I will be, once more, riding in the Tour de Cure Ship to Shore charity ride to benefit the American Diabetes Association. For the second year, I'll be doing the metric century ride (62 miles, give or take, not quite a true metric century, but that's what they bill it as), as I'm not quite ready to dive into, what I guess should be called the Imperial Century, or a full hundred miles. Working towards this, and because I've been slacking the past few weeks, I got up and did 42 miles instead of my regular 28 this morning. It's been chilly these mornings here in Los Angeles, with actual frost on the windshield in the early morning before the sun pops out and was still in the low 40s when I started out. Sure glad I bought those fleece bib tights and a couple pairs of arm warmers a little while back. Here's the route I took: http://j.mp/tqxmn7
Riding along the beach path is always interesting, as you see the full range of Angelenos at play (or working at fitness), as well as the variety of tourists who pop up in our fair city. This time of year, it's frequently folks from colder climes determined to make the most of their time in the Southern California Sun (TM). Sometimes it's a pretty grim determination, like the girl I saw this morning on a rental bike, pants and shirt sleeves rolled up as far as possible, turning that lobster-red color that indicates either an incipient coronary event or lack of knowledge about sunscreen. She had that "I'm having a good time, damn it!" look on her face as she pedaled furiously down the Marvin A. Braude Bike Path just north of Manhattan Beach. By the time she gets home, the worst of the burn will have faded to something approximating a tan, and I'm sure she'll make up stories about her encounters with the exotic natives, like that guy on the funny looking 'sit-down' bike she saw on the bike path. Who knows, maybe she'll find some excitement here and prove my cynical views wrong. If so, good for her.
Had a chance to play Good Samaritan on the way home, when I stopped for a quick fueling and hydration break at the bridge over the Ballona Creek at Playa del Rey. A guy on a poorly maintained, rust bucket of a cheap ass mountain bike had snapped his front derailleur cable and was trying to figure out how to make something – anything – work well enough to not have to walk home. The big stumbling block was that he had no tools of any sort, nor did any of the two other people he was riding with. I dug out my Topeak multi-tool and helped them get the derailleur adjusted so he could ride in the middle chain ring, which would at least get him home. Hope they made it okay. I also hope somebody teaches him about cleaning and lubing the bike chain and some basic maintenance tips. A rusty chain and shifter cables on a cheap mountain bike makes for a pretty crappy ride. At least if they're clean, the ride's a lot smoother.
So here's the commercial – please support my TdC ride. Anything you can give helps, $1, $5, however much you can afford would be appreciated. You can donate directly at http://main.diabetes.org/goto/GVDub and help work towards improved treatment and maybe even a cure for diabetes. And thanks for bearing with me.
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