Monday, March 16, 2015

The Battle of Titans

I sold my Ibis Mojo 26-inch wheeled bike last week. I cried. Heck, would not you cry over losing a bike this pretty?





This is the bike that traveled the world with me: MTB Himachal in 2008, Beskydy Challenge in Poland in 2010, BC Bike Race in 2011, more riding in BC, unforgettable rides in Washington state, and eight years of fun on California trails.
But progress cannot be stopped and I simply believe that 29" is the right size of wheels for me. Big wheels are on my hardtail and the fat bike as well (26" fat rim + huge tire = 29+). So it was time to look for a new bike - a full suspension trail 29er. After hours spent poring over bike websites, forums, reviews, spec sheets etc., I narrowed the final contest to two models: Ibis Ripley XO1 build and Specialized Stumpjumper FSR Evo Carbon Expert. I admit, I started the whole selection and comparison process hugely biased towards the Ripley. I like modern, clean designs and the Ripley is a piece of art. The other bike's name is so long, you forget what you wanted to talk about when you actually say the whole thing.

Looking at geometry numbers, it was clear that I should compare Ripley XL against Stumpy L or XL - some numbers suggested large, others extra large. Clearly, the Stumpy is a much bigger bike. An opportunity presented itself in the form of Passion Trails bike shop demo event, they had both bikes available for test rides. Proximity of the bike shop to my old home turf at Water Dog was really nice, too, since I could ride the same loop on two bikes without thinking about navigation during the first test.

Test 1: Ibis Ripley
Setup: 2x10 XT drivetrain, Fox 34 140mm fork, Fox CTD shock, Ibis carbon 941 rims, Schwalbe Nobby Nic (F) and Racing Ralph (R), KS Lev dropper post. Note that Ibis does not sell Ripley with these components.
On the road ride from shop to trails, I immediately noticed two things: how light the bike felt and a very upright position. On the trails, I felt like sitting too high. My test loop started with some steep climbing and here I just could not believe how well the bike climbed. Unreal, no need to use the T setting on the shock, I left it fully open. The only disturbance on this climb was some creaking from the bearings (Ibis rep said they were on their 3rd design of bearing bolts and eccentrics to reduce creaking, but this DW design puts extreme load onto the bearings); as well as terrible noises coming from the seatpost head. On rocky downhills the bike felt good, but I had to concentrate on picking the right line. Series of tight downhill switchbacks were easily carved without much need for unclipping the inside pedal. The uphill corkscrew on Finch trail was almost too easy. Returning back on John Brooks, I hit a small ladder over a tree root, a feature I had ridden over countless times before. The bike front popped up over the lip and before I knew it, the front wheel landed on the side of trail and quickly washed out down the steep slope. Half endo and landing on face and all fours in a dense poison oak brush followed a millisecond later. Not a bad crash but totally surprising at an unexpected spot. And yes, I dropped the chain once.

Test 2: Specialized Stumpy (by now you know what bike I talk about)
Setup: 100% stock, 1x11 SRAM X1/X01 drivetrain, Rock Shox Pike 140mm fork, Fox CTD shock with autosag, Alu 29mm wide rims, Spec tires Butcher (F) and Slaughter (R), Spec Command post.
My first impression on pavement was that I was riding a chopper bike after seeing the front tire rolling what seemed like a long distance in front of me. Second impression was of remarkable acceleration after each pedal stroke. Then I realized that my position on this bike felt completely natural, that is I did not actually realize any change in position over what I was used to before. Temperature rose about 5 degrees by the time I hit the first climb compared to three hours ago, I had to sit on the nose of saddle, but remarkably, the bike powered up series of steep pitches with no tendencies for floppy front, no signs of rear tire slip. It just felt a bit harder than on the Ripley. Oh yes, another shocker: there were absolutely no sounds coming of this bike. No chain rattle, no creaks. Just thumping of tires and wind noise in my deaf ears. I approached the downhill switchbacks expecting the need for dabbing down and more body English, but as far as I could tell, my tires followed the exact path I took on the Ripley. Lowering the seat post to the middle position was difficult - the saddle always dropped all the way and only locked in the middle upon rising. No shifter on the left bar allowed for more fiddling with the dropper lever, which is designed really well. The twisty Finch uphill required a bit more room for the front wheel to arc around, by now I felt pretty tired, but made the climb without a problem, just wishing for more supportive saddle. On the downhills, the bike was an absolute blast and I went over the crash site ladder barely noticing it.

