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Devil Mountain Double ride report part one: Mines Road

picture with grass and road

The riders were off and after about 30 seconds of riding in the pitch black surrounded by other slightly sketchy double riders, my mood lifted and I became happy again.  I am usually quite happy on these rides.  (unless I am at a rest stop-  Rest stops make me cranky.)

The Devil Mountain Double is a 205 mile ride that does about 20,000 feet of climbing and includes:  Mount Diablo, Morgan Territory, Patterson Pass, Mines Road, the backside of Mount Hamilton, Sierra Road, the stupidly steep pitch up on Calaveras, Palomares, and Norris.  For some reason, Mines does not make the list of climbs when the DMD lists its hardships, but Norris does make the list.  I think Mines a rather difficult stretch of road.  It never really appears that bad, but it is quite a bit of a climb.  Your mind tells you that the slope isn’t much, but your body seems glued to the ground, refusing to climb at any reasonable speed.  The problem is, of course, your perspective.  It is not a mild climb.  It has over 2000 feet of climbing and it goes on for a bit.  Moreover, it is usually hot.  I think I have only done it once when it wasn’t hot.  Snow covered the hills along the road that day and I slipped on some black ice on a climb. It wasn’t hot and I had a particularly good ride that day, until much later on the return, after nightfall, in complete darkness, worried about ice.

In my mind, Mines is the first major climb of the day.  The hardest part of the DMD starts at Mines.  I have done Mines a lot.  I have done Mines exhausted, bonked, overheated, tired, injured and just plain cranky.  I have ridden slowly with MarkN, who had broken his rear derailleur off and was crankier than I think I have ever seen him (which does not really say that much, the man never really seems to be cranky.)  I have learned that Mines is simply doable under all sorts of lousy conditions and if you keep on going, you are likely to finally get to the end and be able to get a coke at The Junction or, if going in the other direction, somewhere in Pleasanton or Livermore.  I was more than able to deal with Mines when I got to it on the day of this double.  The Mines/Del Valle rest stop had no coke and I solved that problem leaving, heading toward the junction under the glaring sun in search of cold soda.

The Mines cut-off looms large in the minds of the denizen in the back of the pack.  I was sort of hoping to not make it.  My average times have slipped recently and I was as likely to miss the cut-off as make it.  However, I didn’t really want to have to do this ride again, so I didn’t really want to miss it.  On the other hand, I could easily head home from the Mines rest stop, catch bart, and have dinner at my favorite restaurant with my friends.  That scenario would be nice, too.  Well, perhaps, I should not kid myself, -nicer might be a better choice of words.  The first part of the DMD is simply lovely.  Diablo, Morgan Territory, and Patterson pass make a beautiful ride.  It is challenging, but in a good sort of way. You are challenged, but failure isn’t particularly likely.  It is hard, but doable and you can go home and have dinner with friends at your favorite restaurant afterwards.  Further, I was completely unwilling to put on any extra burst of speed to make that cut-off.  I actually would have been disappointed if I didn’t make the cut-off, but I didn’t want to go into an energy hole and then have to do the second half of the ride, the harder half, after having gone into an energy deficit on the easier first half.  I left the Mines Rest stop with 8 minutes to spare and all was good.  (Except for the lack of coke.  I had never drank a Mountain Dewopr a Dr. Pepper and was unwilling to have my first encounter with either of these concoctions of chemicals be on the DMD.)

I didn’t realize that the water stop on along Mines road between Del Valle and the Junction was a DMD rest stop.  I thought it was a Mount Hamilton Challenge rest stop.  The Mount Hamilton Challenge was riding in the opposite direction.  I loved seeing all the Mount Hamilton Challenge people.  I saw JimS, Jim and Bonnie, Mick, and I think Barbara McQ.  I probably saw many others, but the ride was about 3 weeks ago and I have forgotten.  Seeing the other riders was great.  They cheered us on and many wore DMD jerseys.  “Yay!!  Go!!” they screamed at me.  It was fantastic.  I felt great. -Except for the heat and climbing part.  Jason and I did the Mt Hamilton Challenge several years ago and I have never gone back and done it, because it was too hard of a ride.

