After Salt Point, I(Kyle) rode around 100 miles on a broken spoke(rear, drive-side - impossible to change without special tools). Luckily, my back wheel is some sort of powerful beast, and trucked it the whole way without any problems.
Upon arriving in Point Reyes, CA, we were greeted by hundreds of cyclists. Point Reyes, it turns out, is a popular start and half-way point for many bay area day cyclists. The local bike shop was closed(Black Mountain Cycles - a reputable shop that I was looking forward to visiting) while the owner was away at a bicycle parts convention, so I started asking around.
The first person I asked, Art, who was enjoying a day trip with his wife on a tandem bicycle proved to be a bike angel. After reaching camp in Sam Taylor, Art drove with chain-whip and chain-ring locknut tool down to the park so that I could make the repair. Being a bike-angel, he even gifted me the two tools so that I wouldn’t have the same problem again. This proved to be extremely fortuitous, seeing as I broke a spoke the next morning going down the hill into San Rafael.
Following my second spoke repair, we noticed Hazel’s rear derailleur cable had begun to shred in half. We stopped at Caesar’s Cycles, somewhere in San Rafael, who shown as another bike angel, offering discounts on the parts we needed, along with his assistance while we ran the new cables and housing in front of his shop.
These bike-angels seem to pop up everywhere, generally passing on their help after having their own experiences with nice, giving, helpful fellow travelers. Thanks to everyone who has helped so far!
At San Rafael, our bike trip takes a short hiatus. We ride the Larksburg ferry from San Rafael to San Francisco, take the bart from SF to Oakland, ride two miles to the lovely and beautiful Speakeasy house for a quick nap before boarding a train for 25 hours and 1,000 miles. We only road 20 miles in the Colorado desert, reaching BLM land at the Gunnison river, before submitting to our dehydration and calling Lila(whose wedding we will be celebrting tomorrow) for a ride the rest of the way to Ridgway.
Currently, Hazel is soaking in the hot springs, and I am checking in with the internet at a coffe shop. We have three more days of rest before we begin our crossing of the continental divide!
**Also, some videos and other photos will be posted somewhere on this site as soon as I can get them off of my camera…
Hazel, plucking plucky at Samuel Taylor State Park.
Three days of beautiful, fog covered, leg burning hills! So far, Hazel and I have been lucky enough to sleep in some beautiful California State Park areas(only $5 for people on bicycle). We’ve enjoyed big fires, warm food, and very little disaster(despite one broken spoke, yet to be fixed… who travels with a chainwhip and cassette lockring tool?). The next bike shop is 30 miles away, and our train is now only 70 miles away.
The Colorado adventure starts soon!
It’s late, but Hazel and I have made it to Arcata. In the past week, we recorded and album, packed all of our things into the truck, and loaded up our bike panniers with only the essentials.
Soon to come, pictures, video, and music from the adventure, our new album, and lots of updates from the ArtFarm, come September!