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+title: "Helping hands get the job done: AIDS/LifeCycle Day Six"
+tags:
+- alc
+- alc2022
+- cycling
+---
+
+After Red Dress Day it's easy to think "we're almost to LA!" This part will be
+easy!" and then **BAM** you wake up at 4:15 and realize that there's almost 90
+miles until the next camp. Lompoc to Ventura is one of the most beautiful days
+along the route, taking us through Goviata pass, Goleta, Santa Barbara, and
+down the coast line towards Ventura. _Beautiful_ but not _easy_.
+
+---
+I also posted a [thread to
+Twitter](https://twitter.com/agentdero/status/1535224124829597696)
+for today with more pictures
+
+---
+
+When I woke up and bundled up to begin the morning routine, porta-potties,
+breakfast, change, tear down tent, gear truck, and bike parking, the air was so
+cold I could see my break in the light of my headlamp. The grass was wet, my
+flipflops got wet, my little toesies got wet, and top to bottom I was _fucking
+cold_. Shaking while I wolf down my breakfast, I would occasionally look over
+at some bear wearing shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt comfortable as can be;
+suffice it to say with my build I don't "winter well."
+
+By the time I had wrapped up with the morning business, I scuttled over to the
+gear trucks, discarded my jacket and proceeded along to bike parking.
+Today was the day when apparently everybody else finally figured out that being
+early to bike parking means an easier roll out and less traffic to deal with.
+As such, there were huge lines before bike parking even _opened_, queues once
+we were in bike parking, and then lots of standing around in some gopher-holed
+Lompoc field.
+
+A roadie told me to tighten my helmet before I left. It was tight enough, but
+there's no sense arguing with roadies who are trying to keep everybody safe. I
+pulled aside, made a show of tightening it, and then clipped in and sped off.
+
+Leaving Lompoc was tedious residential street cycling with lots of traffic from
+other cyclists. My training in criteriums has made it such that I have gotten
+pretty good at quick bursts of power, which came in very handy as a tool to get
+away from the packs of cyclists that would bunch up at stop signs and red
+lights. Nothing against them, there's just a much higher likelihood of
+something going wrong when you put enough moving people close enough together.
+
+As we left the city, the hills started to roll towards Rest Stop One. I caught
+a fast wheel and we took turns puling. He would shout "left!" as we would come
+upon slower cyclists. His tone sounded harsh, which is probably how I sound too,
+so I made a point to say "good morning!" in a cheery voice as we passed.
+"Left!" "_Good morning!_" "LEFT!" "_Good morning_!" "**LEFT!**" "_Good
+morning riders!_"
+
+The system was working well until I was pulling up a hill and could feel the
+front wheel sinking every time I would pump my arms. Flatted! My harshly toned
+compatriot moved along as I pulled to the side to change my tube. I cleared the
+tire and pulled the tube out of it's little box, started to unscrew the valve
+and the damn think came apart! Fortunately a Training Ride Leader (TRL) stopped
+to give me a hand, and an extra tube. While I was putting his tube into my
+tire, he kept his thumb out to try to get a pump from a sweep vehicle; I had
+already burned through one of my two CO2 cartridges.
+
+I didn't pay enough attention and pinched his tube, tearing it. _Fuck_. Once
+Sweep arrived with a pump, we gave my original tube a try and it was able to be
+pumped, so I asked the TRL to change the tire since we didn't have another tube
+between the two of us. He managed it successfully into the tire, and the tire
+onto the rim, and I was back in business! I thanked him and we both joined the
+column of cyclists off to Rest Stop One.
+
+Riding without a spare tube makes me anxious.
+
+At Rest Stop One the bike techs were swarmed so I didn't buy another tube, and
+instead did my routine, lined up to leave, and figured I would take my chances.
+Departures from the stop were staged because we were going to climb up the
+Goviata pass which is a strong climb following by a _swift_ descent. Sister
+Tutti was in line with me and clamored to be on the right "where the slow
+people are going to be!" I stayed left and pushed hard up the pass.
