My Mt Hamilton Experience: Marco's ride/with Pete&Ramon's 4 mountain challenge
Tim & I took off from SF on the Caltrains at 8am. Little did we know we were boarding the slow train to China? We got on our bikes in S.J. bound for some Starbucks pick-me-ups. Tim was a little fast out of the gate and I think 4 mountain challenge plus no breakfast caught up to me and I started to feel like I was going to pass out.
Coffee did help but I didn’t get a chance to eat my coffee cake until the first regroup. It was really neat to see so many BF’s and guests at the start! The name thing is really hard to figure out at my age. Avatars, names, Bikes. Too much identity symbols. Maybe name tags would help : )
I had to finish my coffee so I started after the main group. I was a little sad at first, but I paired up with Alain, and we caught up on our life stories. Soon Ty and Kary were in the mix followed by Red Conti. We caught up with the regroup and refilled the water and we were off. Bridge regroup, then the race was on! I kept up with Adam, Tim and Ramone…Until a red head in pink with striking legs caught me off guard!
Marie Claire, school teacher FRENCH! Sexy…Another American is challenged in the mountains by the French…It was all I could do to drop her like excess baggage. I fought and I climbed but she kept drawing me back like an Evil temptress playing on my male weakness’s : (… I was finally able to break away from the shameless tart only to collide with yet another “Siren of the Highway”. Dressed in alluring blue and shooting out her barbed arrows of promised mad passion… I was a weak man and I most easily played into her evil web of desire! Then!... I was awakened from my dream by a familiar voice from behind…”Hey dumb dumb, were almost at the top” My savior Alain pulled me from this horrible fate of falling into the claws of this mad cougar who preys on the hearts and souls of innocent humble men!
We got to the top and It was just an amazing view! It had been 20 years since I’d been up here (87 Mt. Hamilton challenge) and It was a new experience again. We all sat around and chatted while Ramon fixed his flat and Bossman arrived after his photo shoot all the way up the mountain.
We shot down the mountain like fallen angels on a suicide mission. Tim’s Wheel slid out and He was able to save it and get back up to his fierce velocity. Henry took a vicious inside turn as if the mighty Lucifer was in chase. All I saw was a blur as my adrenaline pulsed through my veins numbing my rational mind. We we’re thwarted by some numbnuts who refused to pull over and let us by.
We stopped to cool out jets…and we we’re off again. At close to 40 mph my back wheel caught air on a tight turn and slid out almost into a rock cliff with Henry so close to my rear wheel you would not have been able to slip a dollar bill between us! We really caught speed towards the base. Six of us close to the speed of sound. We were all completely exhilarated and had launched into another dimension of mass communication with out uttering a single word. What we experienced was beyond common language. What a great day. Sadly we never got to ride with Marco and Ruth who had initiated this ride in the first place. So thanks Marco, even if you couldn’t make it we all had really been looking forward to riding with you. We’ll do it again a.s.a.p. for sure.
Thanks again everyone I had a great time…and I’ll tell you all about my trip down to L.A. Wish we could all go!