Consider a man riding a bicycle. Whoever he is, we can say three things about him. We know he got on the bicycle and started to move. We know that at some point he will stop and get off. Most important of all, we know that if at any point between the beginning and the end of his journey he stops moving and does not get off the bicycle he will fall off it. That is a metaphor for the journey through life of any living thing, and I think of any society of living things. --- William Golding
HI FOLKS (Paul Shragg, yet again, filling in for Marty Weiss),
LAST WEEK: Well, last week the forces of nature (rain) and man (Solana Beach Triathlon) combined to make the Recycler’s Sunday morning get together and ride quite an experience. After a good amount of discussion and confusion, the ride actually took place (with apologies to Bob Calhoun…Bob left after we, “called the ride off”…prematurely, it turns out.). So here’s what went down. Saturday morning, Walt Zybko called me to let me know that the Solana Beach Triathlon was being held Sunday morning and that parking at the train station, among other things (like the PCH being closed), was going to be an issue. I relayed this news to you all, Saturday, vis a vis email (as I can’t post to the web site yet), so that you folks wouldn’t be discouraged by the zoo of people and cars upon arrival in Solana Beach Sunday morning. Because of the late notice, however, I felt it best that we stick with the original plan and at least meet at the train station. In any case, the Triathlon, coupled with the fact that it was raining kept attendance down…way down. I showed up at 7:15 (in my van…normally, I would ride my bike from my house in Cardiff) to scout the place out. No parking at the train station, and a very wet track. At 7:30, Greta called to tell me that she was coming, primarily so that I wouldn’t feel bad about no one showing up for the ride, after all, it was my first call, and she thought my ego couldn’t handle that (probably correctly so). Thanks Greta, you’re a true friend. Walt Zybko showed, I believe for much the same reason. All of us in cars, and all of us pretty much convinced we weren’t going to ride. We reconsidered our position briefly, however, when the epitome of the true biking enthusiast, Bob Calhoun, rode up on his bike (from Encinitas). Bob was treating the day like any other day in paradise, as evidenced by his asking, “Where is everyone?” I, on the other hand, couldn’t believe that any one would show given the conditions. In any case, we all coerced Bob, who was quite wet, into acquiescing to our non committal (or worse) attitude, so Bob decided to ride back solo to his car in Encinitas. After bob left, Dennis Webb showed up, just because he’s the biking animal he is. I believe his initial question was something like, “are we going to call it off, or are we crazy?” At that point, Walt, Greta, and I said we we’re going to call it off. I’m not sure if Dennis was relieved, perplexed, or maybe even a bit disappointed? At any rate, Walt and I leave, and as I turn onto Lomas Santa Fe Dr., to head home to a warm bed (or something like that), I decided to turn back around and head back to the train station. I could see that Dennis and Greta were still talking. As I drove up, I shouted, “let’s frickin do it.” Just then, to add fuel to the fire, Brian Thornburg showed up very eager to ride. Brian, in fact, was all the final push we needed. Great call, Brian. We (Brian, Greta, Dennis, and I…the four die hards…Bob, you’re the number 1 die hard) decided to caravan it to Manchester Ave (a mile north of Lomas Santa Fe Dr.), where we parked above the infamous surf spot, Cardiff Reef, dawned our biking gear and set off to the Oceanside Harbor, vis a vis the PCH, Neptune, and the ocean front streets in Oceanside. As it turns out, the ride was delightful. The weather dried up quickly and quite nicely. The cloud cover actually made the day very pleasant. We stopped, of course, for coffee and muffins at “The Bean” in O’side and then rode back the way we came, with the exception that we took Vulcan St., instead of the PCH, from LaCosta Ave south (32 miles in all). Greta and I took an additional 11 mile run (last week’s “additional ride”, amended a bit). That, too, was very enjoyable.
I apologize to you, Bob, in particular, for calling the ride off prematurely. Maybe the next time we run into some poor weather we’ll remember this last Sunday, and find ourselves a coffee shop to give the weather time to pass
OTHER NEWS: A reminder. The Recyclers’ weekly Bulletin will now be posted on our web site, http://www.sdrecyclers.org/ . We will, at least for a while, continue to send it out vis a vis email. I apologize if you received the bulletin more than once last week, as I had the cycle list as an email recipient in my address book, along with you all. I’m going to remove that now. That means that the Bulletin will only be sent to you folks (The Recyclers) whose email addresses we have, and won’t be forwarded by the cycle list, itself, to the rest of the cycle list recipients.
DE RIDE: We’re going to try it (Solana to Oceanside) again, if that’s OK with you all. I’m not familiar enough with other routes to lead, and it seems that being near the coast is a good idea during these warm days. So, it’s the Solana Beach to Oceanside run scheduled for next Sunday, August 6th. Let’s meet at the Solana Beach Amtrak station at 8:00 for an 8:15 departure. Remember, we decided to park at the northeast end of the parking lot but not actually in the parking lot. We'll head north mostly along Pacific Coast Hwy and Neptune St and take a break at the Oceanside Marina, shoot the breeze, refuel, and then return along PCH and Vulcan St.
DE ADDITIONAL RIDE: The same as last week, but I think we’ll stick to the 15 mile version, rather than 11 mile Greta and Paul route (I’m going to scout it out more fully this week), so I’ll furnish the exact route on Sunday. But, it’s essentially the route that was posted in the Tribune, heading east from the PCH, up Chesterfield to San Elijo Ave, past some beautiful wetlands, onto Manchester Ave., into Rancho Santa Fe and back over to Lomas Santa Fe Dr. Again, I’ll provide the specific directions on Sunday. The entire group will return in mass to Chesterfield Ave., where, those of us who want to ride the additional miles will head east, and those of us who don’t will ride the final ½ mile south back to the train station (REMEMBER…NO ONE GETS LEFT BEHIND).
FINAL TID BITS: Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention that I called Dave Nunez Sunday morning also, since he’s been such a staple on all of our rides. I figured if he wasn’t going to make it, no one would (I was wrong). In any case, I thought I was calling his cell phone, but no, it was the house phone. I must say that I don’t know Dave that well, but he really does sound different when he’s asleep. “It’s wet out there, Paul.” Oops! Dave, apologize to your wife for me, when she starts talking to you again. Hey folks, I’m really looking forward to seeing you all next week.
Please, you all should feel free to suggest a ride for the following Sunday (Aug 13th), as long as you know the route and would like to lead. We’re all sort of filling in for Marty this month.
Thanks for listening, and if you have any questions, comments or suggestions, be sure to phone me at 760.420.6471.
Until then, be safe, keep riding, and don’t forget to head ‘em up, and move‘em out (OK Greata?).
I hope to see you all Sunday at 8:00 for our 8:15 departure.
Kindest Regards All,