The leg is much better, no pain, swelling and bruising gone.
Two ER visits and four primary care doctor visits so far.
I also got an MRI of my knee as it has been a problem for years now. It showed torn Meniscus, but surgery requires the swelling from the spill to go down further. Probably at least another month.
My summation of the two week ride.
I had an amazing 1500 mile ride from Seattle to Morro Bay with Mark. We got along well and the ride and scenery were extrordinary. I got to meet new friends in Seattle and Portland. We spent nights in Newport and Arcata, staying in my favorite hotel of the entire trip downtown there. Then we stayed at the Vintners Inn in Santa Rosa, a fine place surrounded by vineyards. Then we made our way towards San Francisco.
Riding with Penni in Marin County was so much fun, even with the fog. The lunch in Sausalito was tasty and meeting Peter was a pleasure.
From there it got a little more difficult as I was exhausted as we rode through San Francisco to our hotel in Milbrae, just south of the airport. Mark and I had spent five days or riding between seven and ten hours on each of the previous four days. Being tired and not wanting to ride the highway back downtown, I skipped a dinner with several riders and Oz Lang. I wanted to meet him and his lovely wife Deidre, but ended up staying near the hotel, getting an In-N-Out burger for dinner and blogging in the hotel.
The next morning we were to ride with Mark, Matt and Dave to Morro Bay, but I broke away from the riders heading south along the coast from San Carlos as we rode more thick fog. I decided to take the highway and arrived in Morro Bay in the early afternoon.
I arrived in Morro Bay to find a huge argument going on between rival members on an ill conceived team. They ended up separating, one taking the trailer and hitching it to a rental Suburban, the other taking the truck. Police got involved and it was ugly.
But seeing many friends from the earlier Cannonball Runs made most of the stay quite pleasant. Ken and Scott arrived and unloaded Walt's and Scott's scooters. Ken had decided to drive support instead of riding. I was so pleased that he was coming.
We had nice lunches. I dined on Thursday with Shane, a new Squadra Lumaca rider. He is a jazz trumpeter and clearly very successful businessman, as he retired at a young age to pursue his jazz life. On Friday, Ken, Walt and I had lunch with John and his wife Chris. John rode a vintage Vespa Rally in 2016. He was a fine competitor in the run and has become a good friend.
The organizers had a large party the evening before leaving, so we all got together to kick off the ride.
That night, my roommate Matt told me that our friend Suellen, who had driven down from Napa a few days after coming off of her scooter, injuring her arm, didn't have a room. He invited her to room with us. We enjoyed her company.
The morning of day one of the Cannonball began well. We all met up at Morro Rock, took many photos and off we went. My tale continues in earlier posts, but the overall feeling is great disappointment that I had to drop out because of the injured leg. I am certain that, had I finished, I would have a glowing opinion of the run.
Overall, I was never comfortable with the route. It was brilliantly planned by Dave, Mark and Matt, but I feel that they overdid it in trying to make it the most difficult SCR ever. It was 200 miles further than 2016 while being one day shorter. It averaged 390 miles per day, and these were largely dirt and mountain roads the first four days. I am always good with days up to 600+ miles, but my long days are usually on fast paved country roads or state highways.
Day one was 388 miles. Not too long but it included a challenging run through Sherman Pass. This was all pavement but gravel on many turns and those turns were tight with steep climbs and descents. I almost went off the road on one turn with particularly heavy gravel. Vanessa and I came very close to ending the ride there.
Days two, three and four each had many miles of dirt with day three including the Burr Trail and Moki Dugway, both dirt switchback descents. Spectacular views from the Burr Trail that I took in the support truck with Ken. We skipped the Moki Dugway as we were far behind the riders and needed to get to Bluff. We were on the road for 13 hours that day.
After that the days covered more ground but the route all pavement so I would have greatly enjoyed those. I ended up falling on the first dirt road on day two. I have ridden hundreds of miles of sand and gravel roads in the past with no issues. This one got me, along with several of the other riders. I just got a very unfortunate knock on my shin too low for knee protection to help, too high for boots to block it. And it spread fast. swelling and bruising my entire leg, thigh to toes. Both emergency room doctors had X-Rays taken. They showed no broken bones.
I am certain that I would have been very pleased and proud to have ridden into Virginia Beach at the end of this fantastic challenge. It appears that 22 of the riders made it the entire distance. I am very disappointed that I was not among them.
I had decided, even before going down on the dirt road, that I was probably going to skip the epic dirt roads on day 3. Instead, I was considering riding from St. George to Bluff on my own route. I would pick up the given route on day four. That one had a long dirt road through an Indian reservation. Several riders were stopped by the locals either demanding payment for trespassing or sending riders away. I would have tried to ride around that one too. I had decided to ride more like a tourist on the dirt road days. The asphalt days would have seen me try to compete.
The future long rides will probably be me riding solo, with only someone like good friends Ken, Drew or my brother David.
While I have always enjoyed long, fast rides, I am finding that I now prefer a more leisurely ride. I will ride a scooter across the country again, but maybe spend more time in interesting cities and parks. Stop for lunch in interesting restaurants and towns. Maybe even
smell a rose or two.
Stopping to see the sights with Mark in California.