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By Johnny, January 5, 2010 10:00 am

Between Christmas and New Years in 2009 I rode 431 miles in the span of 7 days. It all began on Christmas evening when I decided to ride out to my sister’s place in Chino Hills. The ride was good with some notable hills through Eagle Rock / Pasadena and the 3 hills entering the City of Walnut on Grand as well as through Diamond Bar / Chino Hills. It took me about 5 hours to go 55 miles. I was carrying with me a change of clothing and some Christmas gift for our gift exchange. Everything including myself made it safe and sound.

The next afternoon, I had to make the journey back home. The toughest hill this time around was the one from Chino Hills to Diamond Bar on Grand. All the other hills from the previous day made it enjoyable since the grades was a bit more steep on the way to CH. I got up to 38 mph flying down Grand in Walnut. I got home a few minutes sooner than I did the previous night.

On the 27th, I took the day off from riding knowing that the next day would be the start of my bicycle touring / camping trip.

The next morning on the 28th, I left the house at 6:20 am. I was suppose to meet Jeremy at the Vermont / Santa Monica red line station at 7 am. I underestimated the time it took to get from my place to the station with a full bicycle load. Needless to say I was late by 30 minutes. We immediately took off riding down Santa Monica towards the ocean. After about 25 miles completed we rested in Santa Monica where we were greeted by a furry friend looking for food in Jeremy’s bags. We rested and collected ourselves and prepared for our next stop, which was going to be some 30+ miles away.

We hopped back on our bikes and pedaled north on PCH. We didn’t stop until we rode past Zuma beach in which I had to take a bio-break. I was feeling good and excited about the trip. I was eagerly waiting for the scenery to change from the rolling hills of the Pacific Coast. Strangely enough, the bottom bracket on my bicycle started to act up. It was making loud squealing noise off and on. Interestingly enough, that noise was gone after the first day.

The next time we got off our bike, we were at a cool rest stop outside of the Naval Base where they showed replicas of fighter jets and missiles. We had our first meal there. When we got there, there was a guy playing with 2 new puppies. The dogs were adorable but I didn’t approach him to talk about them. I was just zoning out from the ride. Eventually we see the same CHiP officer pull over 2 cars on separate occasions. It seem to us that this was a hot spot for this particular officer. Right when we were getting ready to leave, another touring rider stops by to say hello. He was traveling from San Francisco down to the southern border from Germany. He takes 2 months off every year around the same time to tour the United States. He was riding through Yosemite and was cruising through the area we were planning to visit. We wished each other safe travel and proceeded opposite directions.

We rode through Oxnard which featured a fairly busy suburban neighborhood highlighted with various service people driving their big trucks, sports bikes, or obnoxiously modified import car. It was a relief to finally get out into Ventura before sunset. That was cut short when the clouds prematurely covered our sunset and we were forced to ride in cold.

The final leg of the ride had us riding through 2 camp sites preparing our dinner, cruising through the 101 / 1 freeway, and finally highway 150 before we found a camp site at the side of the road. We spent the night covered in our tarps listening to the calls of bats and barking of dogs through-out the night. We finished 104 miles but I could not comfortably sleep. It was the fear of being caught that kept me up. I have to admit, stealth camping is not my thing. Jeremy seemed very content since he was able to sleep through the night undisturbed.

The next morning we crawled out of our slumber back onto the 150 highway. We proceeded another 16 miles through Carpenteria and Summerland until we reached Santa Barbara. Our focus this morning was to find a spot to have breakfast. We were able to locate a spot on a park right next to the ocean walk.

I enjoyed some oatmeal and a cup of hot cocoa. Also had a banana and some trail mix. What seemed to me at the time plenty of food for a ride, was certainly not enough for what was in store today. We packed up everything and got back on the road. The mission this morning was to locate more water since we were running really low. We followed the maze of bicycle lanes and routes through-out Santa Barbara and found ourselves outside of a Vons where Jeremy bought 2 gallons of water.

