67 miles. Placerville to Davis. About 40 miles of bike path riding today. I saw more cyclists in the first 15 minutes than I had on the rest of the trip. Hundreds of lycra clad, grim faced, carbon fiber riding vegetarians whizzed by in both directions. I felt like I was driving a garbage truck in the Dayton 500. No one smiled or waved. No one ever coasted. I passed a woman reading a paperback while she was running. I felt more at home in the Nevada desert.
I made it to Davis early in the afternoon. It looks like a nice college town with lots of neat restaurants. Tomorrow I will ride into Vallejo and then finish up on Monday.
Just like riding in our area.....it's all about the colorful racing outfit.....for a 6 block all out sprint....then a cigarette break
ReplyDeleteFind the beauty where you can, amongst the crabon riders, pretty unbelievable you are there!across this great big country Tom H
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