The rides by numbers:


Winner by the numbers: Ibis Ripley. I was 31 seconds of moving time faster on the Ripley. That would seem significant on a 5.5 mile loop that takes an hour to ride. This could translate to 3.5 minutes during a 7-hour bike race stage! Upon closer look, it surprised me how close all the numbers were on these two rides. That means I am a consistent rider and also there was no real difference between these two bikes judged by these results.

Here is the test loop:

Winner by the $$$: Stumpy hands down at $5900. Similarly equipped Ripley, although with carbon rims and a fancy cane Creek shock costs shocking $7300.

Final verdict: The Ripley represents Silicon Valley innovative thinking and artistic design of a small company, whereas the Stumpy is a product of refined engineering of an industry giant. I usually prefer to spend my hard earned bucks with a small guy who tries to make it, but in this case, the uncertainty about making friends with Ripley were just too much for me to accept. I plunked a deposit down on the Stumpy and I look forward to take my new bike through a test of relationship this summer. 

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Year's End Multisport

I realize that my blogging activity has dropped off significantly last year. I often thought about reasons for this Jan's B-log existence and the more I thought of it, the fewer reasons I could come up with. I am just a regular guy with a day job and a mortgage who enjoys the outdoors and rides bikes. My activities are no adventures and frankly I see no valid reason why anybody should waste time to read my notes.
In a recap, the 2014 has been a busy, sometimes stressful, but overall a very successful year for us. Marketa has graduated with a Master's degree from a US university (her second Master's), something nobody in our extended families has ever achieved. I found a new job that I enjoy tremendously, returned from the rainy Northwest to sunny California, bought a house and still found time to run and bike. Whatever few pockets of existential vacuum I had got filled with purpose, meaning and directions. I don't feel much need to share on the Internet, or seek external validation for what I do or think. I like to share photos with friends and family and I still log some longer runs and rides onto Garmin Connect, just for archival purposes. I guess there are some plans for months and years to come that could make an interesting blog post or few, but I am sure these will be few and far apart.
Yet the end of old year and transition to a new year and the time off is usually an opportunity for spending more time outside and the last two weeks were active ones, so here is a quick description.

Solstice Ride
On the day of Winter Solstice, Jill, Beat and Liehann planned a long ride through preserves of the South Bay:

Jill's planned route in Strava

This was an opportunity for me to try riding a 50+ mile ride after many months of much shorter rides, and in a wet, muddy weather, too. One third into the planned distance I cramped badly, decided to continue at a bailout option, almost passed out on the climb up Montevina and finished after sunset. Here is what my Garmin recorded:

Jan's Garmin track

Christmas Runs
On Christmas Eve, having the traditional Czech fish and potato salad dinner ready, we went for an afternoon run at Del Valle, enjoyed the dramatic lighting and freshly green hills, only to get completely soaked by a strong rain shower on return. This run's photo was picked by us as our "Pour Feliciter 2015" greeting after sifting through hundreds of 2014 photos.
 
Belated PF 2015


On Christmas Day, I wanted to show Marketa the new John Nicholas trail in Sanborn park. We started  at Saratoga Gap on a cold and very windy day. No matter how hard we tried to keep ourselves warm by efforts on this challenging trail, we had to cut the run short after 8 miles feeling hypothermic.

New Year at Tahoe
A week long trip to Tahoe, or more exactly Soda Springs area, with friends was supposed to be all relaxation and good times. It was all that, plus a few days of diverse snow activities. When we arrived at the cabin, temperature dropped to 12F (3F at night) and winds picked up, with strong gusts blowing swirls of fresh snow around Serene Lake. 

The lakes were frozen and provided a nice firm surface for some fat bike lessons and early morning loops. Downhill skiing at Sugar Bowl yielded icy pistes and wind drifted layer of sugar snow. It was a sunny day and the slopes were not packed, so we managed to ski non stop, but for the hideous amounts of money they demand for lift tickets, it was not much.


Cross-country skiing at Royal Gorge the next day at warmer temperatures  was much more enjoyable and resulted even in a small adventure when we tried to connect to trails through some ungroomed terrain and ended up falling into deep snow in unpassable terrain. It was a tough trip for adults and two young boys, sons of our friends, did a great job of finishing on very tired legs.


