We planned to ride RAPSody 2013 (Ride Around Puget Sound), a two-day event, this weekend. However, Paula took ill during the week with a cold that would keep her off the bicycle. With a gorgeous August Saturday in offing Timothy opted to do a ride closer to home and found one listed by John Kay, a fellow High Performance Cycling member. John is training for the High Pass Challenge and put together a route featuring a number of climbs. Paula felt well enough to drive Timothy to the start at Gene Coulon Memorial Beach Park.
When you slow down a bit and actually talk to people on a ride you sometimes come away feeling rather privileged by the company. John Kay retired from an electrical engineering career with Boeing over a decade ago. He’s taught karate since 1974 and he and his wife run a martial arts school. He also rides a Harley Davidson. He’s done marathons and mountain climbing and now enthusiastically embraces cycling. Mike runs a physical rehabilitation center in Issaquah. Both have businesses and families. The two of them swapped too many stories to recount here, but they’ve certainly gotten around.
Mike Hatzakis (left), another High Performance Cycling member, joined the ride. John Kay (left) ready to go.
We weren’t the only group setting out. This team was just getting their group together.
Looking at Seattle from the top of the first climb
Lake Washington seen through the trees.
The top of the Tiger Mt. climb in the rain. Sadly the climb doesn’t go very far up Tiger Mt.
John Kay shows off his Tiger tatoo.
His eagle tatoo.
On his back John has a rendition of the Frank Frazetta painting of Conan the Barbarian.
A brief lunch stop in Ravendale.
A study of saddles.
John and Mike chatted quite a bit.
Mike going for it
A farm off of SE Jones Rd.
The Renton Municipal Airport.
The Renton Municipal Airport.
Post ride bliss. Timothy succumbed to the siren call of woodfired piza at Pizzeria Pulchinella.
Day 2 of RSVP took us from Bellingham to Vancouver. Photos do better than words in describing our journey. But these words, inscribed on a marker along the way, work pretty well.
“This stone stands to mark the Earth, where a Norwegian youth, named Knute B. Aker, established his homestead, April 14, 1886, and struck with axe, strength and vision to turn a wilderness into productive soil. Through the years, with the help of God, sturdy energy, and determination, he realized his dream: produced a life marked by abundance and happiness as he marched forward with America. In 1950, Knute Aker retired, and leaves this memorial to remind the youth of today that the future is bright, and the Earth a willing ally, for those with the will to do.”
Fascinating skies heading out of Bellingham on Day 2
Hard to get the exposure right while riding
But you get the idea
More fun skies and fields
And trees and skies and fields
And wide open roads and skies and fields
Inspiration along the way
Words to live by
One of many appealing farm buildings
We pacelined with this guy for a great stretch on Day 1. Would have again on Day 2. But a photo stop beckoned …
Gave up pacelining to stop for these shots
First one side …
… and then the other
More junk art
You guessed it
Finally, we left the farm …
… and headed closer to …
Picking Canadian berries, while waiting for Customs
More Canadian berries
We had a half-hour wait. For some, it was 90 minutes.
Made it onto Canadian roads …
… only to gash a tire while racing up a roller.
Timothy went to work …
patching the tire (we later stopped in Fort Langley for a new one) …
while Paula shot what turned out to be Bob’s group!
More of Bob’s group.
This guy was not in Bob’s group. Skateboarding from Seattle to Vancouver!
Actual Canadian Cyclists coming at us
The Golden Ears Bridge in metro Vancouver
Obvoiusly, it has great lines
Heading into downtown Vancouver!
Over the weekend we experienced our first STP – Seattle to Portland – a 204-mile, 10,000-plus-rider trek run by Cascade Bicycle Club. What a ride! At the risk of sounding hokey … it was as much about all the people as it was about the pedaling (and the pedaling was pretty spectacular). But the people made it truly stellar. And indeed, very heartwarming.
As much a party as a rest stop early on.
Not a bad place to have a farm.
Great News: He has an extra friction shifter on hand. Life is great!
We didn’t need lemonade, but how could we not stop!
More long-time providers – serving banana bread at the top of a hill.
The Hipsta version, Take 3
Approaching the bridge between Longview, Wash., and Rainier, Ore.
Just a few miles to go, heading over the Willamette River in Portland.
The folks lining the streets and the entry into the park were just amazing. It was WONDERFUL to be welcomed that way. Thank you!
Some of what has left such a glow:
- Our fellow riders. Such a diversity of cyclists, all committed to covering 204 miles (some of them in one day). There were plenty of super-strong riders. There also were plenty of less strong, less experienced riders and, given the way our butts are feeling right now, we can’t imagine what going this distance was like for them. There was the guy covering 200 miles on a unicycle, and the one hauling a dog. Kids on tandems with a parent, and a number of kids who looked no older than 12 riding regular bikes with a parent or two trailing behind. There was the bike with two parents and one kid (what is that called? A trip-dem?) There were the costumed riders, and the ones who have been doing it for two decades (or more), and the 78-year-old guy, and the riders from all over the world …
- The rest stops. There were the major stops, with sponsors such as Clif and REI, and the mini-stops, run by community organizations as fundraisers. Not only were there LOTS of them, but they were packed with volunteers who were downright friendly and caring, even after hours upon hours of pouring water and spreading peanut butter.
- The unofficial stops. Some residents just set up their own little stops, like the kid with the lemonade stand or the guy on the side of the road spraying us with water as we neared the finish.
- The top-notch mechanics. We had first-hand experience, and what a great experience it was.
- The diversity of overnight lodging possibilities. Many people camped out at Centralia College, either inside or outside. Others stayed in motels there or further down the road. Still others, including us, paid to stay with area families, who host STP riders to raise money for a variety of organizations. We had such a great time with our hosts, a newly retired teacher and firefighter, who made us right at home, fed us, chatted with us, and overall were a key to our great experience.
- The festivals at the halfway point and the finish. Two big parties, a chance to kick back and relax and celebrate and just have a great time. With both chocolate milk and beer as recovery drinks.
- The support crews and decorum enforcers who traveled the route by bike, motorcycle and car.
- The Cascade folks who made it all work flawlessly. OK, they’ve been doing this for so many years that they should have it down to a science. And they do. Like clockwork, perfectly organized, perfectly executed, a massive event with intricate logistics that flowed seamlessly.
- The scenery. Coupled with the weather.
- The diversity of riding experiences. On the first day, with a greater density of people starting at the same place and more or less the same time, we got the pleasure of a number of impromptu pacelines as riders of similar speed and abilities joined up. That was simply a blast and we rolled at a nice zippy clip. On the second day, when we started a bit late and also behind a lot of fast riders who closer to Portland, we took our time and stopped to take a lot of pictures. In between we motored speedily on our own — but were happy to stop and savor the full experience, not just the “we’re tough and we can ride far and fast” experience.
- The folks scattered here and there along the route, ringing cowbells and cheering. These people were terrific and such a great boost.
- The finish festival — and especially, the crowds that lined the blocks heading into the festival and those at the finish itself. It actually made us sort of misty-eyed. Riding those last several blocks was just one big happy grin. Not because we’d finished the ride, which for us wasn’t a huge deal. But because these people made it so spectacular for us.
See below for lots more photos!