The flashy, colorful branded cycling shirts, fancy bicycles and bike lingo could have been intimidating to our casual riders, but the pros among us assured us it was all just about a good ride. We let the sprint starters lead off and blaze the road ahead of us, and they soon left us far behind. 150 people riding single file along the Pacific Highway West is quite a sight and gives cars on the road ample warning of the need to slow down, although most do not. This requires riders to maintain concentration in the presence of whizzing automobiles just a few feet from their shoulders.
After a series of slow rolling hills over the initial 13 miles, we veered off the main road into back country where acres of vineyards carpet the hills and valleys. Small, independent wineries are tucked atop picturesque hills, inauspicious in their frontage but fully stocked with their individual wine selections. Some of them buy juice from other growers and just make wine while others grow as well as produce the finished product.
Miles and miles of neatly planted grapevines line the hills like corduroy ribs, green and slightly puffy but neatly trimmed to ensure a maximum grape harvest. The blue sky of late summer grew gradually brighter as the day progressed and the temperature rose. We were so thankful for the scheduled stops with their refreshments! Unique names such as Left Coast Cellars, Haun of the Dauen Winery, St. Innocent Winery, Strangeland Vineyards
and Winery made us wonder how these came to be called such. Each offered friendly opportunities to sample their products and of course buy, preferably cases, from their selections. The road crew, headed by the event coordinator Rich Washburn, always had fresh fruit, snack bars, cold water and Gatorade waiting at each stop. The sag wagon followed behind, ready to help with repairs or to transport people and bicycles that couldn't make the final push up Gillette Hill.
Olives grow amid the grapes |
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