Thursday, August 27, 2015
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.
Mister Boyfriend. No doubt they would have given me a brown butter cookie ....
The BF on a section of Santa Rosa Creek.
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
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.
video of the start. I'm in a green jacket. And we're off.
The BF and I stayed together for the ride, enjoying the scenery and taking in a new ride.
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....
The BF. By this time, I had forgiven him for waking me at 5:30am in the morning ...
Just the Stats:
5 hr. 10 min
34 mph on a descent
12.8 avg mph
Monday, August 24, 2015
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.
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.
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.