Day 1: San Diego to Alpine, California – 42 miles

The first day of the rest of our lives, maybe.  A stalwart group of 37 rider souls and 19 veteran previous cross country grizzled Bubba veterans as staff, waited with baited anticipation of the start of their own vision quest.  The start was slowly coming with a 9 am rear wheel dipping in the Pacific Ocean.

tres_day1-startIt was a really wavy day and this rider went down to the water, after the group picture, and stuck his hand in the water and dripped the water from the Pacific Ocean onto his back wheel. A fellow rider got caught in a wave up to his waist. SO that’s how it can go.

This rider 2 miles into the ride was out the gate early basically coming out of his shoes, too excited for his own good, got to do an extra 5 miles today. It would figure into a monster hilly day. This was one of the toughest days of the trip with another hilly day tomorrow but with less miles. image

Sunset in tent city:

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T minus one and counting

A lovely dinner with my brother Joe, the featured image, on the Queen Mary overlooking downtown Long Beach.imageWe strolled the promenade deck and saw some of the memorabilia that made the Queen Mary famous. imageThis artistic clock was on the mantle of the fireplace in the first class Grand Salon. The elegant wood and Art Deco trimmings and railings were amazing. I am packed and am ready to have Joe take me down to San Diego to meet my new “adopted” family. I am ever so grateful to my family and friends for the incredible generosity and support. My brother lives in this section of cycling and walking heaven. It is tough to go, spoiled I guess. Onward it is.

My roommate is Larry Sharkey from San Diego. He has done cross country solo. He is riding a Surly Long Haul Trucker. I got real fortunate. We had a big meeting with Bubba and staff.image

Downtown Long Beach with bike trails to bike shops

Hard to believe another chamber of commerce weather day. Took off again to Downtown on the LA River bike path and wandered through the downtown where they had begun set up of the Long Beach Grand Prix.

imageI went to a real collector’s bike shop in Belmont called The Bicycle Stand. It had all kinds of  Classic vintage bicycles, Italian Masi, Colnago to die for, Hetchen’s, Bianchi and others. Very nice shop with attentive staff. They were preparing bicycles for an Eroica ride in Paso Robles in April in the middle of the month. Check out the event poster. Very cool. Hard to believe I did not take a picture must have been too engaged. Ventured back downtown to see a hub of mass transit. Hello Hillsborough County.

Strong meets SoCal low rider at the Cog and Crank bike shop in Bixby Knolls. Queen Mary for dinner.

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LA river bike path and Bixby Knolls

Another gorgeous day in LA.  From the featured image above, the bike path is shared with horses especially at the busy roads when an underpass is used. On my ride, I experienced a horse rider waving from his dirt trail below. A 33-mile round trip north on the LA River bike path. A much more industrial corridor, but really a good plan for the freeway corridor.

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Underpasses makes all this work.

imageSome straight outta Compton graffiti.

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The trail just ended and it seemed such a shame.

There was a neat park in Maywood, California that had a cool presence on the bike path.

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Lunch in Bixby Knolls. Sweetness.

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LA and Joe’s place

Arrival at my brother Joe’s house in the Bixby Knolls section of Long Beach. Beautiful day and plenty to do.

Bike Box image image Now that the bike is together it was time for a 25-miler south on the LA river bike trail to downtown Long Beach, Belmont Shores and Naples to ensure a smooth running machine. image image A gorgeous bike trail in a dense urban center. Kayaking done in the more inland protected bodies of water.image

Another section of the LA river path north from my brother’s house today.

Prologue

I was able to ride with 4 close and dear friends a couple of days before I left that I have known for over 30 years. This was what my cycling has come to mean to me. It was an expression of that joy and togetherness.

As the day to go to San Diego fast approaches with all the necessary preparations in place, no small agenda. I will meet my brother in LA put my bike together.  I am struck I am leaving the littlest free wheeler for longer than I wanted.

imageOff I go at O dark thirty to LA to meet my brother and get my bike and mind together.

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I had a 49-lb bike box and a 51-lb rolling duffel checked in. The other stuff hanging off the back pack was the essentials that were pared down to keep the baggage at limit. Onward. Tough scene leaving the littlest free wheeler behind. Onward to LA.

