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Randonneur Ride Report: 2015 SFR Flèche

Well, I seem to have a spotty track record with randonneuring team events; as of today it’s now 2 (success) for 3 (fail). Yesterday, I DNF’ed in Geyerserville as I started to come down with some sort of plague during the ride. I took it control by control, but after tons of headwind and increasingly chilly air — I felt more run down and congested with each mile. I managed to finish 131 miles before bagging it in Healdsburg, where TBO picked me up.
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Randonneur Ride Report: 2015 SFR Populaire

The annual winter Populaire is one of my favorite events organized by the San Francisco Randonneurs: there’s always a big turnout with familiar and fresh new faces; it’s a scenic ride through Marin to Pt. Reyes Station (with an opportunity to stop at the Bovine Bakery for delicious treats); then you loop back along Nicasio Reservoir and end at Crissy Field for a gourmet picnic. And this year — since I didn’t ride a Populaire in 2014 — completing this event put me one step closer to obtaining a RUSA Cup. (All that’s left to do is to successfully finish the upcoming Sunshine 1200k in Florida…Then I can also guzzle beer out of it at the cool kids’ table!)
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Randonneur Ride Report: Del Puerto Canyon 200k

Finally got a chance to officially ride the Del Puerto Canyon 200k this year (last year TBO and I missed it and rode it as a permanent instead.) I was happy to roll with Ann and Denise at their pace so I could socialize, take photos and just take it easy after being lazy for most of this month after Taste of Carolina.
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Randonneur Ride Report: Run to Rivendell

I didn’t take a lot of photos on today’s permanent, a 68-mile ride that stops at Rivendell Bicycle Works in Walnut Creek, because it was tooooooooo damn hot. (It was 95 degrees when we rolled up to the bike shop just before 1PM. I seem to possess a knack for choosing the most sweltering day of the week to do rides.) When the thermometer goes above 85 degrees, I turn into a cranky, whiny, sweaty, salt-encrusted mess. So I was just happy to be slowly turning the pedals, much less documenting our journey, but I still was able to enjoy this fun route.
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