PowerCycle

10/25 Riding south from Big Sur was tough. It’s not terribly hot but the sun is very intense so the climbing up and down hills for two of the last three days was brutal. Amazing views along the coast as always. The number of little towns is picking up again so I’ve been able to eat a little better (OK, more; not better). Things got a lot better on day 2.5. The hills finally tapered off and I actually rode on a flat, straight section of road for the first time in as long as I can remember.

Met some really cool people at some of the campgrounds. At one of the places the normal campsites were full which was surprising considering its getting late in the season. The park host stopped over with 2 girls wanting to know if they could camp in the hike/bike area. I didn’t have a problem with it so that’s how I met Brooke and Jessica. Jessica is engaged to Jeff (for a while now ). Brooke and Ranmey are friends. We hung out and talked over some beer and some incredible homemade zucchini bread. That started day 1 of not getting enough sleep though. A crying baby woke me up at 4am and there was no getting back to sleep.

The next day I ran into Rasa at a cafe stuck right out in the middle of no where. This is where I paid the most ever for a coffee, $5.60. Why you ask? Because sometimes I’m stupid. Anyway, Rasa was there with her dad and their friend Jeff. We were all talking outside in the patio area when her dad started telling me about this thing called Scalar Resonance Technology. Basically there are these tiny chips you can get that emit frequencies that protect the human nervous system from man-made EMFs (radios/cell phones). Being in contact with these chips apparently gets you back in sync with earth’s electromagnetic field. So I’m standing there listening to him explain all this to me when he asks if he can prove it works. I’m pretty skeptical but I’d just paid $5.60 for coffee so rational thought was long gone for me. So he tells me to stand with my feet together, back straight. Then he stands next to me and pushes down into my hand that was cupped next to my side. Of course I tip over toward him with hardly any effort on his part. Now he gives me the chip to hold. I stand the same way and he pushes down again. I swear he pushed as hard as he could and he couldn’t move me. I actually felt like my back was being supported by medal braces. Needless to say I was impressed.

Rasa offered to hook me up with one of the chips since she lived close to where I was camping that night. Not being able to tip over is a good thing for me so I said sure. My cell was dead so she was actually nice enough to swing by the CG and hang out. She even brought some firewood (and some great wine). Another biker was there, Kees, and we tried the test on him (without telling him what we were doing or what would happen). Same thing happened to him (I was the one pushing him and he wouldn’t budge). Kees, BTW, is the first cyclist I’ve met that rode the Great Divide Mountain Bike Route. It’s an 80% unpaved trail system that extends from Canada to Mexico. It took him 8 weeks I think he said. Awesome.

That night barking dogs woke me up at 4am followed by someone running a lawnmower at 5am. Maybe tonight I’ll get some sleep.

CNN’s new homepage looks like crap too. Could they use a little more red?

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