Une Sortie, Déjeuner Pour Trois
New Year’s Day 2020
Tradition held on by its finger tips for New Year’s Day in 2019
and a group ride was held with a destination well south of my usual ride and we
lunched at the Coyote Bar and Grill in Carlsbad as opposed to Duke’s in Malibu.
Tradition lost out altogether this year and no group ride was
planned that I could see and I didn’t do anything much to help with that. It
appears I’m more comfortable riding sweep or in the middle of the pack and
writing about it. I hadn’t ridden in a while so I planned a solo (une) ride out
(sortie) to Duke’s. I geared up for a chilly ride but not so cold that I had to
power up my new electric socks. I decided to head up Highway 5 and over Rte.
126 to Fillmore so I could pick up Rte. 23 and ride south to the Pacific Coast
Highway.
It was a fine crisp and sunny day for a ride but I was a bit
melancholy for my friends and especially Tim who has been off the bike for so
long I can’t remember when last we rode together. His body just has not responded as we’d like to the
corrective surgeries. His pain is my pain. Tim has been the ride planner I’ve
most relied on and I’m the poorer for his absence. My frequent prayers are for
him to return to good health.
Once the technical part of the ride started on the 23 my thoughts were
consumed with keeping a good tight line through the canyon roads and along the
twisties, and there are plenty of both sandwiched around the brief portion
where the Highway 101 and the 23 are merged. I had Pandora playing through my
headset and there was a lot of good riding tunes from the CCR radio channel. The
Pacific Ocean gleamed like a lover’s eye when he spots his inamorata. (as in
Tim for Bev, Jed for Sue, Kevin for Jeannie, Aaron for Lupe, Keith for Karen,
Shawn for Danielle…) Funny thing about those parenthesized riding couples I
know, the gleams are two-way all the way and here’s a little prayer for them
and other readers: May God bring you ever closer, may you find new facets to
love in each other, and may you have good health and peace.
The morning ride down to Duke’s was wide open with the majority
of people on the road being other enthusiasts; bicyclists, walkers, and
motorists of all kinds. We shared the lanes nicely, thank you very much.
Heading down the PCH and past former haunts (I worked on the Paradise Cove pier
for a year and a half) gave me crystal clear views of waves on beaches backed
by cliffs. I was restored and refreshed for my new year.
I have to confess that I had been holding on to some hope that I
would find a friend at Duke’s, a fellow rider or two that had the same notion
as I did though I had some grave reservations about crashing anyone’s party.
The parking lot attendant waved me on by and over to the motorcycle parking
area where I saw three bikes already leaning into their stands. The first thing
I really saw was Walter’s head, Walter being the grumpy old puppet and curmudgeon
supreme created by Jeff Dunham. I was so struck by the humor of this sight
that I nearly dropped my Cross Country right there. I believe it goes like this
- Tim had won Walter in a raffle during a Ride for Guides charity event and
gifted him to Jed and I think there were performance tickets involved and now Walter accompanies Jed.
In any case, I struck gold and parked StickII next to Sue’s
nearly identical Cross Country. There is a conduciveness to joy with many of
the riders I run with and Jed and Sue exemplify that trait. I found them
sitting at a table outside by the glass wall overlooking the waves. Jed was
sitting with his back to me and it took a few seconds for him to turn around
when he saw the look on Sue’s face when she saw me walking toward them.
There is a moment at times like this when someone first sees you
that almost defies description, the pure joy on the other's face at seeing you pierces your heart with a very special arrow from Eros. He has special
bolts for each; the lover, the family member, and the good friend. All my
reservations about crashing a party were melted away and we moved to a table
for two with three chairs whereupon another couple moved to Jed and Sue’s table
on the water and we then took their seats at a table for four with three
chairs. The poor wait staff handled the confusion with good humor and alacrity.
Our lunch was filled with wide-ranging talks about close calls
with fires, blessed holidays, trips we’d like to make, friends we want to see
more of (couldn’t think of anyone we want to see less of), and how in
retirement both Jed and I thought we would ride more and not less. I turned
over 50,000 miles on the way up Highway 1 at Trancas Canyon Road. When I got
this beauty 10 years ago I thought I’d have had about half again as many miles
by now. Ah well.
So my solo New Year’s
Day ride turned into Lunch for Three (Déjeuner Pour Trois) and I couldn’t have been more happy with it.
Well okay, maybe if two or three or six or ten of you others could have been
there then I would have been happier.
The Irish have one of the best blessings ever and this is my
2020 wish for you all:
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your
face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields
and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand
Jerry ‘Shakespeare’ White
Postscript notes: of my 200 miles, the sweetest were riding sweep
behind Jed and Sue up the Pacific Coast Highway…
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| STICKII turns 50,000 miles |
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| From Highway 23 |
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| The law was out too.... |
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| Heading south and solo |
