Monday, August 16, 2010

Donna's attire was perfect for today's ride... not so much for our break at the rather chilly ocean-front.


Warm sunny skies prevail in Ventura County, EXCEPT at the beach.


As if 5 hours in the saddle didn't wipe me out yesterday...

Donna's drive & endurance never fails to amaze me. After a long ride yesterday, she was all excited about riding again today. We did a short 'cross ride over to the beach, took a break and headed back.

Warm, sunny skies prevailed the entire time until we got within about 1/16th of a mile from the coast - then we hit the marine layer. It made for a nice cool off before heading home.

Chillin' at the beach, half way through today's ride at mile 13.


The table cleared out as dinner leftovers were removed and everyone prepared for dessert - which was the one dish of the evening that did not involve tomatoes. Well, Phi's chocolate covered tomatoes with carmel did of course, but the fruit with ice-cream was tomato free.


Donna, hangin' with Marty during Tomato Fest 2010.


Saturday, August 14, 2010

One last scene from my evening stroll Saturday night. Most of the vegetation is brown as can be, but there are a few signs of life here and there.


Just another snapshot from my evening stroll above Sycamore Canyon.


Saturday evening I took a stroll around the entrance of Sycamore Canyon, mostly thinking of my Aunt Max who is in the hospital, and not doing well. Looking around the hillsides, watching as the sun gets lower and lower - I took great comfort in being surrounded by God's creation. Looking at this earth he has given us, I don't think there's any other place that I feel closer to Him.


There's something I really enjoy about the tiny creatures of this earth, even if their stingers do pack a punch.

Given the lens I had to work with, the glass was only about 2" from the critter - thankfully I didn't disrupt it to the point of angering it.

Looking down onto the community I call home - Newbury Park - during Friday's evening ride after work.


The mountains, they lure me, with their jagged ridge lines and sweeping shadows.

As the lungs try to break free from my chest and the legs burn from the inside out, I winder sometimes why I get on a bike, day after day, week after week. I don't think it's the riding itself that I like so much - it's the sights, sounds and smells to which no motorized vehicle can transport me.

Friday, August 13, 2010

I'm trying to figure out if fall color is coming early, or if this is poison oak.


I didn't have the best of rides tonight, flatting about 10 minutes into the ride.

To make matter worse, the tube I was carrying was a 29", despite the fact that I was riding 26" tonight. Turns out, in a pinch, you CAN cram a 29" tube into a 26" tire. It worked fine, got me through the rest of the ride, and I didn't flat again - which was a good thing considering I didn't have any more tubes or a patch kit with me.

Watching this car get out will resemble a scene from an Austin Powers movie.