Kemo Sabe

Just call me the Lone Ranger, or if you prefer, you can call me Kemo Sabe, which - if you're interested - means "Faithful Friend" - a little tidbit I picked up when trying to find out how to spell Tonto's famous nickname for his close friend.

I was very excited about our trip to Wilder Ranch this morning. In fact, with no alarm I awoke at approximately 4:45 in anticipation. I was dressed and ready to go - just checking the weather on the computer, when V came down with my youngest, Starks.

He'd developed a whooping cough, called croup, and needed to go to the ER for a breathing treatment via a nebulizer. V took him to the ER, and I stayed here to wait for my two older sons to awaken. He's fine now - we're actually pros at this, as he has had this 2 or 3 other times.

BUT, once V got home, I was able to head out! I just went down to Santa Teresa Park. Pressed for time, I parked at the entrance near Harry Road and Camden. I skipped Stile Ranch, and headed around the back side so I could ride up to the radio tower and then down the Rocky Ridge Trail and back to my car. I went about 7 miles in about 1 hour, which was approximately 7 mph. No abacus or calculator used in that tabulation. Max speed was 32 mph, and total elevation gained was 975 feet.

The bike, again, performed admirably. I am definitely working out the technique and shifting kinks on some of the uphills - though the uphills are still winning mostly because I still lack the power I need to drive through. It'll come. The bike really carved up Rocky Ridge all the way down the trail. I love that thing. It is now literally just a matter of getting the rider up to the same level as the machine.

On my way back, I ran into Kevin and his family as they were heading out for a family bike trip in ST Park. His son had a sweet ride and could well be ready for the group.

A good little ride - looking forward to the scoop on Wilder Ranch.