Sidelined by an IT band injury during 3CR last week, I’ve had a lot of time to think about randonneuring these past few days — and what it means to me. When I decided to give it a try last year, I was attracted to my romantic notions of this sport: adventuring on the open road with like-minded comrades enthralled with exploration, thus pedaling for miles astride a beautiful steel bike with its bespoke accoutrements. Flipping through the pages of Bicycle Quarterly, I was lured in by photographs and articles that helped conjure up an idyllic past that could be lived vicariously in the present-day; for me, randonneuring could teleport me back to the era of wool jerseys and weathered leather saddles. Read More
TBO & I headed up to Hill 88 today — one of the most scenic spots in Marin — for the annual tradition of gathering with our cycling peeps on the first day of the year!
What’s the best way to cure a hangover? Go for a recovery ride in wine country! The Bearded One and I went to a super fun wedding in Santa Cruz yesterday (two dear cyclist friends of ours got hitched) and we indulged in margaritas, sangria, tequila and champagne until we were quite giddy.
But we managed to drag ourselves out of bed first thing in the morning and headed to Yountville for a mellow 50-mile cruise in the sunshine with Alfie, Beau, Denise, Jason, Lisa and Michael. Highlights included breakfast at Bouchon Bakery, lunch at Model Bakery, wine tasting at Regusci Winery and dinner at Gott’s Roadside. We live to ride, ride to eat!