Grumpy Old Men On Bikes

I think we were the only people staying in last night's hotel that were not going fishing this morning!  I have never liked fishing but I studied the fisherpeople (is that sufficiently woke?) loading their trucks and fishing seems to involve very large coolers full of beer.  Maybe I should give it a try. We are now following the Pacific Coast Highway; which means long stretches on our nemesis - US101.  This road runs all the way from Seattle to Los Angeles and is the main alternate to the I5 interstate.  We avoid it wherever we can and this puts us on quiet country back roads where the people have fewer teeth and bigger beards...sometimes even the men.   The citizens of these back roads communities are not gardeners.  Instead of well-trimmed lawns and tended flowerbeds the locals use their yards (gardens) to store crap.  Well, actually 'store' implies more purpose than I think lies behind the abandonment of cars, machinery, old caravan...

No fires last night!  We went into town for dinner in a little bar on Main Street.  Shelton is not a big town and it wasn't a big bar but the menu had about 20 good craft beers on it.  What a change from 20 years ago when you struggled to get anything but Miller or Budweiser!  Supermarkets also have a good selection of craft beers, though I sense a worrying trend towards 'silly' beers.  The shelves are full of beer from companies nobody has ever heard of, in garish livery and with names like Voodoo Jazz Hands.  They all now seem to pack a ridiculous punch - entry level IPA's are 7% or more and some are in the 9's. As I said...silly. On the plus side I suspect that the buying public is shunning these little start-up breweries and they often seem to be on sale at a good discount over the big boys like Sierra Nevada and Lagunitas. A couple from the local PD support group were keen to meet with us and we arranged a rendezvous in Montesano, about hal...

Comments on this blog are always welcome, if only to confirm that somebody actually reads it. Unfortunately most comments get posted anonymously; if you prefer it that way fine but, if not, please give me a clue who you are.  A big Thank You to the person who suggested an alternate title for yesterday's blog...I obviously can't use it but it made me laugh! (I suspect I know who you are). This morning a sizeable farewell committee formed in the hotel lobby.  Members of local PD support and advocacy groups had an early start to meet us for some words of encouragement and to give us a cheer.  Crucially they also brought cookies and flapjack...they clearly understand the way to a cyclist's heart.  The riders got quite a send-off which they absolutely deserved!  There had been some talk of a local news channel coming along for some footage but clearly something more newsworthy won out...maybe a kitten got stuck up a tree. Over the next days and weeks we h...

Much as I have enjoyed my little road trip, it occurs to me that what I have just done is the equivalent of picking up a van in Rome for a trip starting in London!  There were good reasons for doing it this way but another time it might be worth swallowing the extra cost of a 1-way rental. When it comes to organising cycling trips I am a perfectionist.  This doesn’t mean that the trips are perfect, just that I have to live with the daily frustration of knowing that they are not.  It is even worse when real human beings and real world situations come along and mess up my plans.  There is an old saying that “no plan survives 1 st  contact with the enemy” and my ‘enemy’ for this trip will be the riders (with all their human frailties), their bikes (which will break in ways that annoyingly won’t match the tools and spares I have brought) and the hotels (which based on my last trip here will be completely f*&%ing useless).    So, it was with...

I slept predictably badly, which meant I was back in the van and on the road at 4:30.  Most people might dread a 10 hour, 650 mile drive but I actually quite enjoy these road trips.  The van is comfy, quiet and powerful, I get my favourite tunes on the stereo and have a good old think about life.  The scenery varied between ok and very pretty and that also helped.  Despite being on the main I5 freeway, it snakes up into the hills in places and we topped out at about 4500 feet later in the trip.  Stopping for fuel provided a worryingly frequent break from the driving....she (for the van is a she) is doing 18mpg.  Even allowing for America's perverse decision to use gallons but make them 20% smaller than proper gallons, that's pretty poor. I am now in Roseberg Oregon, an unremarkable town expect for being home to Marty and Marisa, with whom I run 1 or 2 cycle trips each year.  Marisa is out of town but Marty shares my liking for a good beer...

British Airways once called itself the ‘World’s Favourite Airline’, a claim they justified by carrying more passengers than any other airline.  A bit like saying that rice is the world’s favourite food.  I’m pretty sure that many people sitting down to rice for the 3 rd  time that day would gladly swap it for a rib-eye followed by sticky toffee pudding!  BA’s fall from grace has been long and steady and they are now widely regarded as one of the worst of the long-haul carriers.  People like me fly with them because they hold about half the slots at Heathrow and so can offer a wider choice of destinations and departure times than the competition.  By every other metric they are now pretty shite.  My flight was in a tired old plane with a tired old seat, an IFE from the dark ages, a meal I wouldn’t feed to a dog and a crew that looked like they would be happiest if we all just pissed off and died.  I had splashed out on World Traveller Plus which bo...

For the last few years I have been involved with an organisation called Zwifters Against Parkinson’s (ZWAP).  This non-profit group was created to promote cycling as a highly beneficial therapy for Parkinson’s Disease; mostly via the online virtual cycling platform Zwift but also occasionally in the real world.  I have led a real world ride each year since 2023 but this year it is the big one...we are going to the US of A where we will ride to attend the World Parkinson’s Congress in Pheonix, Arizona.  Where better to start such a ride than 2100 miles away in Seattle?  We will ride the Pacific Coast Highway all the way to San Diego then turn left across the desert to Phoenix. We are an international group with riders from the UK, Ireland, Germany, Iceland, Norway, Australia, New Zealand, Canada, and the US.  The ten with the largest testicles will ride the whole thing, with the remainder joining in San Francisco or LA.  We will roll into Pho...

The observant among you will have noted that there was no blog yesterday.  I can only imagine your disappointment as you sat waiting for the Facebook ping that alerts you that there is fresh bollocks to read.  The reason was simple....I didn't ride!  An intermittent back problem (which some have said is probably spinelessness) made itself known yesterday morning, and I know that the price of ignoring the 1 st  twinges can be high.  So while the boys did some hills I did some chills. Today the back was improved enough to get back on the bike and we decided to head back inland to Competa, but reversing our route from last time.  The forecast was poor but we felt we had to give it a go as it was our last day.  As we headed inland and uphill the temperature dropped and the sky got darker and 3 miles from Competa (and the top of a 10 mile hill) it started to rain....or rather we think it was raining there already and we just rode into it....

Our little 'locals' restaurant turned out to be full of gringos and doing a roaring trade.  Wherever we go we hear English spoken....sometimes by Brits but also by visitors from other countries who have to resort to God's own language to make themselves understood.  The Irish are well represented and yesterday they were out in force, easily identified by an impressive array of stupid green leprechaun hats and associated St Patrick's day paraphernalia (and a complete absence of suntan obviously).  The meal was simple but tasty and inexpensive and we are considering returning for a Paella before we leave.  This is a dish of such fiendish complexity that they require 12 hours notice to prepare it.  I have cooked a paella before and it IS a bit time consuming....but 12 hours? The promised overnight rain was nothing more than a couple of very light showers but the forecast insisted it wouldn't be properly over until noon, so we hunkered down...