Flight into Denver was early and the flight into Santa Barabara also was early. No issues with Budget car rental and was on the road in an Altima by 2:30. Drove north on the 101 that included what locals cyclists call the "tunnel of death". Arrived in Solvang, grabbed the bike box with THE bike, put it together, rode to local Dr. Js' bike shop, bought a couple of jerseys and said "Oh by the way, can you put my bike through the 5 minute check-up"? They again said, "No problem" and so my bike is good to go. For the first time, the forecast looks....awful. Rain just about every day but like the local bike shop told me, "Pretend you are riding in Belgium" and so...that is exactly what I will do.
Wild looking oaks on the drive in to Solvang.
And so it begins. The clouds roll in, I cringe and swear but it is what it is and on Saturday morning, I will ride no matter what. I must get in good enough shape to defeat the greats of Columbus like Peggster, Amanda, Flyin Tuna, maybe Brad the Dentist, maybe.......could it be possible......Grand Poobah????I'm going to the beach to pcik up California sand to kick in the face of an army of antagonists.