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I didn’t get knocked out, but felt pretty bad lying there on the ground. I did an inventory and all my parts were still there, and nothing felt broken, but I was having trouble breathing so when somebody ran up I asked them to call 911 and tried not to move. Ambulance came, EMTs checked me out, and by that time I was starting to feel a little better and thought maybe I could shake it off and just call home for a ride. Then I tried to sit up and an invisible angry dwarf with a knife stabbed me in the back. So I enjoyed a relaxing scream and  lay back down, carefully, and they put me on the backboard with the neck brace and put me in the ambulance and I stared at a series of changing ceilings until I got the emergency room at a nearby hospital.

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I’m not sure if it’s the fact that more bicyclists are on the road these days, or if drivers are more distracted than usual… but as I plan a trip that will have me riding 250ish miles on-road, this sort of thing concerns me.

Guess the main takeaway here is that we cyclists need to be more defensive when sharing space with motorists, and do our part to obey the laws so that we can get self-righteous when the motorists do not.  Also, we need much better bike infrastructure here in Los Angeles and across the country.  Now that would be tax dollars well spent.

So, I’m putting together a bike tour to start in about a week around the 29th of this month and lasting for either 3 or 4 days.  The plan is to ride Amtrak up the coast for 5 hours to San Luis Obispo, explore for the evening and spend the night, then ride back home to LA.

This is my tentative plan:

• Day One: San Luis Obispo to Solvang (72 miles)
• Day Two: Solvang to Ventura (66 miles)
• Day Three: Ventura to Downtown (78 miles)

I might space things out a bit more and take an extra day, so I can adopt a more relaxed pace and take time to stop and enjoy the scenery.  We’ll see as plans firm up over the next week. I’m excited! Stay tuned for updates.

After making it far enough south and deciding to turn around I was cruising north, listening to Boston, hands resting lightly on the tops of the handlebars when I noticed I was overtaking a couple young kids riding single file on their bmx bikes.  On this segment of trail, which runs directly adjacent to the San Gabriel River, the river is completely concrete with a steep concrete slope at probably 45 degrees from the top of the trail to the bottom of the “river”.  Because the speed difference between the kids and myself was pretty high (I was going about 20mph and coming up on them pretty fast), I moved my hands down to the hoods so that I had access to the brakes in the unlikely event that it became necessary.

It became necessary.

When I was about 10 feet behind them on the left side about to pass, the kid in front swerved to the left completely blocking my way. I hit the brakes hard and only just managed to skid to a halt before making contact with the other bike, but when I then suddenly wasn’t moving and was still clipped in to my pedals, I started to fall to the side. The same side as the steep slope down to the bottom of the river. Luckily, I managed to unclip one foot and land on that foot, and do a sort of bounce-jump-slide down a few feet of the slope before regaining my balance and expending all my kinetic energy.

A similar place on the trail to where I almost tumbled down

As all of this is happening, I make eye-contact with the kid, who I would guess is about 12, and he has a look of absolute terror on his face and immediately averts his eyes. I’m not sure if his fear is that I’ll go tumbling down the slope or that I’m going to yell at him… but when I manage to stop myself from falling all the way down, I burst into laughter.  It was like one of those 90′s morphing pictures when the kid transformed from terror to a really big smile. “That is my worst fear of riding this trail – rolling all the way to the bottom,” I said with a smile on my face. Both him and his friend said “sorry” a few times, I told them no harm done and to try and be more careful in the future. As I clip in to take off again, the kid says “have a nice day,” and then I’m off.

I could easily have been angry and yelled at the kid, but then everyone is upset and nobody wins. Sure, my bike has a few new scratches on it (its first scratches, actually) but in the scheme of things it really wasn’t a big deal.

I try really hard to keep myself in a place where events that are “bad” can fall into the “not a big deal” category.

Earlier this year, we ran out of cash at the non-VC-funded startup I work for.  Obviously, this meant that we were unable to make payroll for a couple pay periods. But luckily (not that luck had anything to do with it), I was in a place where I could make the decision whether to go find another job or stick it out while not getting paid because I believed in the overall goals and future of the company. I decided to stay, and now things are better than they’ve ever been. And though my jokes about not getting paid may not have seemed funny at the time, in the scheme of things it was not a big deal.

I’m hoping that going forward in life that I can continue to file bad things under “not a big deal” but still continue to get excited about the good things when they happen.

First, it is inexpensive.  An annual pass to the park costs only $30 and I’ve had one for the past two years.  Camping is just $10/night per campsite.  I can say for a week at Joshua Tree for the same price as a single night at an inexpensive hotel/motel.  And is an ice machine conveniently located just down the hall really worth 7x the price?

Joshua Tree’s second advantage is that it doesn’t attract large crowds of people.  Last time I spent 3 days camping there, I only talked to one other person and only saw several people in total – it was fantastic.  This time, even with the 100+ degree days and lack of most services (i.e. real bathrooms and running water), there were quite a few people visiting but still nothing like a state park on the ocean.