Introduction & Thanks

Hello sports fans. This is Tres Smith an avid recreational cyclist from by God, Ruskin, Florida and I am getting ready to assault Bubba’s Pampered Peddlers Coast to Coast ride, C2C, from San Diego, California to St. Augustine, Florida from March 5 to April 25, 2016. PeaceI have trained extensively over the last six months and that round middle that everyone sees in that picture to the right has melted off and I have lost approximately 30 pounds since my decision to attempt this life long dream. It must be interjected early that there was no fast fix or miracle cure. It was a dedicated daily effort to manage a healthy diet and an extensive training program of riding and resting to ensure balance and recovery.

In my day job, I am a registered nurse with a certification in rehabilitation nursing and had spent 20 years in the clinical setting at the local rehabilitation center and now have worked almost 9 years as a catastrophic nurse case manager. The bicycle, among other activities: officiating wheelchair rugby, coaching wheelchair softball, sprint triathlons, kayaking, backpacking, hiking, snorkeling in exotic places and traveling, has been the sanity machine that allows me to keep on, keeping on. I had previously toured with the Alaska AIDS vaccine ride from Fairbanks to Anchorage, Make a Wish triple centuries weekend in Michigan and 8 Bike Florida rides.

Thanks

There are so many people to thank who have supported me in following my dream. The first and foremost appreciation of thanks naturally goes to my lovely wife, Mariella Smith, without her none of this would be even possible. She will be joining me along the way in west Texas and the Florida panhandle. I am so very grateful for her support along the route and in our home for over 29 years. My employer, Ms. Betty Reid of Rehabilitation Advisors, for even allowing me the time off to pursue this vision quest. I have a wonderful boss who understood me well enough to know how important this was to me. All my local friends and family for their ever constant unconditional support in this and any other endeavor that I seem to take on no matter how crazy it may seem to them. There had been some discussion amongst some of my closest friends, including the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse, about a concerning lack of sanity in the past about some of my ideas. You KNOW who you are. I do believe they will change their minds after this journey.

There are a few quick shout outs that need to addressed. The community of friends, athletes and referees in the sport of wheelchair rugby, particularly the USQRA and USQRRA, that always have seemed to support me in anything I do. You are simply the best. The Tampa Bay Wheelchair Rays softball team for just being themselves and allowing me to hang out along the way. Must be Nationals! All my local hand-cranking road buddies, too.

The beautiful bike that Carl Strong hand built for me and that I have enjoyed for the last three years or so. There is a post on the blog about the build. The bike is custom and fits me like a glove. I have never enjoyed riding as much as I am now.

A shout out to St. Pete Bicycle and Fitness for getting my bike ready particularly, expert mechanic Ted Lee and also local fit guru at St. Pete Bicycle, Paul Williams for dialing me in. Thanks everybody.

The second-to-last shout out goes to my local bike club, Sarasota-Manatee bicycle club, SMBC. I moved to Ruskin 17 years ago and I had been involved off and on with this club and other clubs for that period of time. Last fall, I recently reestablished my presence and attendance at club rides and training and it has been the best involvement I could have ever wanted to prepare me for this trip. There are so many skilled and fit cyclists to train with and emulate, like Mike and Claire. I have done over 3,000 miles in training and easily half those mile were done with Jim Wheeler’s 14-16 mph group. I have met great people, some who had toured extensively and I could pick their brains for info. The club also had classes that I could attend about teaching bicycle safety and performing it. I leave my local club with fabulous training and a head full of safety. I heartily recommend to anyone to get involved in your local bike clubs for advocacy, training and support. Thanks SMBC.

The last shout out goes to Mr. Bob Ranta. Mr. Ranta is an elite age-specific marathoner and iron man triathlete. I met Bob when I first moved to Ruskin. Bob is the steadiest and smoothest bike athlete that I had ever ridden with, except for maybe Mike. Two birds of a feather. He is always optimistic, hopeful, positive and above all encouraging. He got my wife to do a sprint triathlon at Madiera Beach, Florida. No small feat. His mantra is “let’s start out slow and back it down from there.” Thanks, Bob.