Soda Springs Road Fatbiking
I brought my fat bike along for this vacation, hoping to scout out some riding in the area. One possibility was to cross Serene Lake and continue onto Soda Springs road, which is a public road that eventually reaches Foresthill and goes all the way to Auburn, probably more that 70-80 miles out. My goal was much more modest - I just wanted to see if the road was rideable at all. I was advised by a skier that there was a settlement about six miles down into the valley and that I should definitely stick to trail to avoid some unpleasant encounters. The first mile of trail was well packed by snowshoers, except a terribly rutted spot where some teenagers buried their two trucks in deep snow. Beyond that, the trail switchbacked through some sunny open slopes and snow surface was fast.

The next two or three miles were in deep woods, shaded and cool and riding downhill was easy. I stopped few times and tested the snow for climbing up and it seemed to hold fine. There were two snowmobile tracks - one up and one down I assumed - and I hoped that the drive belt track would be firm enough for what would be an extended climb back up. I rode through some beautiful backcountry, crossed some streams and noticed that many trees around me were huge cedars, the trail was littered with cedar cones at some spots. At mile 6 I noticed "No trespassing" signs on trees around me, actually they read "Please, no trespassing" so I thought whoever lived here were nice people. Shortly after that, I saw log cabins and houses scattered around in the woods. No smoke rose from the stone chimneys and I could see no vehicles, but this was undoubtedly the Cedars Community. The forest opened up to a large meadow and as I got off the bike to cross some very icy section of the trail, I saw a wolf standing in the middle of a clearing, about 150 yards away, looking straight at me. As I frantically reached for the camera, the animal slowly turned around and walked away. Just as I randomly snapped the first shot without checking any camera settings, the wolf stopped for a moment, looked at me once more, then disappeared into the trees.

Wolf!

The same wolf after about 5x digital zoom
I ate my lunch standing and feeling uneasy, not about wild animals but rather because I knew there were some people around I could not see or hear. The trail was very icy towards a creek crossing, but then seemed to have good snow cover climbing up the opposite side of the valley. There was no guarantee of a snowmobile track, though, and I knew what took an hour down would be about twice as long coming back up. It was a slow and hard climb, as expected, but the snow held up nicely most of the way, so except few spots in hairpin turns, where the snowmobile had churned the snow up, it was all saddle time. The GPS track is here: http://connect.garmin.com/modern/activity/664348470
The Cedars settlement is marked on Open Street maps, but Google maps ignore its existence. It was probably possible to ride a mile further to the North Fork of American River, but I think that beyond that it would be hard to continue if the snow was not packed.

Hike to Hole in the Ground and PCT
Our last day of vacation, we parked at Boreal Ridge ski area and hiked up the connector trail towards PCT. I wanted to see if this trail and the famous HTG would be good for snow biking. The fist section of what is a fire road in summer was packed down by many snowshoers, hikers and back country skiers. After an intersection with HTG, the trail pitched steeply up and while being still very solid surface, I suspect it would be beyond (at least mine) ability to pedal on a fat bike. The HTG trail itself had a deep snow cover and except some snow shoe footprints, it was untracked. It is a narrow singletrack through some very technical rocky terrain and I guess not at all bikeable.

The connector trail eventually reaches the PCT at Castle Pass at 7880 ft and a short hike above the intersection resulted in some very nice views.


One possibility here could be riding a snowmobile trail shown on the map below, but it seemed fairly steep at the bottom and it is an out and back trail.


So since my fat bike days in Seattle, this was my first foray into the Sierras on a snow bike. Soda Springs trail is very beautiful and under the right conditions, it could lead to a longer (or much longer) ride, although it goes through some very remote areas with few possibilities of reaching roads if needed. Donner summit is hopeless for fat biking, except the power line trail between Sugar Bowl ski resort and Royal Gorge. Royal Gorge XC has few loops open to fat bikes, but all of those were closed at this time, and riding here requires a $27 trail pass. There may be some more trails between Tahoe City and Truckee, but I think that local knowledge would be essential for having fun on a fat bike around Tahoe. Let's hope that there will be more snow and chances to explore the vast area during the winter of 2015.



Sunday, November 30, 2014

Back to Mendocino, This Time on Foot

Since my August trip to mountain bike the very awesome trails around Mendocino, I have really wanted to show Marketa some of the easy trails in the area. There are enough beginner's trails for at least three days of riding just south and north of town, as well as some sand for fat biking, and that was our plan until a few days before the departure. A weather forecast called for couple of strong systems moving through Northern California over the Thanksgiving Holidays. Knowing how bad these rain storms could be on the coast (drove through one in December 2012 on our way to Seattle), we decided to leave the bikes at home and packed trail running gear instead.