We finally located the road that was going to lead us up to the road to Lake Cachuma. To say that this road was tough would be an understatement. It was suppose to be only 15 miles of straight climbing. After the first 2 miles I was beat. I was really tired. There were switchbacks and hairpin turns that would take you up 4 stories up after 2-3 turns. After 4 miles, I gave up and decided to walk the bike up. The pictures below showed a very naive me thinking I can take on this mountain. Little did I know…

We made our way onto highway 154 which was a straight climb up. When I mean straight climb, it was a complete ascend up to the top. At the end of it all, we probably climbed about 2600+ feet. At that point, Jeremy wisely suggested we put on a sweater because it was going to be cold flying down. Boy was he right! We hit speeds of 40 mph flying with speeding cars and trucks. It was a pleasant ride up and down all the way through to Lake Cachuma. We finally had our lunch right next to the lake. I foolishly thought this was it. Jeremy had other plans. He was seeking for a fire road that was suppose to take us over to the beach the same day. Luckily for me, that road was closed to the public so I offered that we stayed at Lake Cachuma for the night. I was both mentally and physically beat. I did not want to climb more mountains that evening. Thankfully, Jeremy agreed and we got to camp at the Lake Cachuma area.

During the night we were kept up by frat boys who were extremely loud. They were freaking themselves out when a enormous raccoon invaded their site. The same raccoon came through our site and stole some bread off of Jeremy’s bike. Jeremy took the bread and threw it away from our tents. It was comically because I thought I was hearing him eat in the middle of the night while it was really a raccoon. And yes, that animal was fat and enormous!

The third day of the bike tour began with a rain in the morning. We spent our mornings preparing breakfast in our tent. Knowing that I had hills, I ate more oatmeal than usual hoping that this would help. We packed up and began our ride out in the rain. I didn’t mind the rain all too much. It was actually therapeutic as we ride 10 miles towards Solvang. We finally reached Refugio Road. Locals pronounce it as Refufio. A guy on his truck stopped by to ask us if we were doing okay. We told him we were good and asked him about the road. He said he’s done the hill and said it wasn’t so bad. I guess I took that literally because I was shocked when I reached to part of the ride where the roads were so bad that the only way a car could make it up these hills, is if you have a 4 x 4 vehicle. We climbed and climbed up this mountain. Our tires and mud guard on the bike was caked with mud. We stopped several times but managed to get back on the bike and continue to pedal up towards the top. My tires were not suited for that type of situation but I pushed on slipping and sliding. Fortunately for me, I did not fall. I was able to finally make it up to the top. Jeremy once again was able to reach the top well before I did and waited patiently for my arrival.

I was greeted by a couple of old folks exclaiming, “You look like you rode from China!” I didn’t know if I should be offended or not but I was thoroughly exhausted. Again, I had to put on my layers of clothing because at the top, we were amongst the clouds or fog. Descending on the other side, we were told was going to be step and fast. Jeremy went ahead of me since he had plenty of time to rest. On my way down, I bumped into the same old couple who wanted to take my picture. We talked for a few minutes and found out that they were from LA in the Ontario area. They had a place in Santa Maria and was touring the hills to see Reagan’s Ranch. The were retired teachers who had a lot to talk about. I finally got to leave on my descent down the road after they took a few pictures with me. It was a frigid ride down. Really not a ride but rather an exercise of concentration and arm control. The roads were slippery and the visibility was horrible. It took me about 10 minutes to fly down the mountain onto the beach. I was so relieved to have lunch after the crazy 3000+ feet of climbing we just did.

After lunch, we began the last leg of our ride to Carpenteria. It was going to be a 50+ miles ride on the freeway and through Golieta and Santa Barbara. Jeremy had an abundance of energy and I found myself about 1 – 2 miles back from him at one point. I finally catch up to him when we exited the freeway and began our trail on the bike lanes of Golieta and Santa Barbara. That was probably one of the most entertaining ride that I’ve experienced. We were weaving in and out of multiple bike paths which gave the right-of-way to the cyclists.

Oddly enough, I had lost my sleeping mat on the road and a motorist found it and returned it to me. I was so grateful. When we got into Santa Barbara, the sun had set and we needed to find water and snacks. We met a few veterans who asked for change. We gave them some change and one actually told us where to get free clean water. By the time we got going again, it was pitch dark. During this whole time I was thinking to myself how amazing it is that no one got a single flat. Murphy’s Law kicked in and I got a flat on my rear tire right before we entered Carpenteria. We had to pull over and I had to unload the bike completely. It took probably about an hour to change out the tube, load and unload my bike. We finally make it to Carpenteria and found that they had a campsite for hikers and bikers available. We gladly took the spots offered and setup camp. We ate and I took a nice warm shower before I went to bed. Jeremy on the other hand was exhausted so he went to sleep right after dinner. Total mileage this day was 67 miles.

