Here's the story -
Holly (my wife) enjoys running and the occasional mtn bike ride, but she had never considered road biking. Tolerated me doing it, not a problem - but herself? Nah.
So I've had my first (old?) bike hanging up in the garage looking pretty, so I decided to work slowly on getting my wife on the bike to keep me company. I hatched a plan . . . first, I knew she was planning to run a half-marathon back in March, so I went with her to pick up her packet the day before and allowed her to talk me into running the 5k. So after I did the run, I told her that because I had tried to take part in her world of running, she can reciprocate by hopping on a roadie and riding with me.
Monday this week - gorgeous weather, my mom was available to watch the little one for an hour or two - so off we went. Lowered the saddle for her, flipped the stem, slapped a set of platform pedals on and rode from Santa Fe Dam down to the four corners split and back. It was right around twenty miles, and I was surprised as she kept a good pace and seemed fairly comfortable on the bike, albeit wobbly at first. I made her admit that it was kinda fun for her.
Fast forward to today - this past week I worked on getting a 90mm stem to fit the bike to her better (still big, though - it's a 56cm, she's 5'9") - but until she was sure she liked riding, no 54cm CF bike for her just yet. I took her on the identical route of my first BF group ride put on by Brandy - starting at Magnolia/Banning. Went down PCH, made sure she rode ahead of me during the bits of riding in between the traffic and parked cars. She admitted later on that riding between cars was kinda scary and unnerving, but who can blame her, especially on her second-ever road ride? Got through the rollers decently, and the plan was to stop at Diedrich's coffee for a cup before heading back.
After taking the obligatory pictures in front of the beach, I looked across the street, and Diedrich's was no more. It was in the process of being transformed into a Starbucks, with a "now hiring" banner displayed up front. Saddened by the gobbling up by corporate coffee, but not enough to deter us from walking across the street one block down to another Starbucks. Apparently, according to my wife - an amazingly beautiful girl works at that Starbucks (right across from Main Beach), but I didn't get a chance to go inside and give her a nice once-over as I had to stand guard with the bikes outside. We walked across to the beach, sat down on a bench and had our coffee and made out a little, then off we went. j/k
Ride back was uneventful and quick at a 17-19mph pace with the exception of the trafficky business areas, through which we slowed down to squeeze through in between the My-johnson-is-bigger-than-yours Ferrari 360 Modenas and the Juicy-sweatsuit-buttcrack-showing-kiddie-hauler Ranger Rovers.
Overall stats - 27.9 miles, 15.5mph average, 39.7mph max for me, 35.7mph max for the lady. I was quite impressed with her - on a bike that's too big, heavy, and equipped with hot platform pedals. Not saying that she's wildly embracing road riding, but it's a start.
And of course, pics - (now that she has a SD700 that can easily fit in my jersey pocket, I have to work on my on-the-bike picture taking skills, or lack thereof)
Starting out in HB -
Gotta make sure you have lip gloss to look pretty!
One for the legs thread -
Obligatory beachside shot -
Group shot -