kings Mountain to Skylonda, rather than the way we did it. A better loop would have been to go up Kings Mountain, then Skyline to west OLH. But then we would have had to descend OLH and that can be sketchy with weaving uphill cyclists sprawled all over the road including in the blind corners because, of course, no sane cyclist goes down OLH! I was relieved to finally arrive at Skeggs Point. Whew, that was a work out!

After Skeggs it’s easy-peasy with a fast drop down to Kings Mountain. From there it was literally all downhill, about six miles of constant descent. Although it was only three years ago since we went down Kings Mountain, a lot can happen to a roadway in that time. So we took it carefully in case we encountered potholes, debris, or a car crossing the centerline. We passed a lot of cyclists heading up the road, all of them slowly. After all that climbing it was a wonderful way to end a ride. Old La Honda is back on the menu again!

The American River Bike Trail

Starting at Discovery Park, May 6, 1984

Three weeks ago Roger and I went up to Sacramento and rode the American River Bike Trail on a Monday. We had been thinking of going up to do it on the weekend. But the weather on Saturday and then Sunday was less than ideal. A weekday would actually be a better day to ride it because there would be less traffic on the trail or so we thought. We thought about listing the ride on the club calendar. However we were indecisive when we would actually do the ride given the sudden change in the weather.

The American River Bike Trail, also known as the Jedediah Smith Memorial Trail, runs from Sacramento all the way to the Folsom Dam recreation area, about 32 miles one way. The entire distance is well paved and although technically a multi-use path it is really intended for cyclists. Much of the way has parks and picnic areas as you wend your way up the American River with plenty of places to take a break, get water, use a restroom, and enjoy the river setting. The trail officially starts at Discovery Park in Sacramento but you can enter the trail at almost any location since suburban development has proceeded all the way to Folsom and beyond with plenty of entry and exit points. If you need something it’s easy to leave the trail and head into a town to look for food or a bike shop if need be. You can make this ride shorter or longer depending on your mood. Although technically ending at Beals Point at Folsom Dam, the trail actually continues further north to Granite Bay.

Given that we are ostensibly a San Francisco based cycling club, Sacramento is pretty far away for a club ride. The club first started going up there in May 1984 courtesy of Derek Liecty and Richard Palmer. Derek led it annually for several years and then Tom Harrison, who worked in Sacramento and eventually moved up there, led it for a while. Derek is still with us but he is no longer riding his bicycle; both Dick and Tom have passed.

The first time Derek led it the ChainLetter reported that “over 35” people attended. Other than the Pride Ride, that kind of attendance is highly unusual. Off the top of my head the only other regular club ride in recent history that had a number that high was a Mt. Hamilton ride that David Gaus led many years ago and that was because he cross-posted the ride on social media. In 1985 “social media” was your landline phone! In recent years Roger and I have led this ride off-and-on and we are lucky if we get two other participants. So the “pull date” for this ride is long past. Yet we continue to go up there because we like to ride it and if others would like to try it out, great. This is in harmony with our ride leading philosophy, that you should lead rides that you enjoy doing. If you’re leading a ride for the club because you “have to”, that might be welcomed by others but it’s not going to do wonders for your mental health. So post rides you love to do!

Admittedly the American River Bike Trail is an acquired taste. First, you have to enjoy riding on a multi-use path. If you like to go fast, maybe it’s not a good choice because the ostensible speed limit is 15 MPH, the same as on every other MUP. But like the speed limit on freeways, this is completely ignored. Local clubs do rides on the ARBT and racers train on it including hammerheads on tri-bars. The other choice is to ride on Sacramento city streets and then you’ll have to deal with cars and a myriad number of stoplights between Sacto and Granite Bay. The good news is that the ARBT is not like other MUPs: it’s a bike trail. Since we last went rode it the trail has had a repaving. Prior to the repaving there were clear markings on the pavement that pedestrians were to stay off the pavement and instead walk/run on the dirt shoulders. Even further back in the day there were explicit signs forbidding skateboarders. Of course enforcement is another issue and as far as I can tell there isn’t any. Nonetheless most of the peds we encounter do indeed stick to the sides of the trail and we saw just one skateboarder poaching the trail. So the ARBT is a paragon MUP for cyclists. It’s nice to be treated well for a change!

Second, the ARBT is hella flat. Until you go beyond the Nimbus Fish Hatchery where the little climbing this trail has hits you in the face after all that flat goodness. But in this case flat isn’t boring. You’re constantly wending your way along the river passing parks, natural habitat, and river scenery including occasional glimpses of the burbs on either side. And no matter how “isolated” you seem to be you’re actually very close to civilization. So that mid-ride Starbucks frappucino is always at hand!