Third (and most importantly), it has basically zero cell coverage throughout the entire park area.  This allows/forces me to really disconnect from the rest of the world.  I get calls and text messages all day long (not to mention emails) and my morning routine before I even get out of bed is to 1) check email, 2) read facebook, 3) skim NY Times headlines and read any interesting stories, then 4) glance at twitter – only after all those tasks are completed do I even bother to crawl out from under the sheets.  Not so during my time at Joshua Tree.  You realize how long a day really can be when it’s not filled with constant attempts to “keep up” with various, often irrelevant, information.

For this trip, I brought my bike because one of the other great things about the park is that it has an abundance of well-kept paved roads which seemed to be great for riding. I had never actually ridden at Joshua Tree before this weekend, unless you count a miserable attempt about a year ago on my mountain bike to “go for a ride.” That ride went for about a mile outside my campsite up a hill before I gave up and turned around, sweating like crazy and with legs burning from the exertion. That was before I really started riding though, so I reckoned that this time around it would be a piece of cake seeing as how I have a road bike now and that I’ve been riding 50+ miles every week.

My plan on Friday was to get on the road by 2pm to beat most of the traffic out of town. In actuality, I was lucky to roll out of my garage just before 4pm. This meant that I had nothing but traffic on I-10 for about the first 30 miles. That first 30 miles took me almost 2 hours of painful stop-and-go traffic until I finally got past the I-15 interchange and traffic finally opened up. Unfortunately, this meant that I would not make it to the park until around 7:30pm which is just about sunset and I was concerned about setting up my tent and whatnot after dark.

But, when I arrived it turned out that the sun was just setting and the moon was unbelievably bright (nearly a full moon) and I had zero problems getting set up. Because it was so bright, I decided to try taking a few long-exposure shots after dark to see how they’d turn out and wow, I was surprised at how great they looked. People had campfires going and the twilight was beautiful. Got some fun pictures that evening and then crawled into the tent around 9:30pm in anticipation of riding Saturday morning. It was, in my estimation, about 65 degrees at night with a nice breeze blowing through the campsite and through my tent.

One of the nice things about camping in a remote location is that you very quickly acclimate to the natural cycle of day and night. Not much point saying up past dark and the gentle sunrise is an awesome way to awaken. I first woke up about 5:30 as the morning sky began to lighten, but I rolled over and slept for another hour or so while the sun really got going. I got dressed, ate some breakfast (Bear Naked banana crunch granola – yum!) and wandered around to see if there were any good photos to be made that morning. Nothing caught my eye so I walked back to camp and started to prep for my first ride. Filled up the camelback and water bottles with cold water, tossed my camera into the backpack along with a cliff bar and some jerky then applied a liberal coating of SPF 30 sunscreen.

I decided to start heading south which was uphill. My reasoning was that if I’m climbing for the first part of the ride it will make it easier to decide when to turn around and head back to camp – either when I couldn’t climb anymore or if it leveled out, then I would know the ride back would be easier than the ride out. This also makes it easy to ration water because even if I wasn’t tired, I would turn back when my water was half empty (or half full, if you’re an optimist) and I’d know that the water would last all the way to camp. In actuality, this first ride was a gentle upgrade the entire way and after just over 5 miles of that, I had had enough climbing and turned around. The ride back was for the most part very easy with a top speed of over 30mph but against a strong headwind most of the time which negated some of the downslope. But it was a nice 10.7 mile ride by the time I got back to camp, 45 minutes later.

My campsite was right up against some very large boulders which provided some fantastic shade in the morning hours, so I decided to do some reading for about 90 minutes while I rested from the ride. Then I realized that since I driven in so late I had not stopped at the ranger station to pay the entrance fee (and I need to get a new annual pass since mine expired in June). Instead of driving back out to the entrance, only 5 miles distant, I decided to bike it. So at 11:30 I hopped on the bike again heading north. The first mile was basically flat and the second mile consisted of small rolling hills which were quite pleasant. Then the downhill section started and after three miles, I realized that the ranger station wasn’t as close as I realized. “But hey,” I thought, “this is a nice relaxing downhill ride with the hot wind in my face, it’s nice!” When I hit mile 8, I started to worry as I sped downhill at speeds reaching 36mph (coasting). Finally, at mile 10 I reached the ranger station and purchased my new annual pass and took a little break in the shade, contemplating how much I was about to hate my life.

According to the GPS, that final 2 mile segment had an elevation drop of over 500 feet from 4000ft to 3500ft. This puts the grade at almost 5%. This is steep for a bicycle, and very steep for Gooley who until this time has spent most of his time riding in the flats with the occasional little hill. Before I had gone 100 yards, I was already in my lowest gear and still not spinning very fast. My speed was around 6mph – that’s 1/6^th of the speed I had going the other direction. And it was brutally hot and tiring.