The next morning we were suppose to leave by 9am. I was up by 7am. Even though I was the early bird, I was the last to pack up my stuff. Jeremy had finished breakfast while I was putting my tent away. I felt so lethargic and drained. The ride did not start out well. I was instantly left behind by Jeremy. By the time I got my pace back we were ready for our first break.

We proceeded down toward Ventura. Once again Jeremy ran into some problems with his chain. He worked on it for about an hour before we got going again. We kept pedaling until we reached Oxnard. We stopped at a park for a breather and then about 10 miles later we decided to grab lunch. We both agreed that a nice lunch was well deserved for our efforts so we decided to go get some good Mexican food. Our first restaurant meal included a combination of a burrito and a couple of tacos. I was stuffed. Once again I thought this was enough to last me through the rest of the ride.

We left the restaurant and proceeded to ride through the same Naval Base that we had passed 2 days ago. This time we just rode pass the aircraft and missile display. By the time I reached Point Mugu, my calves started to hurt. In fact, it all just went down hill for my body from that point forward. With about 70 miles to go, I was in for a tough ride back. We patiently ascended and descended the hills on PCH until we finally reached the Santa Monica Pier. Due to the fact that it was New Years Eve, the pier was especially crowded by tourists and family.

It was in Santa Monica where I felt the chaos of traffic begin to creep up on me. Not only was I exhausted, I had to dodge people and cars while worrying about my leaning bag and sleeping bag on my bike. I didn’t want to lose anything. Jeremy took me through Beverly Hills and through Korea town in which he showed me my way back over to Burbank. He was done about 20 miles before I was. By the time I reached home, I was in a daze, hungry, and drenched in sweat. The mileage I covered was 105 miles for the last day of my trip.

There’s something about carrying all your personal belongings with you on a bike that humbles you down. A couple of notable first would be my first and second century ride was accomplished on this trip. I rode on the freeway for the very first time as well. I also learned a lot on this trip about myself. I learned that I am in decent shape for a guy who only rides on weekdays and occasionally on weekends. At the same time I learned that I need to be in better shape and battle more hills around LA. I learned to listen to my body whenever it needs something. More food, rest, and bathroom breaks. I also learned that people are generally very nice, kind, and curious. Everywhere we stopped there seemed to be someone willing to start a conversation with us. They’d ask where we were heading or if we needed any help. It was good to know that in a world where everyone is closed in their cars, people would still be willing to talk to a couple of bikers with their entire possession strapped to their bicycles.

A big thanks to Jeremy who planned the route and blazed the trail for me. He was methodical and direct with his planning. Like I said on Twitter, he was a beast on his bike and I’m glad he waited up for me when I was struggling through the hills. Here are some pictures from his camera. He took much better photos about the journey. His camera was readily available than mine so my pictures didn’t capture everything. I’m looking forward to the next trip.

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By Johnny, October 14, 2009 1:58 am

I reached the half-way point of my 2 month trial period of being car-free. The first month wasn’t too bad. I actually traveled more than I thought I would. I rode about 500+ miles so far. There were days I felt that I was struggling to stay on the bike. Most of the time I’ve been happy riding to and from work. I realize I can’t stay out during school nights too long. Riding home at 11PM or 12AM really sucks when you’re exhausted. I also don’t like to bring my Xtracycle on a train. This limits my mobility since the bike is much longer than normal and I feel like a jerk for blocking people’s way. Plus, I can’t throw it on the bus since their bike racks are built for normal length bikes. Those are pretty much the major challenges for the first month of being car-free.

Now that I just finished the 2nd day into my second month, I was presented some new challenges. I visit my folks weekly and when I got there this week, I did not have the keys to their place. I was locked out in the cold and couldn’t get a hold of them and friends. If I had a car, I would have the keys with my car keys. No, that did not discourage me but made me realize that I need to be more conscious about having keys with me or perhaps stashed away somewhere in case I forget again. Another challenge comes from the weather. Early in the week I saw rain in my forecast. Since I haven’t purchased rain gear for riding, I’m not going to ride the bike home. Instead I’ve planned it out so that I got a ride from a co-worker after my CERT training at work. The rain has raised more awareness as far as going to destinations like the library. Luckily I bribed a friend at work to take me in exchange for joining him for a lunch out. Otherwise, that would have been coming into work later than normal and taking 2 bus rides and a train stop to the library and then work, in the rain. The last but least significant thing I am experience is that I may be socially out casted from my friends who are planning to have monthly / bi-monthly poker games during the week. There’s no way in hell I’m riding over to Culver City on a school night for a poker game. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy so I’m glad I have these challenges. But this is definitely something I’m willing to live with. My spirits are high and I can’t wait till November 14th when the 8 week is done. Hopefully, nothing will change from now until then. I’ll be glad to announce that the car is for sale!