Third, you’re probably going to enjoy this ride more if you pay attention to the weather. Spring and autumn are the best times to enjoy it because the temperature is mild. Once the valley starts to heat up in mid-spring you should be careful about picking your ride date. Summers in Sacramento can be blisteringly hot—well above 90F for days—and since most of the trail is not shaded, you’d better enjoy riding in hot weather. I’ve ridden the ARBT in every season, even summer, and I’ve never had a bad time (well, maybe a tad uncomfortable when it was in the 90s). On hotter days you ride earlier or later in the day or you just do a shorter out-and-back.

Your reward if you make it all the way to Beals Point is a fantastic view of the reservoir as well as a pleasant beach. If it’s warm enough, you’re welcome to go in for a dip too. That presumes that we’ve had a wet enough year and the dams upriver are releasing into Folsom Lake. We’ve been at Beals Point in drought years and it’s a loooong walk to get into the water! On weekends there is a snack bar at Beals Point; having a chili dog with Fritos was my reward! This was my sole regret about riding the trail on a weekday.

In previous years we’ve started our ride at the very beginning of the trail in Discovery Park just north of Old Sacramento. This year we decided to start six miles upstream at the Cal Expo site. This wasn’t just to cut the mileage but for some peace of mind. Discovery Park is just a short walk from “Homeless Central” in Sacramento—the north of the railroad yard—and there have been homeless encampments nearby along the river. The day was sunny and in the low to mid-60s, perfect for cycling. Since it was a Monday we were expecting fewer users on the trail. That turned out to be somewhat true but there was still a lot of cyclists rolling along the trail including a few training groups. Wherever we stopped to drink, use a restroom, or get water we encountered other cyclists and we often were either passing or being passed by others. E-bikes? Yep, there are plenty of them using the ARBT. There’s no escaping them these days.

It was somewhat disorienting at first because we were starting in a new location and the entrance to the trail was convoluted. We did find the route but we encountered workmen digging up the trail with heavy equipment. After some odd stares as we passed we encountered workmen who informed us the trail was blocked ahead and that we had to turn back and ride on the levee road instead. The levee is just above the ARBT and varies from dirt to pavement. We eventually found a workman who let us cut through a chainlink barrier up to the levee and eventually we got past the closed portion. That was the only mishap of the day.

Being a weekday the picnic areas were devoid of users; on weekends with good weather they are packed. Monday was clearly the day the park services takes advantage to mow the enormous acreage of lawns they have to maintain. The smell of freshly cut grass was everywhere.

Once we arrived at the Nimbus Fish Hatchery we had our first “climb”: across the bridge to the north side to continue. After all that flatness it was a struggle! After the climb there is a steep drop down to Lake Natoma. Lake Natoma is a long, placid body of water that scullers use to full advantage. Rowing Nationals have been held here and even on a weekday rowers were plying the water. This section of the trail was closed about a decade ago in order not to disturb a pair of Bald Eagles that had set up a nest above the trail. Then not long after they vacated, a rock slide during a wet winter completely blocked the trail and took a long time to be rehabilitated. Now it’s back to its former glory. Continuing towards the town of Folsom we climbed again. We didn’t drop into Folsom, which we have in the past for lunch, and instead forged on to Beals Point. Just out of Folsom you’ll see the dam ahead. As you approach it you leave the river behind and emerge from the river valley to find you are actually in a suburb with plenty of traffic. But the trail is still separate and you continue for another mile up a gentle climb to Beals Point.

At Beals we stopped to have our packed lunch as we watched the paddleboarders get their equipment ready. There were several groups of young picnickers on the beach. Although we didn’t intend to go to Granite Bay, the trail north of Beals is currently shut down for repairs.

After a relaxing break we headed back to Sacramento. Typically there is a headwind of some sort as you head westward but not today. We took our time in no rush to get back to the car. An added benefit of riding the ARBT on a Monday was that the lighter traffic on I-80; on Sundays there is inevitably a crush of afternoon traffic as the Tahoe crowd returns. However with the current construction to I-80 just west of Sacramento we still had to fight to get past Davis.

This year it was just the two of us. I wonder what it would have been like to ride with 33 other Spokers!

35 Spokers enjoying the warm, sunny weather

Ride Recap: The Apple Blossom

That estimated elevation gain was so wrong. Try over 3,000 feet!

This year’s Apple Blossom ride took place a little late. The best time to see the Gravenstein apple blossoms is about mid-April although it depends on the weather. Cold, wet winters delay the bloom even if climate change is accelerating their display. We couldn’t make time to head up to Sonoma county until now and unfortunately it’s becoming a bad habit of ours to list our rides with short notice. But we currently are not in a position to plan far in advance and just have to make hay when the sun is out. I was determined to get up to western Sonoma county this year as we hadn’t done an Apple Blossom ride since 2022. That’s too long a hiatus!