The only thought I had was that I should flag down the next pickup truck heading up the hill and beg for a ride. Two pickups passed me and I restrained myself. I now figure that real exercise starts when your attitude changes from “this is fun and I’m sweating, cool” to “kill me now.” It took me probably 30 minutes and 3 or 4 rest stops to ride up those 2 miles, the whole time thinking that walking the bike would be a better choice. But I stuck with it and made it to the top of that section to an official Exhibit and immediately sat down on the curb and drank about 8 oz of water right then while trying to guess how much more uphill there was between me and my camp.

At the exhibit, I met a nice couple from Minnesota who were vacationing in California for 12 days and had never been to Joshua Tree so I tried to give them a few pointers about the best things to see for the remainder of the day. They also asked me for some bike recommendations, which allowed me to play expert for a little while. Over the next 5 miles, we would leapfrog each other – them in their red rental car, me on my white bike.

After I finally made it back to camp, I went straight to my favorite shady place in the entire park with my book and my chair and spent the rest of the day in the shade. Hidden Valley campsite #31 is the best campsite in the park, but it was occupied when I arrived Friday evening. Luckily, it was unoccupied Saturday afternoon so I was able to take advantage of the nice cold (90 degree) cave and read for the rest of the day.

Saturday night was uneventful, I wandered around at sunset and took some pictures that turned out pretty OK. Then I went to bed around 9:30 again (guessing, because I wasn’t wearing my watch). Only problem was that some rock-climbing hippies were banging on their drum circle until late into the night and every so often, one of them would howl like a coyote. But, I suppose everyone is welcome in the desert.

All in all, the trip was fantastic and I now feel very relaxed and ready to re-integrate myself with the rest of the population. But I should probably shave first.

[View my favorite pictures from this trip here]

So I started riding on the super-convenient Ballona Creek trail which is very nearby my office and starts somewhere up in Culver City and goes out to the beach trail.  My casual ride was about 10-15 miles depending on how much time I had.  Best way to describe it was “relaxing”. After a long day of working in a chair in an office, I got to stretch my legs, get some fresh air, and enjoy that proximity to the ocean.

At some point I got the crazy idea that I could commute on the bike.  

I mapped it out on Google Maps and it claimed to be just 16 miles one-way.  The terrain looked pretty much flat.  And the first portion of the commute would take me on the familiar Ballona Creek trail.  The rest of the ride was a road route that I knew very well because I would drive it when the freeways were jammed up.  In the car, with normal traffic, the route took just under an hour.  I estimated that it would take me about two hours on the bike the first time.

So, after deciding to go for it, I drove to the office on a Saturday afternoon, strapped on the helmet and hit the road.  After the first 5 miles, at the end of the trail and the beginning of my road route, I was a bit nervous.  I’ve never done much riding on roads and everyone knows how bad LA drivers are.  But it was a Saturday and thus it was pretty calm.  About 10 miles in, my shoelace got stuck in the crank (amateur mistake) and I almost went down.  Good thing I wasn’t riding a fixie… But after extricating the errant lace and tucking it in, the rest of the trip was without incident and overall it took me about 1:45 to get home.  And it felt great.

The remainder of the weekend I didn’t have a car, so I rode to Subway for lunch and I felt very urban and cool.  

When Monday rolled around, I set the alarm for 7am instead of 8 and started off on the reverse trip.  While riding past USC, it was fun for me when for about 4 stoplights this guy on a little moped would zoom off from the green light but I would catch up to him at each subsequent red light.  I also learned that people who drive small cars *cough* Prius *cough* think their car is much smaller than it really is.  The truck people get way over out of my lane, but the dudes in little hybrids would squeeze by close enough to touch.  But for the most part it was a pretty good ride. Brutal headwinds, but pretty good nonetheless.  Good thing I don’t have to wear a suit to work.

After several days of commuting over the course of two weeks, I decided I needed a new bike that was:

1. big enough for me (I’ve grown a bit since I was 14)
2. not dual-suspension (some % of my pedal energy is lost in the spring)
3. designed for the road (thinner, more efficient tires, etc)

So after much research and many test rides, I bought a shiny new 60cm Cannondale CAAD 9 about two weeks ago.  As of today, I’ve put over 100 miles on the new bike but I haven’t yet taken it on the commute.  It handles so much differently than my heavy steel ’97 Jamis Dakar that I wanted to make sure that I’m completely used to it before I hit the mean streets.  Also, those clipless pedals take a bit of practice…

I’m thinking that next week will be the inaugural commute of the new bike and I’m really looking forward to it.  It will be a rougher ride for sure than the MTB but it should also be a much quicker ride. I’ve gotten my average speed up to about 16mph over the course of a 15 mile ride, so I expect that the commute will take just over an hour, shaving 30 minutes off my time, due to both my improved fitness and the more efficient bike.  My goal is to commute 3 days a week, which would put me just shy of 100 miles per week of riding to and from work.  Then I’ll probably want to figure out how to do some longer rides on the weekend from time to time.

I get the feeling that this cycling thing can be addictive.