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Day 39 – Thursday,
July 26, 2001
San Simeon State
Park, CA to Lompoc, CA
96.69 Miles
14.37 Average Speed
6:43:39 Ride Time
7:00 am Departure
5:30 pm Arrival
2433.09 Total Trek Miles
We awoke this morning to a light mist that had been falling
for most of the night and left all of our stuff nice and damp. Amazing
how fast you get ready to go when it's cold and wet outside. We
cruised into Cambria and bought supplies for the day. As we negotiated
the business loop that led us back to Highway 1, we came to an intersection
where a left turn would put us back on the coastal route. The light
suddenly turned green with us still about 100 yards away. Anyone
who knows Rocky knows that he is a big time morning person and feels
like a million bucks at the start of the day. He definitely had
too much energy this particular morning. He saw the opportunity
to make the light, decided in his mind that we would make it, and
urged the rest of us on. "Come on, come on, it's green, let's go!!!"
Rocky had turned his head to look at us as he shouted these words
and assumed that the two cars in front of him in the turn lane were
proceeding as well. You can see where this is going. The SUV in
front of Rocky slammed on it's brakes, Rocky turned his head just
in time and stopped just short of the rear bumper (about an inch
short, that is), and with no time to pop his feet out of the pedals
he slammed to the pavement. We were still in the turn lane, the
light was still green, and there were cars coming up behind us.
I made sure that Rocky was all right, he got up and made the light,
and the rest of us couldn't stop laughing for the remainder of the
day. Andrew does a fantastic rendition of Rocky's new mantra, "Come
on, come on, it's green, let's go!!!"
The Game evolved quite a bit on Thursday as well, with the
addition of new players, new questions, and more dirt on the subjects
of the previous day’s discussion. It sounds pathetic, and believe
you me it certainly is, but nothing makes riding time fly by faster
than talking about nothing…er, girls. Before we knew it we were
in the town of Guadalupe and we might as well have been in Mexico.
It looked EXACTLY like a small Mexican village. We stopped for some
fuel and talked to the women who ran the convenience store about
the trek. After being treated to some complimentary donuts (Dan
was heartbroken when he saw us eating free donuts without him),
we threw it into high gear for the rest of the afternoon. We needed
to get to the bike shop in Lompoc to fix a rim and under the inspiration
of the Tour de France we began shifting positions after the style
of the U.S. Postal Team. With a slight tailwind at our backs we
cruised at around 22 miles an hour until we hit the last climb of
the day. The Game stepped up to the plate once more and got us up
the last hill and down into Lompoc with time to spare.
We also came to the realization that when Dan Hoopes wants
to ride fast, NO ONE can catch him. That night we sat in the hot
tub, watched the Tour de France, ate a 30 inch pizza, and passed
out. My idea of heaven.
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