Being the sole Spoker who still remembers the old days of the club albeit feebly, I am the one left to champion some of the rides we used to do. It’s partly because they are great rides even if out of fashion today and it’s partly because these rides bring back cherished memories of riding with club members who are long gone. I call them my “ghost” rides.

Speaking of “ghosts”, the originator of the Apple Blossom is Michael John (“MJ”), the club’s second president and ChainLetter editor. He was also one of the two Spokers instrumental in the club organizing the first AIDS Bike-A-Thon in 1985 along with the SF AIDS Foundation. For that very reason I’ve been in touch with Michael, who now lives back East, and you shall soon hear his story of how the first AIDS Bike-A-Thon came to be. (The other key person was Bob Humason, the club’s third president, who died of AIDS in 1989.) He first led the Apple Blossom in April 1984 and it has various incarnations all of which involve going from Sebastopol out to Occidental and back. MJ told me that he loved to ride in Sonoma and he wanted to get the club out of Marin where apparently we rode much of the time. MJ later bought a house and moved to Petaluma. He also originated the Guerneville Weekend as well as designed the 1985 Bike-A-Thon route.

A veritable horde of invisible cyclists

Sebastopol is about an hour north. We headed over the Richmond-San Rafael bridge. There wasn’t a single cyclist or pedestrian on the entire span for a sunny Sunday morning, just a couple of fisherman. To argue that the bike path should remain is a hard sell when drivers see no one using the path and are seething at the backup. Make America Drive Again! From there it’s a pleasant roll north to 116, which will take you straight to Sebastopol.

As I’ve mentioned in the past, riding in west Sonoma county is a mixed bag. It’s beautiful, a combination of rolling forested hills and rural ag land mixing fruit trees, vineyards, and cattle. But many of the roads are poorly maintained making for boneshaking adventures. It’s completely schizophrenic: one road is smooth asphalt and the next one is so degenerate that the patches are on top of patches that are on top of other patches. Although car traffic is light most of the time, there are roads that see a lot more cars because they actually go somewhere that people want to go, e.g. the coast. That combined with inconsequential road shoulders almost 100% of the time means that you can’t completely goon out on the scenery and have to keep an eye for fast cars and crater-like potholes.

You also have to like steep hills. The climbs here are not long but they go straight up. Gradients above 10% are not uncommon. But that’s part of the fun—they’re a rollercoaster of slow ups and very fast downs!

We were very much looking forward to this ride. Despite the quality of asphalt the rural ambiance more than makes up for it and is a great solace in these times. If there is development happening out there it is very slow. The impediment is likely the lack of water. With no urban sewage and water system, homes are dependent on septic systems (= needs plenty of land) and wells. Sebastopol is the “big city” in west Sonoma of about 8,000 and even it uses wells for its water supply.

Whatever the water situation in town the hills were still completely green even though almost everything in the East Bay where we live is now a dusky brown.

We always start our rides at the Sebastopol Center for the Arts for the mundane reason that it has plenty of car parking nearby and the adjacent park has a restroom. Heading west on Bodega Ave we turned south on Pleasant Hill Road and become reacquainted with gruesome asphalt; the tire tracks in the lane are decrepit and we have to hug the right edge to escape the bumpiness as cars pass us repeatedly. We’re both on pretty big tires, Roger on 32 mm and I on 42 mm. They make a huge difference on Sonoma asphalt; if you’re riding 28 mm tires, that will do but you’re better off putting on something bigger to cushion all the jarring. A southwest wind is hectoring us. Once we turn onto Bloomfield Road it becomes well paved as we pass by open farm fields with grazing cows. After we turn southwest onto Roblar we get the double-whammy: a challenging headwind and pleasure-seeking drivers zooming to Bodega Bay. Fortunately the sight lines are good for them even if there is no shoulder for us.

Late bloomers

Here and there we’re spotting blooming apple trees. The bloom is almost entirely over. But a few trees are behind schedule—late bloomers. It took them a bit longer to ‘come out’. Mostly what we’re seeing is old orchards that are either abandoned or have been replaced mainly by grapes with a few remnant trees as a historical reminder. Gravensteins are hard to get these days. But I remember getting them at the old CO-OP markets—remember them? Probably not because the last one closed in 1988. Probably the only place to get them these days is specialty produce markets like Berkeley Bowl. Gravensteins were once king in the Bay Area; now they are almost completely gone.

