Bike Items for Sale - Here's a photo journal of bike parts that I'm trying to clear out of my workshop.
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|Bike Ridden:||Power Gold Rush|
|Cumulative climbing:||11000 feet|
|Avg. Speed (moving):||19.5 mph|
|Max. Speed:||28.7 mph|
|Nominal System Voltage:||48|
|Battery energy available:||2400 wh|
|Battery energy consumed:||2155 wh|
|Net battery energy consumed:||1320 wh|
|Battery Amps-Hour Used:||41.4|
|Regen Amps-Hour Recovered:||16.1|
|Peak Forward Current:||23.5 Amps|
|Peak Regen Current:||30.3 Amps|
|Peak Motor Temperature:||88.1 C|
|Average Motor Temperature:||49.2 C|
Coleville to Columbia, August 14, 2020 - I never sleep well the first night on the road. I should probably restate that by saying I never sleep well the first night in a new place. I remember at the last minute thinking I might bring a melatonin tablet to help me get to sleep. I took it before turning out the light at 2020 the night before, and I remember nothing more until I woke up at 0030 the next morning to pee. Unfortunately, the effect of the melatonin must have worn off. For the rest of the night I tossed and turned, unable to go back into deep sleep. I hadn't even set an alarm, and I was thinking about how early I should rise to be back in Columbia by noon.
At 0415 I decided to get up and get ready to depart around 0600. My first task was to prepare a breakfast of oatmeal whose dry contents I had packed and carried last fall for a three-day trip that got shortened to two days. For some reason I didn't feel hungry, and I struggled to force it down. The mixture tasted too salty. Had I accidentally doubled the salt proportions? I couldn't remember. I had two more spoons full left in the bowl when I quit. One more would have sent me retching. What I had eaten would have to do.
I finished packing, and even though I had eaten some of the food I had brought with me, I had a hard time zipping up my packs. The eastern sky was starting to get light, and I could see that it was overcast. As quietly as I could manage, I wheeled my bike out the door, then rode down to the office to drop my key in the after-hours box. It was just after 0600 when I was back on the road, heading north on US395. Temperature was a cool 16C, cool enough that I started with a long top and shorts.
The highway was quiet. Only a few cars or trucks passed, and the asphalt was clean and smooth (except for the cursed rumble strip). The clouds above were displaying varying shades of red and orange from the sun rising in the east. I set my cruising speed to 27.5 mph.
It wasn't long before I arrived at the junction with CA89 and the start of the east-side climb up Monitor Pass. Without delay I started the climb. The road starts through a short deep canyon holding Slinkard Creek then comes out into Slinkard Valley. Vegetation is that of a high desert with few trees.
After I traversed the final switchback on the climb the sun broke through the clouds and cast a pleasing light on Slinkard Valley below. Far to the south I could also see some of the high peaks in northern Yosemite. Then just before I crossed from Mono to Alpine County I felt the sun for the first time today.
By this point the grade had eased somewhat, although I still had some distance to go yet to the pass itself. But it was not long before I made the final climb into the small grove of aspen trees that mark the location of Monitor Pass, where I stopped for an obligatory summit photo. Temperature was a chilly 13C at the pass, the coldest temperature on the ride. I was happy to be wearing a long upper, but avoided donning long lowers as I knew I'd just be taking them off again at the bottom of the descent.
To the west I could see Silver Peak (10772ft) rising in the distance. I continued across the plateau to the false pass on the western side, then started down. I stopped a couple of times to photograph the distant peaks as the light changed on the land. Seeing the sun rising on the eastern faces of the peaks made it worthwhile to start early.
The road levels off a bit at Sagehen Flat near Heenan Lake about half-way down the descent, then plunges down the canyon carved by Monitor Creek to the East Fork Carson River. At the bottom I turned left onto CA4, not even thinking twice about taking my original planned route that would have added 40 hot miles to my day.
I continued quickly up Silver Creek, past the campground, around the sharp bends on the road hugging a cliff, then up to Ebbetts Pass in step-wise fashion. I stopped briefly at Kinney Reservoir to photograph the reflection of Ebbetts Peak in its water.
After another obligatory summit photo at Ebbetts Pass, I started down into Hermit Valley. The skies were less overcast to the west, but still the air was cool but not cold.
As I continued west past Cape Horn, where I could see The Dardanelles from the north, and descended toward Lake Alpine, I encountered my first cyclists riding the other direction.
Although I did not need water, I wanted to top off my supplies to prepare for the heat at lower elevations. The tap at the east end of Lake Alpine had been shut off, and the fountain at the west end parking lot had been dismantled. Water in the lake was low, but I suspected the fountains had been shut off due to the pandemic. I continued into Bear Valley and was able to draw water from a hose bib at the sports goods store next to the fire station.
I then started the long descent from Bear Valley to Dorrington and beyond. For the first several miles the road undulates. Not until one passes Ganns does the road descend in earnest. The grade is such that one can coast comfortably for many miles without braking. I set my limit speed to 27.5 mph so that I could recapture some energy. The descent continued unbroken into Dorrington where the air temperature had risen into the high-20s C.