As we drove through the Anderson Valley where the vineyards shone bright yellow and red, illuminated by the low autumn sun, we recalled how in the past years, we would leave the turkey in the oven to its own slow protein denaturation process and go for a run or bike ride. This year, we decided to leave all things "Thanksgiving" behind and have a vacation.

While the Anderson Valley is most visited by wine connoisseurs, we found Henry Woods redwoods and the adjacent apple farm to satisfy our needs: an hour walk, three bags of apples and couple of bottles of fresh apple juice.
After we checked into our cabin on the coast in Little River, we started our two day feast of seafood at a great place called Wild Fish.  Oysters, local catch, Hush Vineyards Sauvignon Blanc, North Coast brewery beer, much better than wrestling with the bird at home!
Next morning, the promised rain arrived but we were prepared and went for a trail run at the Van Damme state park. A flat trail (open to bikes, too) first followed the river through a fern canyon, then crossed the river and pitched steeply up and climbed to a plateau where the Pygmy forest area is.


If you go east from the rugged coast, through the redwood groves and up these step-wise plateaus, you will go essentially through a staircase of ecosystems, ending with blooming rhododendrons. As we turned around and entered a singletrack looping back to the canyon, the rain almost stopped and we enjoyed the narrow, loamy and rooty trail.

In the late afternoon, we went to check out Glass Beach in Fort Bragg. A place of an old landfill, the ocean has rounded broken glass into sparkly pebbles. I expected the whole beach to be made of glass, so the occasional layer of glass in the sand was bit of a disappointment.

Apparently the ruby red glass is very rare - some 50-ies car tail lights, I guess.

The pile of Dungeness crab and fish and chips accompanied again with local wine and a sampler of six North Coast brews did not disappoint. Run beautiful trails, eat great seafood, drink beer, sleep at the sounds of crashing waves - I liked this vacation agenda.
Saturday morning looked almost sunny, of course until we left the car at the trail head at the Russian Gulch state park. This being the day of our drive home, we thought that fast hiking would be enough of an activity. Again, the trail heads east from the beach through another fern canyon (seems that each eastward pointing trail here is named Fern Canyon Trail) until it split into a loop around a waterfall.

On the last leg of this six mile hike, the rain intensified into a downpour and my reasoning that it was "just two miles" to go and not worth to pull out my waterproof pants from the backpack, left me soaked through from waist down, despite making a fast pace. My jeans being my only non-running pants, I brought that Mendo rain water with me all the way to drought suffering Pleasanton. When did that last happen to me in California?

Cabrillo Light Station, Russian Gulch State Park

Sunday, November 9, 2014

No Sympathy from the Devil's Mountain

Mt. Diablo is an omnipresent feature of the Tri Valley. It is quite nice to have a 3800 ft high mountain in the backyard. Daily light changes paint the double-headed monster in lovely colors, severe weather makes it look really scary, and an occasional marine layer that sneaks through the 580 corridor and gets stuck in the mountain's mid section makes it look like a fourteener.
I have been to the summit and some trails on Mt. Diablo on foot and on bike several times before, but did not know too many trails there. We went to explore and called it a trail run, knowing that the uphill sections will be a fast hike, if that.

Starting at the Junction, the Summit trail is a relentless climb. It goes up the western slope along the Summit road, meaning it is sunny and exposed. Luckily, today was a pleasant 73F, but this was a sweaty climb.

The viewtower stayed in sight most of the way, except the last few hundred yards of rocky trail above the paved section where the road cyclists weaver at speeds of 2-3 mph.

Few obligatory summit pictures, water refill and we continued east on the North Peak trail. This is one of the few bike legal singletracks on the mountain. Sliding down steep, narrow, rocky trail covered by ball bearing size rocks, with quite an exposure on the right, I started to doubt my idea of coming to ride here. Any other tail in this park would be much safer for mountain bikes.


On the "back side", we decided to loop north on Bald Ridge instead of continuing to the wide and smooth Prospector's gap trail. Bald Ridge was neither bald, nor really a ridge. This was a super narrow and rocky trail perched on a rocky wall just below the summit, overgrown with thick vegetation and going up and down over spines of rocky outcroppings all the time. Its last section before the Meridian Rd was actually very pretty, lava rocks and pines, kind of like in Hawaii.

We dropped way down to a dry creek bottom and started a long climb on fire road switchbacks. Here, our legs clearly let us know that there was enough climbing for the day. After a struggle, we reached the ridge not too far below the summit again and jogged down a gentle slope of Juniper trail.