It’s just a short hop on Valley Ford, which has even faster traffic but it has a great shoulder. Turning north onto Bloomfield Road the wind suddenly vanishes and we have zero traffic! Whatever Bloomfield was in the past, it’s now a mere dot on the map with a liquor store, what looks to be a closed Masonic Hall, and a volunteer fire department. Now instead of constantly rolling hills we get a real climb. It’s only been about 13 miles but my legs have been sapped by the wind and rollers. I slow to a crawl while Roger rides away from me on Burnside, which is a long, steep grind. We come upon a flock of turkeys in the road, an increasingly common occurrence. Those turkeys can run faster than I can climb! For whatever reason they run up the road rather than off to the side. So I get to see them caper in front me for an entire mile.

Roger is waiting for me at the top. Except that it’s not the top; it’s just one of the “tops” as we roll along a ridge line in the hills. We cross the Bodega Highway, which is a continuation of Bodega Avenue and continue north. Part of me wanted to turn onto Bodega because Wild Flour Bakery is literally just down the road in Freestone. But we continue north on Jonive, which has a short but nasty 13% grade, which is obscured on Google Maps.

At Occidental Road we turn west to get our lunch in town. There’s a climb to a summit and then a big drop into Occidental, which we would have to climb back over after porking out at lunch. By the route we took it was 23 miles to lunch and it would be only 9 to get back to Sebastopol. Needless to say we took the long way to lunch.

We usually stop at the Union Hotel Restaurant but not always. Back in the 1980s when ‘loudmouth’ Mike Reedy got into this ride, he decided to lead it himself and he always stopped at the Union Hotel. Being Italian-American he liked the menu. It was pretty good too so I started going there for lunch when I led it. It has an outdoor courtyard for dining and had a nice selection of pastas, salads, pizzas and main courses. I say “had” because we found out when we arrived that for some reason the menu has been drastically pared down to just a couple of salads, pizzas, and grilled chicken. These are hard times for restaurants especially those in the boonies and not on Restaurant Row. So whatever!

It had been sunny all day but not hot. Sitting in the Union Hotel courtyard was perfect and you could pick your spot either in the sun or in the shade. With our bikes locked up at the gate and in sight, we were set for a pleasant lunch and needed break from all those hills. Although only half-full when we arrived, the courtyard soon filled up. It was Mother’s Day after all and there were several tables of mothers being treated to Sunday brunch. I overheard one table lamenting that Howard’s Station—another Occidental hot spot—the wait for a table was an hour and a half long. They bailed and came to the Union Hotel.

It was hella delicious but too much!

We ended up with pizza and a salad. They had only one size, ostensibly a 12-inch, that measured out larger than that and would have been plenty of food for four. Being just two and not intent upon gorging with a hill after lunch, we left a lot of pizza on the table! Besides being physically large (and delicious), it was verging on Chicago-style with how deeply the cheese had been piled. The generous mushrooms and sausage floating on the sea of melted cheese were extra good. But it’s the wrong time of year to be putting on ‘winter’ fat, alas.

Back on our bikes it was hard slog up the hill with a carb-and-fat bomb in our stomachs. But once at the top it was essentially one long downhill back to Sebastopol. Now with a tailwind we returned to Sebastopol in what seemed like a flash. Back at the car we were still too stuffed to go to Screaming Mimi’s, the traditional post-ride refreshment, for ice cream. If not for the coffee at lunch I would have been in a fat coma.

Marvelous day, a good workout—I was tired!—and a delicious lunch. All told it was just 32 miles but despite what RWGPS said—about 2,400 ft. of elevation gain—we both ended up with over 3,000 ft. on our Garmins. Maybe that will balance out the lunch.

If you’re interested in doing this ride, keep in mind that Caltrans is still working on the Highway Expansion That Will Never End: a long section of 101 by Petaluma is just two lanes each direction and traffic snarls up as the day goes on. If you head up to Sebastopol to ride in west Sonoma keep that in mind. Another option is to take the SMART train from San Rafael to Cotati and simply head west to access the Apple Blossom by getting on Roblar Road. The beautiful countryside awaits.

Ride Recap: May Jersey Ride and Short & Sassy Tib Loop

Jerseylicious!

Ginny reports: “Alas I don’t have any photos! Everyone was accounted for on the Short & Sassy including Peter, whom we met at Woodlands Market with his new bike. [Ed. New bike day = better than any birthday!] Janet met us at the bottom of Camino Alto and we sang “Happy Birthday” to her. Tomorrow is her birthday. There were ten people total including the Jersey Ride. We weren’t together long because unfortunately we had a flat tire. But we were able to fix it and get back out there. So the group split up and half left Woodlands earlier than the others. Also unfortunately, later Scott fell and broke his wrist while getting off the bike. He was in Sausalito planning to take the ferry back. Luckily Nancy was with him and went to ER and drove him home.”

