Live for the Path

69 miles in 5 hours – Max Speed 44mph

I got out of the Motel at around 9:30 and rode east out of Carson City after getting breakfast. I went on some back roads, then got on route 50, which would be my home for many days to come.

I stopped in the town of Dayton an hour later at Starbucks and then Taco Bell. I moved on at around 1pm upon hearing from Francis and Brian that they got a hotel room in Fallon and said they were willing to let me stay there also.

I went through the town of Silver Springs and then got to Fallon pretty early, probably at around 5. I called and texted Francis, but he didn’t answer. So I went back out, stopped at the bank, and stopped at the last Starbucks that there was until Colorado.

I sat there for a few hours until I got a call from Francis that they arrived. I went over, and took a shower while they went and got dinner. Embarrassingly, the hot water faucet in the shower broke when I was taking a shower, and it was unrepairable. I went to the front desk and told them so they would fix it, but it was only a little kid there (maybe 14) and he said his parents were out of town, so it wouldn’t get fixed until the morning. Dammit. The shower was operated with pliers for the rest of the night. Sorry again guys.

Anyway, I got some supplies at a CVS nearby and then had an easy night watching TV. Thanks guys for letting me crash in your room!

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18 miles in 1.5 hours – Max Speed 31.5mph

I got up the next morning, I relaxed and took it easy, because I knew that it was going to be a short day, because I had reserved a room in the Motel 6 in Carson City a few days before. I left at around 10 and headed up the road towards Nevada’s capital.

I got there at 11, and went inside to see if they happened to have a room available that early. They did not but told me to come back in an hour. I took advantage of this to head into the city, see the sights, and stop at a bike shop.

There I bought another water bottle ( I lost one several days before), a new water bottle cage (one of mine was broken – related to the lost water bottle), and a pair of shoes (because mine were in tatters). These were much more stiff than my old shoes, which I figured would help because my toes would occasionally get numb if I used my straps on my pedals. They gave me a 15% discount for no reason and installed the cage for free. Thanks to the staff at Bike Smiths for everything!

I went back through down and checked into Motel 6 and took it easy for the rest of the day. At around 5 the two guys that I met (Francis and Brian) stopped by since I said they could use my shower if they wanted. They did this and headed out and I walked and grabbed dinner and went to Starbucks where I quickly updated an entire week of the website! I went home, sad that this Motel 6 didn’t have Spike TV (free fights were on), and went to bed early. I was woken up at around 11 by Tim and Tim calling asking to use my shower. I said okay, and then they never showed. I went back to sleep.

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80 miles in 8.75 hours – Max Speed: 48mph (!!)

As the night wore on it became obvious that I wasn’t going to get much sleep, the ex-gang members were incredibly loud, despite being asked by just about everyone, including the ranger, to quiet down. Oh well. I got up at 5:30 having gotten no REM sleep. Tim and Tim were not there either. I packed up and hit the road at around 6:30. I went to a little restaurant and general store at the top of the campgrounds, which did not open until 7:00. I ate some sandwiches that I had and relaxed outside.

Once they opened I stocked up on snacks and drinks, because I knew there were no services for the first 35 miles of my trip. This doesn’t sound like much, but when you are gaining 5000 vertical feet during those 35 miles, it takes a long time to do.

I started out and slowly made progress. I thought I could make the Carson Pass, about 45 miles away by 3pm, which would be an average of just over 5mph. As I grinded along the road, it became clear that I was not going to make it.

This ride was extremely exhausting, and I finally reached the end of the first, road, just 32 miles long, at around 2pm. I rode down a large hill, giving up 1000 of my hard earned vertical feet and stopped for a snack at Silver Lake.

After filling up my water bottles, and eating a bunch of junk food (no restaurant open) I started back up another 1000 foot hill. Once I reached the summit of that (Carson Spur) I rode down another 500 foot hill into a town called Kirkwood.

I sighed, kept going, and at 5pm, finally reached Carson Pass, at 8500 feet.

I then had the greatest ride of my life. I went down 4000 feet over the next 30 miles, which I probably did in just over an hour. I averaged 40 mph for long periods of time, and had I not been following a big rig, would have reached 50. This ride was absolutely amazing and really beautiful.

I made it to the Nevada border in no time.

I rode into the town of Menden, and looked for a place to stealth. Problem is that it was totally flat and all fenced off farmland – not the best for stealthing. I looked around main street, and saw some cheap looking motels. After making some phone calls and checking some reviews on google (in Starbucks, clearly), I got a room in one of them and quickly fell asleep.

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47 miles in 5.33 hours – Max Speed: 31mph

I got up pretty early and after breakfast, headed east towards the mountains.

Very early in the day it became obvious that it was going to be a hilly day. I passed by the famous Folsom State Prison where Johnny Cash played and took a picture.

I grinded up some hills, always to give the elevation back in a downhill and then eventually stopped at a Starbucks.

I updated the website for a while and then continued. As soon as I left the Starbucks I passed an all you can eat pizza buffet, so made another stop. After putting them out of business I finally really got going again.

The remainder of the day was hilly, and had a lot of traffic. I did get to stop in a small town called Diamond Springs and sent some more stuff home, because I knew that I was getting to the ‘hilly’ part of the trip.

I left and then did a mammoth uphill. It was probably only two miles, but I think I gained over 1000 feet during it. After that it was pretty flat all the way to the campgrounds. There was great stealth camping around, but I was running low on water and I didn’t know if Tim and Tim were planning on making it to the campground that night.

I got there at about 7pm and settled in. One of my neighbors, Billy, who I think was a little drunk, came over and talked for a while. He gave me a bunch of his leftovers since he was leaving the next morning, so thanks very much to him! I talked to the neighbors on the other side for a while as well, who ran an organization which takes kids out of gangs in Sacramento and takes them camping and dirtbike riding and things. The guy who ran that was a really cool guy as well.

I then went to a neighboring campsite because I heard that there were two other bikers going cross country there as well. I talked with those two guys for a while, and got their phone number.

I relaxed for the rest of the night, and then laid in the tent. Tim and Tim had texted me saying they will likely be there at around 2am. I figured I would just see their tents in the morning.

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75 miles in 6 hours – Max Speed: 21mph

I got up early the next morning, and since traversing the narrow bridge on the 12 once yesterday wasn’t enough, I figured that I should do it a few more times. I went back into Rio Vista and got breakfast, and then went back over the bridge and headed north.

I rode through a bunch of very small towns, several of them with population under 100 on my way towards the Sacramento Metro Area.

This route was great because while there was no shoulder, I probably saw 10 cars on the road for the first two hours that I was riding. It was also very pretty to ride along the river.

I finally got close enough to Sacramento to get to a Starbucks, which I sat at for a few hours. I started riding again, and got to a road which, much like the roads I rode on earlier, had no shoulder, but the traffic situation was much, much different. It was close to rush hour and this road was really busy. This was very poor, but just when I was going to look for another route, a shoulder appeared! I was happy that my karma from the day before evened out.

I got into Sacramento and took the bike path for a while through the city towards Folsom. This was pretty nice, but was not the most direct route that I have ever taken.

As I got closer to Folsom the hills, which had been conspicuously absent for the last day and a half appeared. I don’t know if it was because the day was pretty long or the days off had affected me, but these hills seemed pretty brutal, when I knew that they weren’t.

I got to the campsite at around 7 and bought a site. I paid the $20 (sigh to no more hiker/biker spots) and set up the tent. I showered and sat around for a few hours and then Tim and Tim eventually showed up. They bought a tri-tip earlier in the day from a butcher, and they cooked it up and let me have some. Thanks again guys! I got to bed at around 12.

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