The last leg down the Junction trail was an exercise in making tired legs slow down on a loose surface, eliciting some sharp pain in my right knee - this pain has been silent since MTB Himachal in 2008. Back at the car after 8.8 miles and over 2500 vertical feet, our supply of fruit and mineral water evaporated before we even managed to take our dusty shoes off. The Devil's mountain had no sympathy on us, and we continue to respect it.


Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Still here

I realized that this blog has been in a hiatus for more than two months now. It's not a lack of ideas that kept me from writing into the blogosphere, in fact, I have mulled over post ideas on my runs or bike rides. Yes, I still ride my bikes and go running, pretty regularly. In addition, there is my regular upper body strengthening routine (actually, I should be working out now instead of typing...), Bikram yoga on weekend, and also work.
On the side, we also shopped for a house, bought a home, got out of our lease, moved, set up the new place etc etc etc. So now I understand what it means poring over avalanches of paperwork trying to understand what the heck did I actually sign and making trips to Home Depot instead of REI and bike shops.

Well, at least I have now what I have been wishing for all my past life - a bike shop corner in my own garage!


As the daylight got shorter and shorter over October, I tried to make my ~ 7 mile run up Pleasanton Ridge from the Moller Canyon area to see the sun getting down and viewing the hills all colored gold then pink (above). I also rode my "road" bike 29er with 45mm slicks around Pleasanton. The photo below was taken on Mendelhall Road on my way up from Del Valle - the road on the opposite slope is Mines Rd which goes all the way to Mt. Hamilton.

 There were also some really nice mountain bike rides, for instance riding with Beat and Liehann at Demo  etc. These rides, lot less frequent than in the past, somehow make me feel more excited about mountain biking and fill me with sense of happiness every time I ride.
Late October, I went to Czech Republic to give a talk at a conference and this trip has turned into an adventure in science and culture, as well as some long overdue bonding and catching up with my family. The conference highlight was a tour of my home town, including a visit at the Gregor Mendel museum, the most famous Moravian scientist (don't believe Wikipedia about him being Austrian!).

It was actually fun to play a tourist in the city I was born in and I really enjoyed the night on town in company of esteemed scientists and my former colleagues.



If you go to Brno, don't miss the St. Peter's Gothic church and the Old Town Hall with the famous Brno Dragon and the wheel - you will have to study the legends yourself.
I also got some (not enough) time with my family, received a copy of my mother's memoirs from the author herself (thanks mom!) and even saw my son and his girlfriend ripping some muddy trails on the way to Jelen's Ranch for a tasty plate of tenderloin.

From the Czech Republic, I swung over to Bavaria for a few days of work, but managed to go for one 10km trail run around an area called Osterseen, a system of lakes and marshes connected by waterways. Southern Germany had very rainy summer and torrential rains before my arrival have turned the trails into streams.


The Alps were close (about 45km to GaPa), but there was not enough time to travel south.

Instead, on my way to Munich airport, I stopped at the Buchheim Museum of Fantasy - a place filled with expressionist art from Die Brucke group. The building itself was a functionalist gem as well.


Fall in Europe is such a nice time, and as expected, it was picture pretty in Iffeldorf, a village that looked like it was just pasted into the landscape from a coffee table photo book. But it was real - even a photo amateur like me did not have a problem snapping a kitch picture.


Back at home, the time change made it no longer possible to catch a sunset at the Ridge, but I keep my bike light charged and commute to work regularly. Weekend mountain bike rides are fun and blowing fallen leaves in the yard seems like a small price to pay for all this fun. Lets see what there will be to blog in another two or three months.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Murphy Mack's Mendocino Mountain Bike Madness - aka The M5


I just got back from this event. I just somehow stumbled upon it online a few months ago, and others already wrote about previous editions and posted better photos. Everything that the Superpro Racing web page advertised was true. If you love mountain biking on really (I mean really) good trails, in redwoods, with a group of friendly people, then you should regret you were not there (about 120 of us were).

The Woodlands Camp is a special place on its own, deep in a ravine about 10 miles east of Mendocino town. The surrounding areas have been explored and trails built by a group of local enthusiasts, who, for some unclear reason, want to share their secret with the rest of us and gladly guided us on their trails.

