June 12, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in June 2007.

Costa Rica Trailer

June 12, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in June 2007.

  • 945 photos taken.

  • 945 photos to sort through.
  • 500 Colones = 1 US Dollar (more or less).
  • 14 hours flying.
  • 7 days in Costa Rica.
  • $26 to leave (honest! tax!)
  • Zero internet.
  • 562 unread emails.
  • Not including spam.
  • 20 photos taken underwater.
  • 1 lost iPod (boo).
  • Tired. Pista happy to see me.
  • Met Tina’s extended family (and friends).
  • Saw a slideshow dating back 40 years.
  • Good times.


June 4, 2007

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June 2, 2007

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June 2, 2007

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Creepy Stalker Awesomeness

May 30, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in May 2007.

The Google knows.

Best Weekend, evar

May 29, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in May 2007.

up ye old crack
the reach
richard repose

On Friday night, Tina and I went to go see the new Pirates of Caribbean movie.

Saturday, woke up at 6 am to go climbing at Castle Rock with Chris and a crew of people from the Bay Area Outdoor Adventure Club. Dinner & drinks at Suppenkuche, then fell dead asleep. Sue hooked me up with a sweet T-shirt, too.

On Sunday, Tina and I went to Kara’s Cupcakes in the Marina, then to Marin to go hunting for bicycles, jerseys and planters. Went to the Ducati dealership too. Dealt with a parking douchebag in Mill Valley and took Pista to the dogrun. Watched a documentary on Fred Phelps, and slept well (again).

douchebag in marin
marching band

On Monday, woke up ad took Pista to the dogpark. Rode my fixie to Mill Valley for the Memorial Day parade & pancake breakfast. Went to a barbecue at Chris’ house, drank divine wasabi bloody marys, and ate awesome cookies and burgers. Then went sofa shopping with the crew and returned home for some dinner & watched the Lost season finale.

Bookmark this Now

May 25, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in May 2007.

Because you too can has cheeseburger.

Fixie Mania

May 24, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in May 2007.

Stolen from Beau. Thanks Beau!

600 Miles, Part 2

May 24, 2007

Originally posted to ydnar.vox.com in May 2007.

(continued from my previous post)

Confusion reigned at Rest Stop 1. We heard varying reports of a fire, running the course backwards, and other rumors. After the misstep after leaving the rest stop we took off into the road we’d spend most of the day on: Route 16.

Route 16 is a mix of good and bad. Parts of it are terrifyingly narrow, with traffic zooming buy on the way to the casino, and parts are wonderful pavement alongside a creek with whitewater rapids. The owners of the casino must’ve been fallling all over themselves to name it Cache Creek.

Around mile 60 the climbing began in earnest, and wouldn’t stop until we were back in the same place. At rest stop 3 or so we found out half the course had been closed and we’d be doing the back half twice. This turned what should have been a mildly difficult ride into a real climbing-intensive event. All the hard climbs (including the high point on Cobb Mountain) were in the back 100 miles.

By mile 80 at the lunch stop, we were tired. We’d already done some serious climbs in the heat. We asked various riders whether they were heading out or coming back, and those who were heading back told us of the treat that lay ahead: a climb with a 1-mile section with a very steep (10% or so) grade. Groan.

Heading up that hill was both extra hard and rewarding because we were being passed by riders zipping down the hill after having already completed it. Every one was smiling. By the time we descended the hill an hour later, we were smiling too. We saw the pain on the faces of the riders behind us struggling up that hill.

At mile 99.7 we hit the halfway point rest stop, just below the crest of Cobb Mountain. We did circles in the parking lot until we hit 100 miles and sat down for a well-needed break.

I looked at the route sheet’s elevation map and determined we had only 4 hard climbs ahead of us in the next 100 miles. That was true, to an extent. There was plenty of headwind, traffic, bugs, darkness and bad pavement between us and Davis.

By mile 140, we were coming down out of the hills again and back into the Cache Creek area. The sun was lower in the sky, and the temp was a reasonable mid-sixties. We’d eaten tons of food, consumed gallons of water, and done stupid amounts of leg stretching while riding.

By mile 175 we reached the first rest stop again. We were toasted. Tina swapped out her tinted lenses for clear lenses, and I geared up to be eating bugs. I have no clear riding glasses.

The last 20 miles or so were in twilight and darkness, eating gnats and alternating passing and being passed by a woman in her late forties who looked like she’d done a few of these before. Her technique was good, she was a strong rider.

By the end, I was ready to just lie down on the pavement and go to sleep. We ate a few scraps of food at the post-ride dinner and had our photo taken by a friendly rider. By the time we made it back to the hotel (by way of the grocery store), we were dead. I slept like a brick.

The Davis Double was the most enjoyable ride I’ve done this year. The Davis Bike Club and their volunteers made the experience completely worth it. One of my favorite moments was at the second to last rest stop when a kid, maybe 8 or 9 offered to valet park my bike and fill my water bottles!