It was killing me seeing all the cyclists on Mt. Diablo all weekend while I camped with my family. We hiked around and took 2 sight seeing drives up to the summit so I saw a lot of bikes. Monday after work I had to head up. It was 96 degrees when I headed out, but I am lucky that heat does not get to me. I drank all day long at work and every 10 - 15 minutes on the bike. I also kept my jersey damp with water carefully poured down my back occasionally. Those measures and endurolytes made sure I had no problems with effects from the heat or cramps.
It was sweet being able to descend Diablo all the way from the summit with no special clothes and to be warm as toast.
I went by myself but had a tourist take my picture.
I got to the the top 3 minutes slower than my personal best. I will take that considering the heat.
(don't ask for my time, it is called personal best for a reason: it is personal)
I am a much more cautious descender these days after the Mendocino Monster and with the low sun in my eyes I just cruised to enjoy the warmth and the views. I met a guy named Chris at the summit and he passed me descending about halfway between the summit and Juniper. When he passed I tried to match his speed for a while.
Two turns after he passed me when he was about 100 yards ahead, he crashed out. A mini van came around a hairpin turn on Chris's side of the yellow line. Every cyclist's nightmare mountain road scenario: blind hairpin turn, sun in your eyes and whoopsie a car in your lane when you round the bend. This guy, Chris, swerved hard right to avoid being hit by the van and laid the bike down. Oh man I hate that sound. He got a road rash on his right knee and pretty bad on his right elbow. He had several badly skinned knuckles too. His bike had a rear flat and both brake hoods were turned 90 degrees in, facing the stem.
The van stopped for just a second. The driver looked out the window and craned his neck back to see Chris up and yelling at him and then drove on.
I hope the guy had a nice time at the summit. I wonder how much you can see from up there with your head up your ass?
I stopped and gave Chris band aids and adhesive pads from the old Bento box. He patched himself up a little while I got his flat fixed for him and I straightened out his brake hoods.
After that Chris rode home to Danville and I continued my descent down to Walnut Creek.
It was scary but it could have been a lot worse.
All in all it was a good 41 miles, most especially because Chris's ride ended up at his house not the hospital.
Be careful out there.