What the organizer's web page does not tell you is that besides three days of intense, absolutely fantastic riding, you will meet interesting people, mountain bikers who, for a change, won't try to impress you by "dude, sick lines, dude" speak, or long descriptions of their past races, or bore you by some other sort of shallow "sports talk". There were many very skilled riders who went out for all day hammer fests, even on medium rides the level of skills was high, but this was not a race and the first rule of group rides was that you were responsible for the rider behind you at every trail intersection (it worked).


Well organized, well supplied by quality food and adult beverages, laid back and super friendly atmosphere. As a surprise, there was a wedding ceremony under the big trees on Saturday night, and the women to be married had to walk down an isle made of people holding their bikes upright. Dancing party, more talking to interesting characters, more beer...

I came back very tired, but with knowledge that the mountain biking spirit (bike sprite?) is well and alive here and that I will be counting days to the 2015 M5. Thanks Murphy!


Sunday, August 17, 2014

Uncharted (Morgan) Territory

The hills surrounding Pleasanton are visible from pretty much any place in tow. Besides "The Ridge", the horizon is dominated by Mt. Diablo and Morgan Territory to the north and east. I have ridden around and up to Diablo summit in 2011, all on pavement. This time, I was interested whether there was a trail connection between the two parks. Neither of the official park maps showed a clear connection (Morgan being East Bay regional park and Diablo a state park). Some online sources suggested there was a way, and a detailed trail map of Mt. Diablo confirmed it.

Bay Area, 21st Century
Gravel bike paths took me easily out of Pleasanton and into Livermore, where I crossed I-580 and within a quarter mile, the scenery changed from suburban sprawl to deserted ranch land. The flat roads continued for a bit more, then after a turn onto Morgan territory Road the climb started.

Climbing to the radio tower on the horizon
The climb felt easy and I was really enjoying the scenery. As the road twisted around canyons and grassy hills, views of the valley down west were revealed.

It looks like there should be caravans of camels on this picture, instead, I saw lots of cows, horses, three donkeys and an ostrich. I arrived at the park staging area thinking how easy the hill was. Here, while refilling water supplies and fixing a dragging rear rotor, I spoke with a road cyclist and racer, Vojtek, originally from Poland. He noticed my Beskidy Challenge jersey, and it turned out he used to be involved in that race and even worked as the course photographer.


 Here, the first paved section of the ride ended and I hit the dirt roads. These were smoothly graded fire road highways, with surprisingly good amount of tree cover for shade.

There were lots of absurdly steep short pitches, several fantastic descents and the views of double-headed Devil's mountain changed depending on the view angle.
 
 
 I came to an intersection where I could have continued along the high ridge, or drop steeply down towards Sulfur Spring trail. Despite my legs were turning into two columns made of mashed potatoes, I chose the downhill, knowing well that I would have to get back up, actually higher, on the slopes of Mt. Diablo.

Sulfur creek was dry as a bone and except a mud bog with lots of hoof prints and an empty structure, there was not much here at the canyon bottom, other than a steep road up. I climbed around a knoll where the views opened up briefly before dropping down again towards Old Finley Road.

Navigation was really easy, as every intersection was marked with a post and trail names. I guess Old Finley fire road runs along the boundary between the two parks, I took Oyster Point trail, which is on Mt. Diablo park land, and appears to be one of the few bike legal singletracks in the park. As such, it did not add much to the park trail quality reputation. It was steep and very rutted, forcing me off the bike often. I was spent by now and thought that a fire road would have been a better choice. Further up, the incline lessened somewhat and the trail surface improved and I was able to ride with something resembling a rhythm. As I climbed, the surrounding nature changed from grass, oaks and chaparral to sandstone formations and pines.

From where the singletrack ended, I had another 1.5 miles of climbing on a sandy fire road to the park road. The Diablo summit with its stone lookout tower seemed really close, but the idea of another 1500 or so vertical feet seemed really bad at this point.

The descent on South Gate road was a welcome change for my tired legs and I cruised down the hill thinking that the tough part was behind me. All downhill from here! Wrong, there were some more climbs on Blackhawk and the manicured developments around were not pleasing to look at. I thought how designed neighborhoods look like prisons to me, despite the luxury homes and expensive cars on the road. But there was an advantage to being back in civilization: a cold bottle of Gatorade at a gas station.
The final 7 or so miles on the Iron Horse trail could be described as the final push home while running on empty, except I got to talk to a fellow cyclist who used to work in Czech republic, ran a Prague marathon and cycled around the country. Chatting made the last miles go by quickly, and cold Pilsner never tasted better at the finish.