Stephen reports: “The Jersey Ride started out from Peet’s on Market a little after nine on an exquisite spring day that eventually got quite hot over in Marin. There were six of us, including two non-members, Alex and Yoko, who found us through the listing on the SF Bicycle Coalition website. We enjoyed the day with them, showing them their first crossing of the Golden Gate Bridge on a bike and their first experience of Paradise Loop. We met up with the three of the Short & Sassy crew at the roundabout on the Mill Valley bike path. We had lunch at Woodlands Market together before a bunch of folks headed off a little early to catch the Sausalito ferry at 1:30 PM leaving five of us to complete the full route. The Bridge on the way back was blasted by a heavy, brutal, cold wind but we made it back safely. Alas, those at the ferry had a disaster: Scott fell boarding the ferry and broke his wrist. Nancy made sure he got to the hospital and he is now at home recovering, likely in a cast for three months.”

I’m Fixing A Flat: Index of posts

I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go
—Lennon/McCartney

The series of articles about considerations in fixing flat tires spans twelve posts that are spread over five months and you might not be able to find a post easily. Here is a list of the posts and a brief summary of the topic it covers.

  1. Introduction: Motivation for these articles
  2. Part 1: Preliminaries
    — Supplies to carry to handle a flat tire
    — Fix the flat now or do it later?
  3. Part 2: Getting A Flat
    — Can I ride on a flat tire?
    — What’s causing my flat?
  4. Part 3: Removing Your Wheel
    — Quick releases, thru axles
    — How to safely remove a wheel that has a thru axle
    — How to safely remove a wheel that has a quick release
    — Inspecting the outside of the tire
  5. Part 4: Removing The Tire
    — Presta or Schrader valve
    — How to use tire levers to remove a tire safely
    — Inspecting the inner tube for the site of the leak
  6. Part 5: Spare Change
    — How to properly install an inner tube in a regular or tubeless tire
    — How to remount the tire safely
  7. Part 6: Inspect Your Repair
    — How to inspect your repaired wheel to make sure it’s safe after you’ve installed a new inner tube
  8. Part 7: Pump It Up
    — Methods of reinflating your tire: types of inflators
  9. Part 8: Reinstalling Your Wheel
    — How to safely reinstall a wheel that has a quick release
    — How to safely reinstall a wheel that has a thru axle
  10. Part 9: There’s No Place Like Home
    — Repairing your flat inner tube after you’re home
    — Is it worth saving the tube or better to toss it?
    — Types of patches
    — Patching butyl, latex, or TPU inner tubes
  11. Part 10: What About The Tire?
    — Inspecting the tire for damage and wear and when to replace
  12. Part 11: Rarities
    — Low probability causes of flats: rim failure, spoke damage, rim strips

Ride Recap: Cañada Saturday-Portola Loop

Upper Alpine Road (before the dirt)

Ed. Nancy sent in this recap of her and Cathy’s ride last Saturday.

“Our ride went well. We had a chilly start but the sun eventually poked through. We did a slight variation in the official RWGPS route. It was a silky smooth ride down Cañada Road through Woodside and up Alpine Road. On the way we stopped at a lovely park for bathrooms and water at the Portola Town Center. We climbed along Corte Madera Creek, which was still running. After reaching the top, we headed to Roberts Market in Portola Valley. It’s just as nice as the one in Woodside and has a few outdoor tables, which is nicer than sitting on the wall or sidewalk in Woodside. But note – there are no public bathrooms at this Robert’s either. The rest of the ride was more trafficky especially turning left onto Sand Hill and avoiding the freeway on- and off-ramps. This isn’t my favorite part of the route but I’m not sure if there’s an alternative to getting back to Whiskey Hill other than doing an out-and-back to the top of Alpine Hill. I’d consider that although it would cut about five miles off the route. However I’m open to suggestions. All in all a lovely ride. I will list it again if folks are interested.”

Interested in doing this ride? Let Nancy know and maybe she’ll lead it again! Here’s the route more or less that she and Cathy did: https://ridewithgps.com/routes/43746247

Redwood-Norris Did Not Disappoint

This is a loop that is definitely not in the canon of ancient Different Spokes rides. Redwood Road appears a few times in club rides but they are likely all of recent origin; I don’t recall any club rides going on Norris Canyon except the old Hekaton Century, which several of us Spokers did fairly regularly back in the day. Norris Canyon in particular is literally an outlier because it’s pretty out-of-the-way for a rural road that’s smackdab in the Bay Area. That you need to ride on Crow Canyon Road in order to get to it is probably one of the reasons we avoided it because Crow Canyon is a cut-through arterial for traffic from the San Ramon Valley—Danville, Dublin, San Ramon, etc.—to get over to I-580/238 without having to endure the terrible intersection with I-680. I recall making the mistake exactly twice of riding on Crow Canyon during the week. The road has sections with no shoulder, the traffic is hella fast (when it isn’t backed up), and drivers careen with abandon when they can. Weekends are less deadly but it’s so wide open that the speed limit is merely a recommendation to be ignored completely. But if you endure Crow Canyon you get to ride on Norris, which is very empty, in fact the epitome of a country road yet it’s surrounded by development.

