Sunday, September 26, 2010

Slow Sunday scenes from Seal Beach...

While this Claremont cyclist does not mind getting out for a ride in the heat, he does sometimes like to escape to cooler climes when the thermometer tops 100. So, today's slow scenes hit the road for a shorter ride down the SGRT to Seal Beach. He quickly realised that the word of the day was going to be color, as it was simply vibrant out at the coast.
It was hot along the inland section of SGRT

The wind blowing through her hair

Coastal color

Arrival, end of path

Seaside contemplation

Lunch spot

Bike parking at the pier

Cruisin' side by side

Shaved ice on a hot day

Beach stylin'

By bike or horseless carriage

Let the parade of color begin

Red Hawaiian jersey guy

Push-a-bike (and trailer)

Beach scene color

Beach scene color with sailboats

Army green is a color too

The place for your afternoon cofee needs

Pause for thought

Just your typical day at the beach

Pause for lunch.




Friday, September 24, 2010

Third time is the charm...

Looks like work is rolling in again next week, so it was now or never today in my effort to bring the ride to Crystal Lake to a conclusion. Unfortunately I am going to have to hook you with this (again, I know) because glutton for punishment that I am, la familia and I are now off to the County Fair. I hope they sell new legs there, because I think I am going to need them. And now, in conclusion: Needless to say, though the urban area down below was sweltering under triple digit temperatures, it was not much cooler up high, the thermometer on my computer was telling me it was in the high 90s. It honestly did not feel like it; mind over matter,  I guess. I have noticed a lot of talk on local forums, lately, about the Glendora Mountain Road (GMR) climb. For my money it just can not compare to Highway 39. You do have to put up with a little traffic in the opening miles, but once you get past West Fork, the traffic becomes a trickle, and then past Valley of the Moon, it becomes non-existent. As we all know there is something especially appealing about riding along a car-free road in absolute solitude. People who do not think they could do this whole route from Duarte up, should keep in mind that there are any number of places further up that you can start from - West Fork, has a large parking area, as does Valley of the Moon (the furthest up you can drive). Just don't forget your Forest Adventure Pass. For the entire out and back ride, I ended up with 52 miles, over 5800 feet of elevation gain, and I rode it in just over four hours.

About the point I left off last time
2000 comes easy enough
That's right, up there
Once past West Fork, the road looks like this, and autos are a rarity
Still climbing. All that greenery in the canyon bottom marks the course of the North Fork, San Gabriel River. If you click on the photo look for a shallow "V" in the distant mountain ridge with a dark patch of trees below it, I believe that is where the bowl holding Crystal Lake lies
Same again, just slightly further along the road
Requisite handlebar shot
There is this wide sweeping turn here skirting what is called Valley of the Moon Plantation. While riding along here once, long ago, there was a group singing hymns from somewhere in the forested area just visible to the right. Never saw anyone, so it was kind of surreal. Just at the end of the sweeping curve in the distance is a locked gate, beyond which lies a car-free paradise
Look at that, the West Fork Road is a National Scenic Bikeway. Unfortunately the Bear Creek Trail goes through the Wilderness area so you can't get to it by bike from this point (Valley of the Moon Plantation)
Another one of those signs, meaning more climbing ahead. Just around the bend is Coldbrook Campground which, since it is on the uphill side of the locked gate, is unused right now. Kind of spooky, really
A 12% switchback, about as steep as it gets
Getting higher and more scenic. And there is that dark patch of trees beneath the peak in the distance
The high country
How many layers of roadway can you count. Looking down on Coldbrook campground
A little further along you reach this area called Falling Springs where the roadside gets very lush and green. There are numerous cabins hidden away up here, and streams with little waterfalls tumble down the mountainsides
Another little waterfall. Notice the ruined chimney in the background and the burnt trees; forest fires plays havoc with the scattered homesteads up here. There are a few more switchbacks from this point before reaching the turn off to Crystal Lake. Unfortunately this is where my camera batteries ran out of juice
Just so there is not doubt, there be bikes on the road here.



Bike Train, Sag Harbor, NY...

Safe Routes to School in action, this time in Sag Harbor, New York. Thanks to Biking in LA for finding this story.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Steep streets, USA...

Here is an interesting little find. When I think of hilly cities with steep streets I tend to think Frisco and other Bay area burgs, but according to the graphic four of the ten steepest streets in the country are right here in our own City of Angels. I used to work at the top of a very steep street, actually driveway, in Highland Park, and I have heard of Fargo, but I never knew how Los Angeles streets stacked up nationwide.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Protest World Car-free Day, huh?

I have considered myself to be pretty much left of center for as long as I can realistically remember, and quite frankly find myself moving further that direction as each year passes. High on the list of reasons why (but trust me there are many others) is the far-right obsession with automobility. Just check this out to see what I mean. Come on, how can any right-thinking (pun intended) individual possibly protest against World Car-free Day. As an example the author bemoans the ever-expanding taxpayer subsidies for mass transit systems, failing to note how this would benefit a greater number of people for less expense than the ever-expanding taxpayer subsidies for maintenance and expansion of the current highway system. And check out the last points; apparently the author has never seen a utility bike, and fails to comprehend their versatility. Apparently you can send an email to the Competitive Enterprise Institute, but I don't see any option to leave a comment. Probably a good idea. Something about the blind leading the blind, stuck at the back of my mind, and I have to go shake it loose.

Funny, I just saw this poster on another blog (Munchenierung). Maybe this is what the CEI is afraid of.

September Ghost Bikes...

Joshua Boulanger, 24 September 2910, Lucerne Valley, CA
Peter Anthony Zupan, 22 September 2010, Wildomar
Eldon Johansen, 22 September 2010, Redondo Beach, CA
Susan Eiko Akana, 19 September 2010, Carlsbad, CA
David Bruce Menea, 11 September 2010, Ramona, CA (*)
Lauretto Jean Romo, 10 September 2010, San Bernardino, CA (*)

Bikes in literature...

"It was a noise you never caught in the city, the whir of bike chains in action together. It was one of the great sounds of the war."


A couple great sentences from "A Star Called Henry". Evocative and thought provoking. On the one hand you have the stillness of the rural landscape through which the group rides - there is no rumble of automobiles, no hum of factories at work, no hustle of an urban population always on the move, nothing to disturb the unison of multiple bikes working together. And this is a key, these are not individuals each going their separate way. This is a group acting in concert, and with a purpose, to which the bike is a most appropriate tool. The imagery of the second sentence, though is even more interesting and compelling. Of all the sounds one imagines, or remembers, about war - explosions, rifle fire, shouted commands, screams, the roar of engines - how would one even consider the simple whir of bike chains as being in the same category? Yet the bike's simplicity and nimbleness makes it the perfect means of mobility against a much more powerful and heavily equiped foe, a foe that could not be matched armor against armor, engine against engine. But a bike can be concealed, is virtually silent, and is a common, everyday tool of the working man. Thus is its power, and thus the whir of bike chains become one of the great sounds of war.



A Star Called Henry is written by Roddy Doyle, and published by Penguin Books, 1999

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

International Bike and Walk to School Day 2010...

Whaaaaaaaat? 249 'events' taking place throughout California, but no school in Claremont has signed up yet. It is not too late; though October 6 is just around the corner. Find out more here.

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