+
+Passing on the climbs during ALC is probably 50% competitiveness and 50%
+safety. I want to be away from people during the descent because speed
+increases the risks of somebody doing something unexpected, or stupid. My top
+speed on the descent was about 47mph, which is fast but no longer scary for me.
+Fountaingrove Parkway in Santa Rosa, which is my backyard lunchtime training
+route has me hitting between 45-50 on the downhill segments with regularity.
+The only difference is that I never have to compete with other cyclists for
+space.
+
+Suffice it to say, everybody made it down in one piece, and I continued to
+push hard along the coastline towards Santa Barbara. The rest stops on day six
+typically have limited bike parking, so the more people I pass, the less
+bullshit I have to contend with in the rest stops.
+
+50% competitiveness, 50% safety.
+
+Rest Stop Two was extremely foggy. Some day I'll see the coastline north of
+Santa Barbara, but to date I have not been so lucky. In Rest Stop Two I stopped
+by the bike tech and ask for **two** tubes. He hands them to me, and when I go
+to give him cash he says "uh, can you do Venmo?" "No." "Well, we can't accept
+cash...uh, can you just pay for them at lunch?" Honor system works well for me,
+so I thanked the tech and left.
+
+After my departure I continued my "on your left!" routine. I spotted a cyclist
+who was off to the right and asked "do you have everything you need?" "Do you
+know how to change a tire?"
+
+I pull over, the karma of cycling dictates that:
+
+* If somebody pulls you, you either trade pulls, or pull somebody later.
+* If somebody changes your tire, you better change somebody else's tire later.
+
+I was due. Fortunately he did have everything he needed, and was running the
+same Continental race 28s that I run, except his were _brand new_. Mine have
+had some miles put on them and they're still a pain in the ass to get off the
+rim, when they're brand new they are _incredibly_ annoying. My pretty red nails
+took a little bit of damage getting that bastard off the rim. We chatted as I
+changed his tube, he asked some questions and was obviously paying good
+attention to how it worked, so I did my best TRL impression and trying to make
+it a Learning Opportunity ™.
+
+Once he was sorted, I sped off into the fog. Twice now a tire change has undone
+all the hard work I had done passing cyclists!
+
+I made good time heading into lunch, but may have pushed myself too hard up the
+climbs since my right knee started nagging me once again. Not content with
+slowing down, I instead started to focus my stronger strokes on the left. The
+woman who gave me a massage on Day Three noted the stronger muscle development
+in the right leg, so I figured left-leg training was in order anyways.
+
+Lunch was...calories. But unfortunately not much to gush about, I put the
+calories down, headed to Medical for sunscreen, and rolled out.
+
+The Funky Monkey I met in bike parking that morning and a buddy of his left
+around the same time, and so we worked together a little bit trying to escape
+the menagerie of stop lights Santa Barbara presented. "Stopping!" Foot down,
+green light, "Rolling!", clip in, damnit, get in the clip you bastard, sprint a
+bit, settle in, well shit another red light, "Slowing!", "Stopping!"
+
+Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
+
+The route comes along the bike path right by the beach in Santa Barbara, which
+is where I can see the pier so often used in B-roll shots of "Psych", one of my
+favorite shows. Instead of Shawn and Gus, we end up having to dodge joggers,
+other cyclists, surfers, and tourists pedaling these four-wheeled pedal-car
+contraptions. I was happy to find make it to Rest Stop Three because it meant
+at least a break from the avoidance drills.
+
+A number of people skip Rest Stop Three, because there is an unofficial Ice
+Cream Stop hosted by Santa Barbara a few miles down the road. This is a
+mistake. Rest Stop Three is at a cute little beach side park and if it's not
+foggy, which it was, it can offer some really beautiful views to sit and enjoy
+while you eat trail mix and poptarts sliced in half.
