Tour of Napa
Yesterday, myself, some old friends as well as some new friends met in Yountville for the Tour of Napa. This is a ride put on by the Eagle Cycling Club of Napa. Overall, I'd say the ride was really good compared to the other centuries I've done. The scenery was top notch, the volunteers were amazingly nice and helpful, but the cuisine left a little to be desired. Of course, I really shouldn't complain about the food as when I'm riding 100 miles with 5000 feet of climbing, food isn't really at the forefront of my mind. Trust when I say it wasn't comparable to Chico Velo century fair but it was more than adequate.
The overall event for my group started out a little rough. A few of us stayed the night in Cordelia and made the drive into Yountville that morning. It was a bit tough waking up at 4:45 so that we could get to Yountville by 6 or so. That was rough, but the crappy part about this was that we were hoping to leave by 6:30 and part of our group arrived a little late. After arriving, we assembled our bikes and made our way up to registration, where they were serving pastries and coffee. I consumed large quantities of both as I didn't get my daily fix of espresso and oatmeal. We eventually left at 7 AM in nice cool conditions. That was short lived, as by 10 or so the temps started to rise, finally reaching about 100.
Cruising out of Yountville, we traveled south to Mt Veeder and up and over to Dry Creek. This was the first hill of the day and climbed about 1800 feet. It wasn't particularly tough or steep, just long. From Dry Creek it was back into the valley and northwest over to the Silverado Trail which took us to over toward Lake Hennessey. Once around Hennessey, we headed north toward Pope Valley where we enjoyed lunch. Actually, we enjoyed the cool liquid available and the shade. After lunch, it was on to the next hill and another 2000 feet of climbing. This is where I witnessed my first bike/car accident. After coming off Ink Grade, we were regrouping by the side of the road, watching cyclists and a few cars go by. A truck pulling a flatbed trailer went by us and was half way in each lane attempting to avoid cyclist at the shoulder. All was fine until we notice the truck begin to fade toward the shoulder to avoid two motorcycle cops coming the other direction. At that point, everything kind of went in slow motion as the trailers fenders just barely clipped the riders handlebars forcing his front wheel to the right and throwing the rider to the ground behind the trailer. The rider was up quickly, the driver of the truck stopped as did the moto cops. The incident was resolved easily as the rider was not injured at all, thankgoodness!
After the excitement, we headed back toward Yountville. The last 20 miles was difficult with the heat, headwind, and the constant presure of each of us pushing the pace. There were a couple of times I just wanted to get off the bike and stop.
The overall event for my group started out a little rough. A few of us stayed the night in Cordelia and made the drive into Yountville that morning. It was a bit tough waking up at 4:45 so that we could get to Yountville by 6 or so. That was rough, but the crappy part about this was that we were hoping to leave by 6:30 and part of our group arrived a little late. After arriving, we assembled our bikes and made our way up to registration, where they were serving pastries and coffee. I consumed large quantities of both as I didn't get my daily fix of espresso and oatmeal. We eventually left at 7 AM in nice cool conditions. That was short lived, as by 10 or so the temps started to rise, finally reaching about 100.
Cruising out of Yountville, we traveled south to Mt Veeder and up and over to Dry Creek. This was the first hill of the day and climbed about 1800 feet. It wasn't particularly tough or steep, just long. From Dry Creek it was back into the valley and northwest over to the Silverado Trail which took us to over toward Lake Hennessey. Once around Hennessey, we headed north toward Pope Valley where we enjoyed lunch. Actually, we enjoyed the cool liquid available and the shade. After lunch, it was on to the next hill and another 2000 feet of climbing. This is where I witnessed my first bike/car accident. After coming off Ink Grade, we were regrouping by the side of the road, watching cyclists and a few cars go by. A truck pulling a flatbed trailer went by us and was half way in each lane attempting to avoid cyclist at the shoulder. All was fine until we notice the truck begin to fade toward the shoulder to avoid two motorcycle cops coming the other direction. At that point, everything kind of went in slow motion as the trailers fenders just barely clipped the riders handlebars forcing his front wheel to the right and throwing the rider to the ground behind the trailer. The rider was up quickly, the driver of the truck stopped as did the moto cops. The incident was resolved easily as the rider was not injured at all, thankgoodness!
After the excitement, we headed back toward Yountville. The last 20 miles was difficult with the heat, headwind, and the constant presure of each of us pushing the pace. There were a couple of times I just wanted to get off the bike and stop.