The last time we did Redwood-Norris was in 2022, a club ride that everyone seemed to enjoy thoroughly. Then January 1, 2023 Redwood Road collapsed and remained closed until earlier this year. That put an end to Redwood-Norris for two years. Actually on that date Roger and I were going to do that ride. We came upon the road collapse and walked around it. But after tippytoeing across, we got to Norris and encountered a river of mud: the same storm had inundated Norris with a couple of feet of mud. To get home we had no choice but to chance Crow Canyon, which we barely got through. So it’s been three years since we’ve ridden on Norris.

Despite the diminution of rain this winter—about 15% less than normal—the hills here have managed to stay pretty green. Early May is often when the hills are noticeably brown. But this year not yet! So I was hoping Norris would still be verdant and it was.

No one signed up for our ride. That we posted it somewhat late might be part of the reason. Back in the day Spokers had to get their ride listings in early because they were available only through the printed ChainLetter—remember that club monthly newsletter we used to have?—but now we can announce rides as late as we want because Internet. I used to (mentally) chastise ride leaders who posted their rides late—what were they thinking? How could people make plans to join your ride if you don’t announce it well in advance? Now I’ve become one of ‘them’!

When I checked the ride registration in the morning and still no one had signed up, I thought, “Oh goodie, we don’t have to rush to meet anybody.” I closed registration so that no one would show up at the super, very late last-minute. So we ignored the official start time and had a leisurely Sunday morning before heading out.

Today was also the Grizzly Peak Century so I was expecting to see more riders since it uses Redwood Road as well. We saw the century markers on the pavement but actually didn’t see many riders perhaps because the southern loop of the GPC comes later in the ride.

It’s delightful to ride Redwood Road again. The whole thing is surrounded by open space so it feels very much like being in the country. Roads like Redwood and Norris Canyon are rarities in the Bay Area, Development continues to scoop up private land here in Contra Costa. In theory the way housing development is supposed to happen is by infilling in order to preserve open space. Although Redwood is buttressed by regional park land and EBMUD controlled land, Norris is not—it’s private ranches. How much longer will it last? You only have to look down below Norris to see what’s in store: the remnant ranch land adjacent to I-680—and there isn’t much now—consists of just one large parcel. Next to it is a large housing development that just went up leaving that ranch an island in a sea of ugly multi-million dollar boxes. Along Bollinger Canyon the city of San Ramon has allowed another gigantic housing development to take over ranch land there. That’s the first inroad into Bollinger Canyon, which is another pleasant, dead-end country road. Well, enjoy it while you can. It will all be gone in less than a generation.

Today Redwood was strangely quiet despite the Grizzly Peak Century. There was a paucity of cars, motorcycles, and cyclists for a beautiful, sunny Sunday. Roger and I were chilling up the climb, just enjoying it. At the top we dropped down past the now repaired road collapse and stopped at the Redwood Canyon Golf Course, the traditional pit stop. On weekends it’s quite busy as duffers work to improve their game and their tan. The place has toilets, water, a diner, and a welcoming attitude for cyclists. Perfect. I noticed mountain bikers heading out behind the building towards Brandon Trail. That was closed last winter too due to storm damage but is now open.

This was our first venture past the golf course since Redwood was shut down. You have to wend through Castro Valley to get to Crow Canyon and then the fun begins: dancing with cars!

Crow Canyon is a gentle ascent. That’s probably why it’s a popular road as it was probably the lowest pass over the hills long ago. It parallels Crow Creek, which was probably quite beautiful ages ago but now has more the appearance of a big roadside gutter. The turn to Norris Canyon is just a couple of miles up Crow Canyon. Upon turning we were surprised: Norris had been completely repaved with new centerline, shoulder markings, and Botts dots. Marvelous! To my recollection this is the first repaving of Norris in my 40-some years of riding it. Norris climbs gently at first and it’s well shaded making it a respite during hot summer days. It’s just about two miles to the top and the gradient gradually gets uglier and uglier, hitting 10+%. Nearing the top you begin to see the ranches that were hidden behind the roadside trees. The hills were still quite green despite the lack of any recent rain; our cool spring seems to have preserved the grasses. Horses and cows ambled on both sides.