+
+Of course I stopped at the Ice Cream Stop. I ate plenty and then thought to
+myself "now that I've got a couple scoops of ice cream, and a cup of berries in
+my stomach, how about a bike ride again!" There's a little kicker right as you
+resume the route which I took nice and easy for fear of losing my ice cream and
+berries. But after a mile or so I was clear to resume riding like a lunatic.
+
+Weaving along the coast line through bike paths, frontage roads, and
+underpasses, I finally made it to some of the scenic oceanside riding that I
+had been looking forward to.
+
+The views are simply spectacular. The waves crashing into the beach, pelicans
+flying together across the water, and people wading into the water. What the
+pictures won't show you is that the waves are crashing into the beach because
+there's a very strong cross wind pushing them into the coastline, that same
+wind is also pushing against _me_.
+
+My pace slows. My knee is hurting, my left leg is feeling tired, I'm thinking
+of Santa Rosa and just feeling a little deflated.
+
+Then **Eli** powers past me.
+
+_Fuck yes!_
+
+I will _never_ let a strong wheel pass me. Eli is a giant of a man. I don't
+actually know him, he just has a license plate that says "Eli." I stand at
+about 6'4" and he's definitely a few inches taller than me.
+
+I pop out of the saddle and sprint to catch up to him. It is not very often
+that I will catch a wind breaker like Eli, and I feel invigorated to fall into
+his draft. "Thanks for the ride!" I shout up to him. He turns his head to the
+left, revealing the gold piercings in his ear and his mustache "I just love the
+ocean."
+
+You know what Eli, you love it, I love it, let's hammer.
+
+I'm just thrilled as the dickens to have a draft to pull me along.
+
+Eli drags my sorry ass all the way to Rest Stop Four where I go through my
+routine. He must know lots of the roadies here because I lose him at some point
+while he's giving out giant-man hugs.
+
+Spirits lifted, it's something like 10ish miles to home, and I'm eager to get
+there.
+
+A couple miles out of the rest stop I pass a couple cycles and hear "I love
+your pace!"
+
+I've gotten some compliments this year, especially in my slutty red dress, but
+ones like this are my favorite. I turn back and there's another cyclist doing
+to me what I did to Eli.
+
+The karma of cycling dictates that:
+
+* If somebody changes your tire, you better change somebody else's tire later.
+* If somebody pulls you, you either trade pulls, or pull somebody later.
+
+
+It was my turn to pull, and I was happy to oblige. I turned on my phone's
+screen so that I could maintain a steady pass for us both and we sped along at
+about 21mph. My new bike friend was as happy to see me as I had been to see
+Eli, so I was delighted to pull him home to camp. Dodging tourists along the
+board walk we finally rolled into the Ventura camp, 61st and 62nd.
+
+Working together with a fellow cyclist makes me forget about my nagging knee.
+It makes me forget about my legs and butt sore from a long week of cycling. It
+makes me forget just about everything that isn't what is happening right now in
+the moment. Working together with a fellow cyclist reminds me how much I really
+do enjoy riding bikes!
+
+We chat a bit as we grab our gear. He does endurance racing, I talk about crit
+racing, we geek out on cycling a bit before I head off to the showers.
+
+Tonight is the last night of camp. We're 70 miles from the finish line, which
+really doesn't feel so far. 84, 109, 76, 88, 43, 88. There are 545 miles from
+San Francisco to Los Angeles and only 70 of them remain.
+
+The guy I finished the ride with today asked what other races/rides I'm doing
+this year. I have some ideas on that, but honestly nothing can hold a candle to
+this one.
+
+Tomorrow will be bittersweet.
+
+We will have accomplished what we set out to do. We raised the money that
+needed to be raised, pedalled the miles that we marked out for us, and made the
+memories that only an event like ALC can provide. But it will be all over.
+
+All over until AIDS/LifeCycle 2023.
+
+I can't wait.