Day Four: Cliffs, Craps, and Cliff Bars

Today we thought it would be a good idea to wake up a bit earlier than usual because the daunting elevation change would prove to lengthen the ride. Alarms went off at 5am and we made quick work of preparation and packing, leaving at about 6:20am. Surprisingly Cesar functioned more efficiently knowing that he was going to be the driver for the day.

It was a very cold morning, all riders were wearing under armor or sweaters. We rode back through pacific city and eventually into the pasture-scattered landscapes. We soon met our first challenge, an enormous 750-foot climb. Thankfully the road had three lanes and it was still very early so we had little trouble on the shoulder. Still sore from the previous three days, David released guttural screams deep from the bottom of his stomach. While Gabe, clearly pissed that the hill had the audacity to hinder his ride, was cursing at the top of his lungs when rounding every corner to see more uphill. Luis chose the ‘look down and don’t look back up’ tactic. Milan reached the summit and played “On Top” by Flume, soaking in the ecstasy of the moment. The rest of the 4500 feet of elevation gain over 97 miles was frankly all talk and no walk, the biking boys would end up chewing through all of it by 4PM. 

 Quick rest for the boys before more hill climbs.

Quick rest for the boys before more hill climbs.

Bombing down the other side of the hill, freezing any lingering sweat, the boys flew into the countryside and made it to Lincoln City in no time at all. A quick break for cliff bar snacking soon turned into a repair sesh. Gabe had thought something was up with his wheel, upon further inspection his break pads had been rubbing against his tire the whole day.

About ten miles later and thirty miles into the ride we met Cesar at rest stop for water refills. Gabe fell on his bike while giving it a quick test ride with newly improved brakes. The boys ate sandwiches and collected the gear Cesar had purchased for them at Wal Mart. Notable (remember this sentence) was David’s request for Kinesiology Tape (KT tape), a stretching fabric meant to provide compression and stability for injured joints.

Halfway to the next stop, David destroyed a newly cleaned Burger King bathroom after his bowels kicked him off the bike in a hurry. He felt so bad he contemplated buying a whopper as a conciliation prize for the staff. But there was no silver lining for that bathroom job whatsoever.

When the boys were 20 miles from the day’s new campground, Milan kicked it into high gear because he apparently had to take a crap worth a million dollars. Clipping down the highway at the fastest rate of the entire trip, we stopped at three separate beach parks hoping to find bathrooms. At the third attempt, Milan stood soberly, looking out into the ocean knowing what needed to be done. He shed a single tear that dried halfway down his cheek. David pointed to a path into the brush, and Milan asked if anyone had wipes. For 30 seconds, Milan’s heart raced as he prayed to the Lord himself that someone had wipes in their day pack. After a minute of awkward yet worrisome and puckered silence, David pulled out his brand new, $12 roll of KT tape from his backpack. “No, I can’t destroy your tape,” Milan said. David, hesitantly but wholeheartedly withdrew his hand, and extended it once more for Milan after thinking over the gesture again…. Milan: “Alright, I’m gonna wreck your tape.” 

After a couple more hours of biking, we made it to Heceta RV Campground somewhere on the Oregon. We’ve all made a pact to have the driver for the day purchase a surprise desert for the biking lads. Cesar bought strawberry popsicles, and they were incredible. The camp owner/host is named Alan/Allen, a Southern sounding 60 year old man who likes going 248 miles per hour on his Kawasaki Ninja. Al soon found out we were doing the Cycle for Charvat ride after we arrived on our bikes, kept the laundry room open extra late for us, and offered his entire giant garage full of tools to us in the morning in case we need to do some quick maintenance. Al also plans to donate to the ride as soon as he can, and he’s been a real spirit lifter. He also spoke with David about how Luis “looked like a zombie” when he came into the RV store, and how his Ninja 1200 “rips up them hills because it don’t have no computer on board, just a carburetor.”

Tomorrow we will wake at 5AM again, and tackle the “giant ass hill of the south” that Al warned us about. We’ve been blessed with clean nickers once again, we’ll you on the other side.

 

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