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By Johnny, October 13, 2009 2:07 am

Meet Rosie Swale Pope. Rosie completed a 20,000 miles of walking all by herself. The 61 year old grandmother started her journey back in 2003 when her then husband had passed away. As a way to mourn, she embarked on this epic journey which took her through Europe, Russia, Siberia, Alaska, Canada, America, Greenland and Iceland. She endured frostbite, heat, pneumonia, running out of food, being knocked unconscious by a truck, breast cancer, and breaking 5 ribs. This resilient woman shows us all that it is still never too late to do the impossible. Another inspirational story that I will add to my list to keep me motivated on my future journey.

Rosie isn’t a stranger to the public. Back in the 1970s, she sailed through the tropics naked with her first husband and gave birth to her son onboard. Here’s a video of the conclusion of this trip.

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By Johnny, February 18, 2009 11:46 pm

Over the Valentine’s Day weekend a group of us decided to go camping instead of wasting our time waiting in line for an open table at our favorite restaurant. We opted to visit the Joshua Tree National Park. This gave me an opportunity to use my tent. I bought this thing over 6 years ago and never had a chance to use it. It only cost me $20 at the time and I was wondering how that quality would hold up in the cold desert nights.

We arrived on Saturday afternoon and was immediately welcomed by our friends who had food ready for us to eat. Talk about getting the royal treatment. After the quick meal, we scoped out our site and I setup our make-shift shelter for the night. It was an easy setup and I was done withing 15 minutes.

The temperature dipped down to the low 30s when we hit the sack around 10:30PM. Thank goodness for the mummy sleeping bag we each had. It kept us warm the whole night. Only the part that was exposed suffered through the cold night which was mainly our nose.

In the morning, we indulged in more food. We practically ate all day and night. After breakfast, we ended up driving into the park and visit the Hidden Valley area for a quick hike to Barker Dam. There, we scaled rocks and boulders and witnessed a dried out dam. Saw lots of natural desert vegetation including the famous Joshua Trees of the area. After the hike we had a brief lunch and made our way to a beautiful look-out of the Joshua Tree valley. The temperature fell 11 degrees as we proceeded up. Snow lined the side of the road as we approach the look-out point. It was an amazing view, but the cold got the best of us so we quickly hauled ass out of there and back to our campsite.

Looking like it might rain, everybody opted to go home that night after a quick dinner and gathering around the camp fire. When that was said and done, we left around 8PM. I didn’t get back home till about 10:30. I was exhausted but was satisfied with the escape to nature. Can’t wait to camp again this year!

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By Johnny, September 7, 2008 10:31 pm

So this weekend marks the last weekend of training before the actual race. I think I’m ready for this race. On Saturday I witness my team mate be the first one out of the water after swimming .5 miles in the ocean. I got on my bike and rode the best I could. The last time I trained at Zuma, it took me about 1 hour and 12 minutes to finish 18 miles. This time I was able to get 18 in exactly 1 hour! My consistent pedaling these past 3 months has certainly paid off in huge dividends. I was able to run my 4 miles without stopping afterwards. I was able to catch up and keep up with my boss who by mile 2 broke away from me and was probably about 5 seconds ahead. I felt so great after it was all done. I was so hydrated that I had to pee 3 times on the way home. That should be a record of some sort.

Another good thing that happened this weekend was that I found 2 articles of my possession which I thought was long lost. Such a fulfilling feeling to have my stuff back. I’m bad for needing these items. I also got a new memory card for my new digital camera. Can’t wait to take better quality pictures.

I’ve been bad at keeping my “Album” section updated. Even though I’ve been posting pictures from my Flickr account, having complete albums is much easier on my own site. I decided to upload another album from last month’s visit to San Diego. We went to my first NFL preseason game as a spectator. I’ve worked at Raiders game before in high school but this was much better being there and enjoying the game.

Hopefully the next updates will have pictures of the race. Stay tuned.

