Thursday, August 27, 2015

Cayucos and Cambria

Sunday, August 23rd

Yesterday, The Boyfriend and I left Arroyo Grande after finishing the Central Coast Classique ride to go to Cambria, our next destination and the last leg of our weekend getaway.  Yay, no need to get up at the crack of dawn for Sunday's bike ride.  However:

The BF:  Time to do some climbing on Dry Creek and Santa Rosa Creek roads!
Me:  Why, why must you torture me?  Why can't we just ...
The BF:  Do not even think of trying to seduce me into staying in bed all day.
Me:  I was going to say, "Why can't we just go antiquing."
The BF:  Right, like this is something you do.  Ha ha, you make me laugh.

Last time we were here, around the time of the Amgen TOC, the weather was off, rather chilly and raining.  This time, we had super weather.  We decided to nix the fun descent of Hwy 46, well, I should say, The BF decided to make our ride harder by doing Santa Rosa Creek (in reverse, and thus, truthfully not as difficult) instead.  Above, entering Cayucos, a lovely small beach town and home to the Brown Butter Cookie Company as I learned from a billboard sign on Hwy. 1.  Not that The BF allowed me the opportunity to indulge.  We did fortify ourselves with a delicious bacon quiche at the local coffee shop, thus, preparing ourselves for the two climbs.  We're pretty sure we saw some pros cycling along Hwy 1 but not sure which team.

Me, wearing my Central Coast Classique jersey on Dry Creek somewhere.  This is an 8 mile or so climb that has a few nasty bits.  It is also exposed and not recommended in extreme heat.  Motorcyclists sped past and gave me the high five.  Yay.  Take that Mister Boyfriend.  No doubt they would have given me a brown butter cookie ....

The BF on a section of Santa Rosa Creek. 

Me on a section of Santa Rosa Creek.  I did poop out on one climb.  Omg, the flies were swarming and I sweated profusely but I won't share that "glam shot."  We managed to do 44 miles in about 4 hours and 20 minutes (my time).  In the evening, we went to a pub in Cambria and ate a fine meal of calamari and steak for my stud.  Alas, our trip came to an end.  On Monday, as we entered Gilroy around 11am,  we encountered traffic, thus leaving behind the idyllic Central Coast, and reminding me of how congested our area has become.  Oh well.  That's what vacations are for, right, to get away, and that we did.





Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Central Coast Classique

Saturday, August 22nd

In a blissful state, in a bed at the Arroyo Grande Best Western, dreaming no doubt of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and other delectable goodies of the male persuasion, I was rudely awakened at 5:30am with:

The Boyfriend:  Time to wake up!
Me:  Why.  Why must you torture me I said in my best Greta Garbo voice.
The BF:  Don't even think of trying to seduce me to remain in bed.
Me:  Don't worry about that happening Mister.  You're on my shit list.
The BF:  You're such a lovely morning person, a delight to be with.
Me:  Don't think I don't hear your sarcasm, Mister.

Alas, I rolled out of bed remembering that this Best Western had good coffee in its lobby.  In the wee early hours of the morn, still dark, we noticed other cars in the parking lot with bike racks and said hello to cyclists who were here to do the Central Coast Classique, a bike ride, new for us, that tours through San Luis Obispo County along the coast, through vineyards, horse farms, and Lopez Lake. 

We registered Friday evening and I bought the jersey.  This event raises money for law enforcement and other charities.  It is also quite small, perhaps 250 or so riders with courses that proved pleasant and scenic but not hilly or challenging (except for one short steep climb).  That was a nice change.


This was probably the sweetest send off I've encountered on a bike tour -- singing the National Anthem along with the four guards.  Justin McCarthy shot a video of the start.  I'm in a green jacket.  And we're off.

It was a fast start, at least for me, cycling at a speed of 15-18 mph until the first rest stop in Avila Beach.  It was neat to bike on a road parallel to 101 and to go through Pismo Beach as well.  If you've ever driven on 101, you'll know that you drive along a stretch of nothingness and then poof, Pismo and Avila Beaches surprise you with their beauty.  It took a long time for the sun to appear.  The BF and I stayed together for the ride, enjoying the scenery and taking in a new ride. 

Eventually we came upon Lopez Lake.  We also passed vineyard in Edna Valley, as well as the Varian Arabians on Corbett Canyon Road, a series of gentle rolling hills.  Omg, those horses were hung and that's all I'm going to say....

Lookey, it's The BF.  By this time, I had forgiven him for waking me at 5:30am in the morning ...

We opted to do the 100K not the 100 mile because both of us had been a bit under the weather.  When we returned to the start, an announcer said, "Here comes Christine who just completed the 100 miler."  I was so embarrassed.  We ate a delicious post ride meal and met a couple who moved from Chico to Paso Robles.  This tour was a lovely gentle ride, the volunteers were swell and highly recommended.  I'm glad we did it.  Time to move on to our next destination -- Cambria -- another adventure to share. 

Just the Stats:

66 miles
5 hr. 10 min
34 mph on a descent
12.8 avg mph

Monday, August 24, 2015

Road Trip with The Boyfriend, finally


Friday, August 21st

This blog post is a prologue to a wonderful weekend.  Getting together with The Boyfriend the last several months has proved to be problematic.  So many things  have prevented us from finding time to be together.  He was meant to come with Miss P and I to Mt. Shasta but a health issue curtailed his participation. Above, a photo of the best coffee in Cambria, the Cambria Coffee Roasting Company.  Already, I jump ahead because we're not in Cambria yet.

So, finally, a long weekend in which we would do something new, the Central Coast Classique in Arroyo Grande and a stop over in Cambria for a favorite ride.  Here we are in Morro Bay area having a coffee with a sunflower.  Again, the sequence of events is out of order and as I care to unfold the story.


And here we are in Cayucos having a coffee, again, out of sequence as for how time transpired.

Returning to the beginning, we left the Bay Area to travel to Arroyo Grande, near Pismo Beach, staying at the Best Western.  No, that's not the Best Western, but, the Santa Manuela Schoolhouse.  I wish I had taken photos of the interior, unbelievable, a schoolhouse from 1901 era.  We're here in Arroyo Grande, a lovely city with an adorable downtown.  I didn't have my camera to take a photo of the swinging bridge we crossed with the roosters walking in the parking lot.  Tomorrow, we do the Central Coast Classique. I can't wait.