Over Easy

Me:  A professor required my services.
The BF:  Dare I ask.
Me:  He said to call him Buff.
The BF:  And you, Barbie?
Me:  I gave him great customer service.
The BF:  At the university library, a place of higher learning!
Me:  Oh, he certainly learned a thing or two from me, Mister.
The BF:  It's time I taught you a thing or two, Missy.
Me:  Oh oh.

The Boyfriend was waiting for me at Peet's on Clayton before climbing Morgan Territory.  I was a bit late.






The BF:  Ah, there you are.
Me:  Yes, I lost some time on account of the fact that I stopped to help a fella.
The BF:  Dare I ask.
Me:  Well, if you insist. He ran out of gas.
The BF:  Exactly how did you intend to assist him, being on your bicycle?
Me:  Let's just say I pumped him up nicely before his dad showed up with a gas can.
The BF:  Will you focus on the bike ride today!

Today, we did another Donny ride that included climbing Mt. Diablo North Gate (it was frosty at the top; I skipped the last 1/4 mile) and then we zipped over to do Morgan Territory from Clayton.  Climbing from that side was a lot easier than when Miss A. and I did it from Manning last October for one of the Low Key Hillclimbs.  Got over the climb and went easily and fast on the descent, taking in gorgeous views and lots of green.  I forgot to set my clock but I did about 64 miles with 6229 ft of climbing.  The Boyfriend was kind in staying with me for a fair amount of the ride and for putting up with me.

Cruising to Capitola

Today, The BF and I joined a Donny ride to Capitola, starting from Lexington Dam by the boat launch.  The route included Old Santa Cruz Highway, Mt. Bache, San Jose-Soquel (one of my favorite descents), into Capitola and then onwards to climb Mtn. Charlie before returning back.  We stopped at a park on San Jose Soquel, and a little girl came up to me and told me I was pretty.  Get out of town!  How sweet.

Lookey, there he is, The BF in downtown Capitola.  We shared a salami cheese baguette at Gayle's Bakery (great food but much too crowded and overwhelming).  I'd share our conversations but let's just say the dialogue was a bit naughty even by my standards, or at least for this blog entry.

I spoke with my very first Surfer Dude.  Of course he was dreamy.  And quite pleasant.  And, wait a minute, The BF says, what about me!  Well Birthday Boy, I find you quite steamy and delicious.  Moving right along ... what an outing.  I was doing okay (and of course The BF was blasting away) until I hit Mtn. Charlie towards the end.   Pooped me out big time.  Lost a lot of time on that climb.  Plus I got a wee bit lost.  Great gang as usual, pretty scenery and a swell time for all.

Just the Stats:

65.89 miles
31.5 mph descending
10.3 avg mph
6 hrs. 21 min.

Adjusting to the Change

Had a tune up done during the week.  What a difference!  The gears changed nicely.  The tension was just perfect.  Kind of reminded me of ... wait, wait for it ...  like when you think the sex was good only to discover that it could be so much better and you were missing out on a lot, an incredibly delicious experience.  Which reminds me, how many times have I heard, "I didn't know it could be like that."  Yeah, what can I say.  Oh oh, I'm in trouble.

Chocolate is like that, as women know, an experience like no other.   But, I've gotten off track, I can hear The Boyfriend sighing.  Miss P. led today's club ride from Los Gatos to Hwy 9, up Pierce and Mt. Eden (ouch) and onwards to Stevens Canyon and up Montebello. 

Me atop Montebello, taken by The BF.  He had to take off, pressing engagements.  Not 5 minutes after he left, as I sat on the sidewalk, somewhere on Stevens Canyon, waiting for the gang, one male cyclist after another, came up to me to check that I was alrighty.  Hmm, let me think about that ....  after our 34 mile ride, we stopped at the Prolific Oven.  Dr. G was ever so gracious in letting me eat the chocolate morsels from his slice of cake.  I'd say I had my fill of satisfaction today -- a ride with good friends, a dose of chocolate, and a sweet moment with The BF.

Sealed with a Kiss

Dogs have owners.
Cats have staff.
Me, well, I have men (firemen, boy toys, you name it).

We were blessed with warm weather for a club ride up Mt. Ham.  The braver, stronger, more ambitious souls did the backside of Mt. Ham and also Kincaid.  Lordy.  It's enough to get to the top, especially with the chipseal in sections; thus, my snarky title post.  Ahmed's cable broke on Kincaid, thus, reminding me that it's time for a tune up and tomorrow I go to Mike's Bikes. 

And yes, the firemen waved to me.  Regrettably, something happened but we don't know what.  Miss P suggested that I consider a safer descending technique for which she is absolutely correct and I shall.  I was dancing away to K.C. and the Sunshine Band when I met this boy toy ... I made him smile. And laugh. 

Took 3 hrs. to get to the Observatory.  I blame it on the chipseal and the boy toy.  But in the end, we had a lovely time.