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By Johnny, July 19, 2008 11:52 pm

I decided to do a few things as part of my adventure for this beautiful Los Angeles Saturday. I pedaled up to my favorite train stop in South Pasadena and took the North bound train towards Pasadena. It was my first time riding the Gold Line up to the last stop in Sierra Madre. From there I made my way down 4 stories of car parking and rode over to Harbor Freight, Pasadena location. For those who don’t know what Harbor Freight is, it’s a store where you can find all sorts of miscellaneous tools and items you wouldn’t find at your local hardware store or even at an auto parts store. It was great because they had so many tools for all sorts of things.

I then cruised over to Sears across the street and bought a 15mm wrench. I finally used a gift card that had $0.94 of credit! One less card to carry. I made my way out of Sears and took the train to the Bike Oven. At the Oven, I had some time to work on my bike. I had to tighten up the chain ring bolts and rewrapped my handlebar. By time everything was over it was 5PM. Me and one of the volunteers decided to go get smoothies in Chinatown. We rode our bikes from Highland Park area and chilled out and chatted for about 30 minutes and went our separate ways.

I took the Gold Line and then transferred to the Red Line and got off Hollywood and Vine. From there I proceeded to the theatre that was having the 2008 Bicycle Film Festival. I was greeted by Mr. Rollers, a very well known photographer for the Midnight Ridazz. He offered to valet my bike and so I allowed.

First time getting my bicycle valeted and I don’t mind it at all, unlike car valets. I waited in line until 7:30 rolled around and we all finally got to see some movies about bicycles. It was inspiring. When we got out, the line for the next program was long! I wanted to stay back and catch this last showing but I was hungry and tired so I bolted out to the train station.

The train was crowded with families who spent their day at Universal Studios and were heading back home. I know because they were holding souvenirs. I got off at the Civic Center stop hoping to catch a bus and try using the bike racks in front of a bus for the first time. I waited almost an hour and no bus came so I got fed up and road home from Downtown LA to Alhambra. Fueled by popcorn, a smoothie, and a power bar from earlier in the day, my head was pounding as I made my 7 mile journey at 11PM. I quickly stopped by Yoshinoya and picked up a chicken bowl with a cup of water. A well deserved meal that eased the headache and my sore legs.

Not bad for a 19 mile day (according to my cyclometer).

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By Johnny, May 7, 2008 10:39 pm

No time to post a detail rant but here are the photos. We made it back a week ago and was delayed once again.

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By Johnny, April 26, 2008 12:33 am

Lesson learned… Always check-in at least an hour before your flight takes off. We arrived 37 minutes before our flight and was denied boarding until 1:35PM. Our flight was suppose to leave at 7AM. Yes, 6 hour delay. To top it off, we didn’t even get to make that flight and was asked to wait another 2 hours. We didn’t get into Boston until 12:10AM.

At least we made it here and collected our luggage, which arrived before we did. Time to get some shut-eye. It is almost 5AM here! Yikes!

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By Johnny, April 11, 2008 4:00 pm

The ride back was another story. The train was crowded and getting into Pershing Square was interesting. Lots of people walking around. More hustle and bustle than I’m used to in Downtown LA. I almost got lost because I didn’t know where my bus was suppose to pick me up. It worked out fine since I got on a bus with open seats. Eventually along the trip the bus got crowded to a point that the bus driver denied entry for some people at a stop. It gave me the opportunity to explore the carpool lane heading East into SGV. It’s a hidden lane which starts near the Union Station. The lane runs in seclusion from the way we’re used to seeing. The Cal State LA stop leaves you at the bottom of a bridge where you either take the elevator up or take like 10 flights of stairs so that you can cross over to the campus. My bike was still securely locked up. I got home with my back soaked in sweat. It was cool but not cool enough to be wearing a jacket.

I’m definitely going to try to commute this way as much as I can. It was stress free and fun. I felt like I did something to help our over congested freeways and took another car off the road.

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By Johnny, April 10, 2008 8:52 am

I came into work as described in my previous posting. Left the house at 7:30 AM to ride to Cal State LA. I locked my bike and walked over to take the bus. The bus came right on time and I didn’t even have to wait. When I switched over to the train, same deal with no waiting. It was so convenient. I got in about 8:49 AM. Not bad for a stress-free commute.

The bus was a bit crowded but I eventually found a seat. The train was practically empty. My theory is that we have more people driving into work than taking the train, therefore trains are rarely crowded. Other places like NYC, the subway commuters outnumber automobile commuters.