I loved all the cheering and encouragement I got from other people all day.  Not only did the Mount Hamilton people cheer us on, but others did, too.  The Wente race was being held on the same day and we overlapped their course in several places.  The court marshals took one look at me and yelled “DMD That Way!! GO!!!.”  That was great.  A woman riding back from Altamont pass in the opposite direction yelled at me “Good job!” for no reason at all.  That was great, too.  The really fast men on the DMD start an hour later than everyone else and many of them say “good job” as they pass.  And that’s great, too.  “Good job,” I repeated to myself all day long.

Mines was hot.  I was sweltering and was just trying to get through it.

I traded places back and forth a couple of times with Anny Beck along this section.  I rode out of the hotel behind Anny.  Even in the dark, she casts a distinctive profile.  She is very small, rides a very small  beautiful Calfee, and is always in her aerobars.  I don’t think that her regular bars are even wrapped.  She climbed Diablo in her areobars. She told me that it was her 70th double.  She says that she has slowed down a lot since she hit 50 doubles.

I passed PegM along Mines.  I had passed her on the climb up Diablo and I wasn’t particular surprised to have passed her on the Diablo climb.  She is overall a much faster rider than I am, but I am a faster climber than my overall speed would indicate.  I was fully expecting her to pass me on the descent, which she later did and then she was gone and out of sight.  However, I was surprised to have caught her on the climb on Mines.  I guessed that she might have been being affected a bit by the heat.  I know I was.  I was out of water when I passed Peg.  My goal was to go as fast as possible in order to limit my exposure to the heat and to get water as quickly as possible, but without getting too hot by the effort.  I rode a bit with some guy during this section.  I rarely ever ride fast enough to warrant anyone trying to catch my wheel, but this guy rode with me for a little while and I was quite pleased with myself along Mines.

That pleasure was short lived.

At the junction, people with cast-iron stomachs ate pulled pork sandwiches and hamburgers in anticipation of climbing the backside of Mount Hamilton in the blistering heat.  I stood around at the Junction feeling straight-up stupid.  I was tired and overly hot and I had no way out.  I had to either climb out via Mt Hamilton or Mines.  Hamilton was, of course, harder, but I had just done Mines and I certainly did not want to repeat that again.  Moreover, I didn’t want to have to do any of this ride again and I needed to finish it, so I wouldn’t have to do this again next year.  Hamilton seemed the more reasonable choice, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was missing something important and that I was being a bit stupid.  At least I had plenty of iced coke and a camelback full of cold iced water.  I ate a peanut butter sandwich and then left this oasis, heading out toward San Antonio Valley and Mount Hamilton.

Diablo

A careful observer might notice that neither of these pictures were taken on the day of the actual event.  The first picture was taken on a training ride I did with Jack a couple of weekends before the DMD.  Jack also did the DMD and is one of the organizers of the event.  The second picture was taken by Jason during a ride with MarkN and me up Diablo.  

Davis Double Ride Report

I have done Davis Double once before and the experience was miserable.  Beyond hot.  Too hot.  Felt horrid at the end- heat exhaustion-hot.  Spent the day pulling over to the side of the road to cool down under trees, trying not to fry my brain- hot.  Until yesterday, I haven’t done it since and I was not going to start this year’s ride if temps were predicted above 100, but the predictions were for mildly hot conditions, so I did it.

My facebook staus for the ride was: ” Cardiac was lovely, Honey was ok, Cobb was hard, and Resurrection was soul-sapping. I think that the Davis Double is worth doing just for the joy of reaching the rest stop at the top of Resurrection.”  Reaching the top of Resurrection is such a fabulous feeling.  I was overwhelmed with a sense of joy for having reached it.  The joy was probably mostly from the relief of the pain from climbing resurrection.   Resurrection is just a harsh climb.  It is hot and exposed and a slightly miserable experience.  Yesterday wasn’t too hot and we had a occasional cooling breeze, which really should have made for nice conditions.  However, Resurrection is still hard, even when it really isn’t overly hot.  I think that the expanse of open wide road road, being on a highway, makes the grade appear less than it is.  I can still feel the grade in my legs and the hot sun on my back, even with the occasional cooling breeze.