At the top you cross into Contra Costa county and the new pavement ended. Instead we’re greeted by “One lane ahead” signs. In seconds we see why: half the road has collapsed and is now controlled by a one-way stoplight. Completing the descent we’re in San Ramon and hyper-suburbanity. We take Danville Blvd. to Danville for a lunch stop. We usually stop at Sultan’s Kebab because it’s veg/vegan friendly and has a great falafel plate. But for a change we go to Domenico’s. Domenico’s used to be a great sandwich place. The food is still very good but the service is slow even on a Sunday. It has a large group in the deli making lunches but it’s for the massive number of online orders they get. Just two are working the long line snaking out the door. Obviously they want you to use online ordering and if you are a walk-in, you are simply inconveniencing them and you should GTFO. Next time it’s back to Sultan’s Kebab (or to Los Panchos for some extra delicious Mex gut bombs).

Over lunch I check email. There’s an urgent email earlier this morning from Brian saying he wants to join the ride and he’s on the way! Oops. Turns out Brian did come over and do the ride on his own. I’m sure he was going a lot faster than we, probably trying to catch us. Except that we were behind him, not ahead of him! Next time I’ll show Brian Brandon Trail as penitence.

After lunch it’s a gentle amble north to Walnut Creek and then to Lafayette and Orinda. Oh, and why did it seem so enjoyable to ride today? Because apparently we had a northerly tailwind all day and only when we turned north did we realize that.

Awesome day: hard but not stupid hard climbs, little traffic, green hills, good lunch. It was totally chill. You should be so lucky!

I’m Fixing A Hole (Pt. 11: Rarities)

I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in
And stops my mind from wandering
Where it will go
—Lennon/McCartney

This is the final installment on fixing a flat tire. Lastly I’m covering some really low probability problems that can cause flats. In the future I suspect I’ll be revisiting the general topic because cycling technology is continuing to evolve in dealing with flat tires. Some new tech worth investigating include battery powered portable pumps, TPU inner tube sealant (yes!), and wireless tire pressure sensors. There is also some very old tech worth revisiting: tire savers.

The tire is part of the wheel and aspects of the wheel affect the longevity and behavior of your tires and tubes. That includes exacerbating the chance that you will get a flat tire.

The vast majority of bicycle wheels have rims made of metal, either aluminum or steel. Carbon rims are relatively new and being so expensive are a lot less common. How does this affect flats? Wheel—specifically, rim—failures are extremely uncommon but they do happen. If you’ve ever cracked or dented a rim by dropping your wheel into a big pothole, you know what I mean. I personally don’t have any wheels with carbon rims nor have I used any (yet). So I can’t speak about them from personal experience. However it doesn’t take much online research to pull up instances of carbon rims failing after hitting something hard like a rock or pothole. Carbon rims can fail catastrophically and unlike a metal rim they are not going to ‘bend’—they are going to crack or shatter. Obviously this doesn’t bode well for avoiding a flat tire as the rim is the physical structure that contains the tire, the tube, and all that air. A container failure means you are at least going to get a flat and probably a lot worse too such as a crash.

Metal rims fail too. However their mode of failure tends to be bending or denting rather than cracking or shattering. So there is less chance of the ‘container’ exploding apart. It is possible to dent a rim such as by hitting a curb and if the dent sufficiently large enough, it may no longer be able to withstand the pressure inside the tire and you’ll get a flat tire. Odds are such a significant impact is going to result in a snake bite puncture anyway.

A ‘tacoed’ wheel

Another mode of rim failure is ‘tacoing’ your wheel. Tacoing your wheel is when it collapses to one side so that the rim has a taco shape. I have tacoed a rear wheel but it was a mountain bike wheel. I didn’t incur a flat perhaps partly because it had much less air pressure than a road tire. In my case the wavy taco shape apparently was smooth enough not to cause the tire bead to unseat. If you get a flat from tacoing your wheel, you still have to deal with straightening your wheel so you can ride it home. (This is possible but it takes some technique, applying side pressure to the right spots on the rim to snap it back into alignment.)

