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DAY 21
What's an Oxnard?

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ROUTE: Solvang to Oxnard CA DISTANCE: 78 Miles WINDS: W 10...cross and tail sometimes
WEATHER: Sunny and cool...high 68 TERRAIN: Hilly until Santa Barbara then coastal flat. TOTAL CLIMBING: 3800 feet

DAILY REPORT: 

Things just don't start early in this tourist town.  Breakfast didn't open until 7:00 so we didn't get loaded to depart until around 8:00.  Everyone is probably a better rider this morning...we stayed in a Holiday Inn Express last night...I know I feel different.

We started out on hwy 154 which had a shoulder for most of the way but we had to endure about 5 miles of unshouldered road.  The traffic was moderate, but the lane was wide and traffic gave us a wide birth.  One nice thing about riding around here is motorists are used to seeing cyclists everywhere...and I do mean everywhere.  How they have so many cyclists out here still alive is beyond me.  Cyclists here have no regard for traffic control and they zoom through busy intersections through red lights as they dodge traffic from all directions.  It's nice to see our folks not giving in to those habits.  On rides like this, if we didn't obey traffic laws, it would just be a matter of time before we had a problem.  But we cycle along while maintaining our focus on getting to our destination safely...that makes me a happy ride leader.

After we got off hwy 154, we entered a few lonely back roads that meandered through the mountains with plenty of switchbacks to test our skills on descents.  On one particular road, we couldn't take the trailer...roads were too crooked, steep, and narrow.  At one point, a boulder poked out over 1/3 of the road and the road wasn't too wide to start with.  The face of the stone had signs of previous motorist's miscues...scrapes of paint and scratches were telltale signs that not everyone got around that corner without bouncing off the rock.

One interesting thing we witnessed as we climbed to the first SAG.  At the time of its construction, the steel arch bridge spanning the canyon on hwy 154 was one of the longest in the US.  It was also the first major arch structures to use all welded steel sections.  It was an awesome sight as we rode under the span on a twisty blacktop road.  After the SAG we continued to climb until we got to the level of the bridge and the view from above the structure was just as impressive.

Our climbing pretty much was over by the time we got 3 miles past our first SAG.  From there it was downhill all the way to Santa Barbara...but what a downhill.  We bounced back on hwy 154 for just over a mile of nontechnical descent but when we turned on the back road to finish our descent, we found a highly technical array of switchbacks.  As the riders made their way down the face of the mountain, they had to negotiate several switchbacks with 5 MPH signs at the apex...the road almost turned back on itself as it dropped 10-15 feet in the corners.  It was a white knuckle descent that took concentration to accomplish, but everyone descended well within their comfort zone and all got down safely.

At the bottom, we rode along the water front in downtown Santa Barbara.  The beaches were alive with sunbathers, volleyball players, skateboarders, and pedestrians.  Our route meandered through some "high rent" areas along the shoreline and in and out of residential areas following the coastal bikeway through town. 

The final miles of the day were urban into the motel.  Most of the streets out here are lined with bike lanes or there's a bike path close by that will take you just about anywhere you want to go.  I could get used to that...wish Alabama would come around like this.

We only have 2 more days left...geeze, can't believe this is over already...ocean, hills, big trees, vineyards, crop land...we've seen it all.  Tomorrow we'll ride a while along the beaches of southern California...people watching may be on the menu.  See you tomorrow.

HEARD DURING THE DAY:

"Do you know where we are going?"
"Sure, stick with me and I'll steer you wrong."

"That tire change didn't take any longer than a pee stop."

"You all will get your fill of descending today."
"Wanna bet?"

"I practiced my descending techniques in my mind all night worrying about that decent off 154."

"That road was so crooked, I almost ran into myself coming down."

"Mike, there's turkeys on the right...and they aren't one of us."

"This flat isn't mine, it's Bob's.  But we'd already agreed that even if it was mine, Bob would take credit for it."

SCENES OF THE DAY?

This is one sign you'd better believe. If you violate certain laws of physics on this descent, other laws of physics will take effect.  This could have been Isaac Newton's classroom.

We rode through some really high rent areas today...multi million dollar homes overlooking the ocean.  But there are less expensive ways to get ocean front property.  Along this beach, we couldn't see the ocean for all the RVs parked so close together along the roadway.  The residents were sitting in lawn chairs, grilling hot dogs, and watching the surf.  In Alabama, we'd call this "Redneck Beachfront" property.

One of those international street signs...STOP BIRD POOP.

If this road wasn't narrow enough, there was a rock growing out into the roadway.  Vince had to duck as he rode by.

 

The bridge we rode under.  Quite a sight from below.

Pretty impressive from above too.

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