I spent the first 42 miles in pacelines, which is unusual for me on doubles.  I don’t really like pacelines on long rides.  My average speed for those 42 miles was 20.7 miles, a record for me.  Jason and I haven’t even gone that fast on the tandem for 42 consecutive miles.  I skipped the first rest stop in order to stay in the group and did not stop until mile 53 at rest stop two.  I was in a sketchy paceline at the very beginning of the ride and the big guy I was behind and I jumped a paceline lead by two tandems. We went from doing 21 to doing 27.  That paceline slowed, but it remained too fast for me.  I had someone behind me, so I was anxious about being dropped and causing him to be dropped, too.  I felt much better when the wheel (big guy) I was following fell off and I turned around and realized that the guy on my wheel was long gone, too.  We then followed a white jersey guy and the white jersey guy pulled us onto the 508 guy.  The 508 guy was fantastic.  He was steady like rock.  It was the perfect paceline.  His only problem was that he was extremely fast through the corners and would drop us all and we would be clamoring back on.  Eventually, after one corner, I gave up, realizing I would not be able to jump on.  The big guy said “he’s something in the corners. Let’s get him.”  He was able to catch him, but the white jersey guy and I weren’t.  We got on another line and everything was good again.

I stayed in pacelines until mile 42 when the headwinds blew me off.

Lots of people I know passed me and said hi.  Throughout the day, I kept being passed by the same people over and over again. That was really nice.  I liked being able to recognize people and I liked the feeling of everyone being in it together. I like riding alone, but I really like seeing people as I ride.  Everyone seems so nice and supportive.

Cobb was okay.  It was slow, but at least twice as fast as the last time I did it.  I was happy about Cobb.  I was riding on and off with a SF Randonnuer guy, whose name I never caught.  He told me that the last time he did Davis Double and went up Cobb, a guy standing on the side of the road in Cobb offered to sell him some Meth.  Wondering if it would help his performance, he considered buying it for  moment, but was able to resist the temptation.

The descent down Cobb on Seigler Canyon contained a large and nasty dip.  The dip was freshly painted a fluorescent orange when I went by, but it was not painted until after 5-6 people crashed.  I could see the fluorescent paint, but I could not really see the dip until I was close to it.  The pavement was sunken down, but it was not cracked, so it was difficult to see.  At the top of Cobb, we were warned that people were crashing on Seigler and to be careful.  At that time the people at the rest stop did not know what was taking people down, they just knew that people were crashing.

Chris of GPC crashed on Loch Lomond when he flatted going fast down the descent.  He was so happy that he was not badly hurt.  He finished the ride.

My favorite part of the ride occurred about 2 minutes after the start.  I had parked on the street along the high school a block away from the start.  The course went right by my car, so I was able to stop and turn off the dome car lights I had left on.

I bonked around mile 150, going along highway 16 though the Cache Creek area toward Guida and the Cache Creek Casino.  The ride to the Guida rest stop was slow and very painful.  I thought that I would never get there and I was dreaming of food.  I hadn’t eaten breakfast, because I didn’t want to have to get up before 3 am and is the meal you eat at 3 am really breakfast?  Isn’t that just a late night snack?  Honestly, who thinks that getting up at 3 am for a bike ride is reasonable?  (or before 3 am, if I were to eat?)  What was I thinking?  I skipped lunch, because it was hot at that rest stop, I didn’t feel like eating, and the last time I ate before going up Resurrection, I spent much of the climb chanting “Don’t puke, don’t puke, don’t puke.”  I wasn’t really surprised that I felt lousy at mile 150, but that knowledge didn’t make me feel any better.  My on bike temperature for the day also reached its maximum during that section.  I saw 101 at one point.  (The on bike readings are always higher than regular air temperatures.)