Spoke puncture

Another way a wheel can cause a flat is if the end of the spoke inside the rim punctures the inner tube. This seems to be much less common a problem nowadays. My suspicion is that automated wheel building has become more sophisticated and precise so that the proper spoke tension is applied. Spokes generally are cut to more or less the correct length so that they don’t protude or protrude very little above the nipple inside the rim. If the spoke is too long, then it may protrude enough that it can punch through the rim strip and puncture the inner tube. There is no guarantee that cheap wheels have properly sized spokes or that they were built correctly. Wheels may have insufficient spoke tension or the spokes become detensioned through use. Also rear wheels are dished in order to center the wheel in the dropouts and make space for the cassette on the right side and the spokes on the drive side (=cassette side) either have to be shorter or under greater tension to accomplish that. Some wheels may use the same length spoke on both sides. That requires the right side spokes to have more tension more to pull the rim to the right and this will draw more spoke into the nipple potentially allowing the spoke end to protrude above the nipple. If you need to have your spokes adjusted because of a broken spoke or a rim wobble/hop, you will want to make sure that the spoke ends do not protrude too much above the nipple. Keep in mind that this depends on the rim design as well: an aero rim has a deeper rim cavity and even a lot of spoke protruding above the nipple isn’t going to cause a puncture. However a box section rim might may not have much height between the top of the nipple and the rim floor and a protruding spoke end might cause a problem. Riding a wheel with insufficient spoke tension often causes the wheel to wobble and warp. If you don’t catch this early, the metal rim can take a set so that when you try to bring the wheel into round you have to apply even more tension to some spokes and lower tension to others. This can draw too much spoke into the nipple. One more caveat: if your wheels have single wall rims—not very common anymore—rather than the typical double-wall, you definitely do not want ANY of the spoke protruding above the nipple!

Of course if you have wheels that don’t have spoke holes, this is not going to be a problem.

Any damage to a rim that causes it to go out of round, i.e. it wobbles from side to side or hops slightly up and down, is going to result in uneven spoke tension when you attempt to repair it and bring it into round because some spokes are going to have to tensioned higher to pull that part of the rim into round and other spokes have to be looser. So the spokes with higher tension are going to be pulled into the spoke nipple further and may protrude above the spoke hole and puncture a tube. If you have such a flat and pay attention, you’ll notice that the inner tube has a hole on the underside rather than the tread side. That’s the clue to look for a spoke that’s too high or a partially exposed spoke hole.

The solution is to replace it/them with a shorter spoke(s) and that’s a repair that you should leave for a professional, as sizing a spoke let alone even having a variety of spoke lengths is not for the amateur. However if you do go this route you should know that your wheel is compromised nonetheless because the spoke tension is still going to be uneven. If in order to have a round wheel you have some spokes that are very loose, you are simply delaying having to replace the rim because those spokes are not doing much to support the rim and the other spokes under higher tension are more stressed and thus more likely to fail. You are better off replacing the rim and having the wheel rebuilt even though it’s more costly than replacing a few spokes.

Incurring a broken spoke and not repairing it quickly can also cause uneven spoke tension. Riding an unround wheel seems to ‘set’ the rim into that shape, i.e. the rim is now bent. This results in needing more/less spoke tension in order to make the rim round. If you incur a flat from a spoke that was tightened so much that it protruded above the nipple and into the tube, you are probably better off getting a new rim rather than you or your mechanic trying to ‘make it work’ because that rim is now compromising your spokes.

Rim tape not fully covering spoke hole = flat tire

Rim strips are another potential cause of flats. Rims that have spoke holes must have something to cover those holes otherwise the air pressure inside the inner tube will force it through the spoke holes and cause a flat. Rim strips come in different widths in order to fit the inner diameter of the rim. Wheels intended for 23 or 25 mm tires generally have a narrower internal width than newer rims intended for gravel or dirt. These rims take a narrower rim strip. If your rim strip is too narrow it won’t cover the spoke holes completely. Even if the rim strip just barely covers the edge of the spoke holes you will want something slightly wider because rim strips move around despite the adhesive backing (if any). The air pressure at the spoke holes can cause the rim strip to move; removing tires and using tire levers can cause the rim strip to move as well. Plastic rim strips age and can crack or break; cloth rim strips also age and can stretch. The sharp edge of a spoke hole can cut an inner tube. If you’ve gotten a flat and notice that the puncture is on the underside of the inner tube, it’s likely a spoke hole that caused it and you will want to inspect your rim strip and either move it or replace it or else you’ll just get another flat.

Although you want a rim strip that is wide enough to cover the spoke holes completely, you don’t want a rim strip that is too wide because this can make it difficult to mount and remove a tire or prevent the tire bead from seating against the rim correctly.

If you are running tubeless tires and your rims have spoke holes, then they are covered with tubeless rim tape. Although you don’t have inner tubes, this tape also functions to keep the air in the rim cavity. So if the tape moves and exposes a spoke hole, air is going to go into the rim cavity and you’ll get a flat. Sealant in your tubeless tire will also flow into the rim cavity. This potentially is a problem if your sealant contains ammonia and you have aluminum rims or spoke nipples because ammonia reacts with aluminum and weakens the metal.