Cycling Advocates Ride to Pro Walk Pro Bike 2006

Daily Trip Log

from Vancouver B.C. to Madison, Wisconsin and then on to Chicago.

Now, on the way home with stops for cycling in Santa Fe, Sacramento and the wine country, and then Seattle. From there by bicycle back home.

Picture of Vancouver, BCGrouse Mountain Vancouver B.C.
from Santa Rosa to Napa, CA
Date: 2006-10-01
Distance: 110 Kilometres
Cycling Time: 5.07 Hours
Average Speed: 21.69 kph
  Trip Distance since Leaving Vancouver - 5,164 Kilometres  

Thoughts for the Day



First chore of the day, check the tires for wire and other foreign objects that may cause the tire air to escape. Found it useful to check the tires daily if there is good light. Found a piece of wire really lodged in the front tire a couple of days ago. It took a knife and a pair of pliers to get it out. No flat at least.

    Next job, find the way from this side of the highway to the other and on to the Old Redwood Highway. That task took about 3 ganders at the map before the River Road was found.

    The Old Redwood Highway seems to be the cyclist highway. It was also just suburban sprawl without any focus on architecture and the surrounding, vineyards. There was some form of bike lanes on it all the way into Healdsburg, some times excellent, sometimes not so. There was plenty of cycling traffic on this road as there was on most of the roads that I travelled today.

    There were exercise cyclists with there spandex clothing. These were the majority of cyclists today. They wore their helmets. They were going fast. There were those that took a guided day tour. They wore their helmets. They were going fast. There were those that used their bikes for transportation. A lot of these had a plastic bag hanging from the handlebar. These were not wearing helmets. They were usually cycling mountain bikes and were going slowly.

The first destination was Windsor and the Chef's Gourmet Pizza Co. A place that focuses on healthy pizzas. My mouth was salivating. I was looking forward to some good pizza for lunch and to meeting the chef, Neil. Neil is a bike enthusiast, who organizes the BMOB (Big Men On Bikes) rides. Unfortunately, the store does not open until 4:00 pm and it is now noon.


So, I was forced to cycle on to Healdsburg and have lunch at Costeaux French Bakery. Now the French stick bread sandwich was good. The piece of torte was alright. I guess from a French bakery in such a town, I was expecting more. Maybe the Mexican influence has crept in. Back in the late 1970’s and early 80’s when I used to frequent California on a frequent basis, I found that European copies in bakery and restaurants had less quality in there fares than what one would find in the home lands. Maybe this is the case here.


    Do I expect too much. Maybe yes. Then one who was born within a short cycle from France, who grew up with foods and a bakery heavily influenced by the French, who grew up in a family with excellent cooks, chefs, and bakers, whose family was into restaurants for many a decades and even centuries, maybe I do.

Healdsburg is a pleasant yuppie town with mature trees turning to its autumn colours, with interesting shops, with people walking, but without outside cafes.

Leaving Healdsburg, the scenery turned much more interesting as the vineyards started to appear. The road was now narrow and the hills were gentle. Highway 128 was reached. A low volume road lined with vineyards provided a good cycle.

What definitely has changed since I was here for the first time is the tremendous expansion of boutique wineries. Many were advertising wine tasting and the release of another batch of wine.

    One good hill to climb on the way. As the crest of the hill was reached around a bend, the gears were being dropped. The Napa County sign appeared. From there it was a downward glide swooping through the banked curve. Cars were backing up behind me. There was nothing else to do but maintain the lane and enjoy the swoop down. When a chance to move to the side and let cars by, they did not move forward. So back into the next turn. Finally, there was a larger straight piece. Two cars moved by. The rest decided to stay behind. At the next straight piece of road, I had to wave on some of the cars. Now this is the way to should be. All showed patience.

    As Yountville approached, as a father that dutifully follows one’s children' direction < I turned on to Washington St, well I tried. The road was blocked. So a bit later I turned into Yountville and found Tom Keller’s bakery. My instructions were to eat there and report back to my sous chef son.


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