I sang the Merry Minuet to myself over and over.  I haven’t heard this song in years.  My mom would sing it too me when I was a kid.  I learned this song at the beginning of the Iran religious takeover and hostage crisis in the late 70s.  At the time, I was stunned that lyrics seemed so timely for a song written in the late 40s/early 50s.  My mom had said that people don’t change.

By the time I got to Guida, mile 162.8,  I felt pretty bad.  I felt like I was starving, but all food was unappealing.  I ate a peanut butter and banana sandwich, which was quite unappealing but I ate it anyway.  I had a can of V8, because it was the only thing that actually appealed.  I paced around the rest stop, hoping to feel better, but I never really did, so eventually I left.  I don’t sit at these later rest stops, because I have a hard time getting going again.  I feel very faint and become unable to get back up.  My blood pressure seems to plummet.  I do better if I keep moving.  I am like a shark.

CASINO!  The last time I did Davis, I rode by the Cache Creek Casino in complete darkness, which was horrible.  Dreadful.  The traffic was heavy, the road was narrow and I was blinded by the lights from the constant stream of oncoming cars.  I couldn’t see the side of the road, so I rode further into the lane than necessary.  Riding by the casino during the daylight is not that bad at all.  I can see the road and the traffic is much lighter.   The lane is wide enough for most cars to pass me without problems.  The difference was night and day.

I threw up along this section.  I have never actually thrown up while actually still riding and I was really happy that no one was behind me.  Pierce referred to it as a moving violation, a quip I appreciated.

I hung around the last rest stop, looking at food with a combination of longing and disgust.  After I while, I grew tired of circling and left with Steve, Alfie and Pierce.  Hanging on their wheels was great.  Eventaully we hit a headwind and I was blown off the back, dropping from 19 mph to 13, but I was feeling better, so all was good.  I was slightly confused at this point and completely alone. I was glad for the road markings, because I wasn’t really able to deal with the route sheet. I got on someone’s wheel for the last few miles, which was great.  He seemed to be happy that I was with him and I got in two minutes before sunset and everything seemed fantastic.

I was eventually able to eat again.  I ate slowly, but got down some beans and a coke.  I am fond of beans.  I needed the coke, in order to drive my self back home and not fall asleep.  I visited with LisaJ, Tony, Alfie and LisaLisa, Steve, Jim and Pierce.  Steve showed me how to operate the spot tracking system I had been carrying around all day.  JasonMc had wanted me to use it, but I couldn’t figure out how to turn on the tracking in the 15 seconds of consideration I had given it in the morning before starting the ride. Steve told me to turn it on for the drive home, so that when I drive off the road into some bushes, they would be able to find me.

LisaLisa tried to die last year when her aorta dissected.  She was at home when it happened, Alfie called 911 immediately, the ambulance responded quickly, she had the surgery at Summit for the repair and she did not die.  The odds weren’t in her favor and she is lucky.  She is facing possible more surgery in the future, a scary prospect for them both.  LisaLisa did a little over 40 miles today.   Steve’s regular riding partner, KenE is in the hospital recovering from coronary bypass surgery after his heart attack last Saturday.  He went into cardiac arrest while on a bike ride and was found by an off-duty nurse, who did CPR.  The ambulance came quickly and he also lived.  LisaJ did 46 miles today, riding out to the first rest stop with her husband, Tony, and Steve and then retruning to the start.  She is having surgery on Thursday and will find out then the stage of her cancer.

I only have a limited number of riding days left to me and I was glad I did yesterday’s ride.

The most questionable part of the whole day was the planned ride home.  If I felt sleepy I was going to stop in Dixon and stay the night there.  I am not a good driver and I once feel asleep driving home after a 300k.   I did fine and didn’t even feel sleepy as I drove along the highway in the dark, singing old disco songs along with radio.