On the next 17 miles through Arnold, Avery, and Murhpys I kept moving at or near my cruising speed, pausing only a couple of times. Westbound traffic was light, but eastbound traffic consisted of long platoons. Many people were heading into the mountains to enjoy cooler air just as a heat wave was starting in the valley. It was only as I descended through the short canyon above Murphys that the air began to feel truly hot.
I continued through Murphys and toward Angels Camp, leaving CA4 at Parrotts Ferry Road. By now the temperature was in the high 30's C.
Parrotts Ferry Road climbs and descends a few times before plunging to its low point across New Melones Reservoir. I stopped at the far end of the bridge to note the temperature on my thermometer, 38C, the highest temperature on the ride.
At this point there was nothing more to do but climb up to Columbia and my waiting van. I pulled into the 49er RV Park a couple of minutes after noon, and I was happy not to be riding further.
In the end I felt hotter driving my van than I felt on the bike as I was sitting on the sunny side of the van, and the temperatures at lower elevations in the valley were even hotter than they were in the Sierra Foothills. I only felt the slightest relief as I crossed Sunol summit on I680 and descended into Fremont just after 1500.
|Bike Ridden:||Power Gold Rush|
|Cumulative climbing:||11910 feet|
|Avg. Speed (moving):||16.7 mph|
|Max. Speed:||30.9 mph|
|Nominal System Voltage:||48|
|Battery energy available:||2400 wh|
|Battery energy consumed:||2061 wh|
|Net battery energy consumed:||1537 wh|
|Battery Amps-Hour Used:||40.3|
|Regen Amps-Hour Recovered:||10.2|
|Peak Forward Current:||22.0 Amps|
|Peak Regen Current:||23.2 Amps|
|Peak Motor Temperature:||111.9 C|
|Average Motor Temperature:||51.0 C|
Columbia to Coleville, August 13, 2020 - The end of the second full week in August turned out to be my best window for enjoying a trans-Sierra bike tour. Weather was forecast to be clear, I managed to clear my recurring obligations that later in the month might be difficult for me to do.
Initially I had three days available, Wednesday 8/12 through Friday 8/14. Unfortunately, due to the COVID-19 pandemic I had trouble making contact with the owners of Marble Quarry RV Park to leave my car parked for a couple of nights, a location I have used a few times before. No one would answer their phone or return messages.
Due to the delay in finding a place to leave the car I ended up riding only two days, on Thursday and Friday, and I found parking at another RV park in Columbia, 49er RV Park. The 49er RV Park was in the same neighborhood as Marble Quarry, so there was no significant change in distance for my planned routes.
Just after I had committed myself to the trip, I learned that the weather forecast had added in a chance of thunderstorms on the afternoon of Friday. I could live with this as usually I am out of the high country by the time any weather builds. My main concern is the first day. But, also in the forecast were extremely high temperatures with a "heat advisory" being issued for Friday afternoon.
Since my planned route was to return west on CA88 then through the foothills along Railroad Flat and Sheep Ranch Roads, lying between 2000 and 3000 feet elevation, I knew that I'd be hitting these short, hot climbs late in the day when temperatures were expected to exceed 38C (100F). Even on an e-bike I'm not keen to be out on a long climbing-intensive ride in that kind of heat.
I decided to go anyways, since I'd already reserved a room at The Meadowcliff Lodge in Coleville. My first day's route would be from Columbia eastward over Sonora Pass, then north to Coleville. I could decide whether to continue the next day on my planned route or to cut it short by riding west over Ebbetts Pass and CA4, a route I've ridden a few times before and knew could be done comfortably even in extreme heat due to it being mostly downhill on the hot sections.
On Thursday I awoke at 0330 and was out the door before 0530 to make the drive east to Columbia, a trip that takes about three hours from home. I was ready to ride before 0900, and the air temperature was already warming noticeably. My on-bike thermometer read 26C, and that's pretty much where it stayed all day on the climb to Sonora Pass, varying only a couple degrees either way.
My route took me east out of Columbia on Big Hill Road, the first big climb of the day up the shoulder of Yankee Hill and through the various communities and subdivisions of Twain Harte. Many of the homes appeared to be unoccupied vacation homes, and traffic was light on Big Hill, Longeway, and Middle Camp Roads. In the town of Sugarpine I connected to CA108 and remained on the state highway the rest of the way over the Sierra Crest.
Traffic on CA108 was light in both directions on this weekday, and I continued east on the smooth asphalt at 20 mph, stopping only for the call of nature a few times. East of Strawberry traffic became infrequent, and I enjoyed the next 20 miles mostly in quiet solitude.
When I reached the water faucet at the shuttered Dardanelle forest service ranger station, I was ready for a short break while I refilled my bladder and bottles. I topped off my water as I knew I would be drinking often as I climbed up the west side of Sonora Pass.
On the steep part of the climb to the pass traffic seemed heavier, although no less courteous. This time I managed to ride without stopping all the way to the pass. Only on the golden staircase near the "elevation 9000 ft" sign did the motor temperature venture briefly into the overheat zone, causing the controller to reduce power about 10%. Although I used maximum power on the steep bits, I dialed it back on the less step sections, giving the motor a chance to cool off before tackling the next steep section.
Half-way up the west side climb a few downhill skateboarders passed me, no doubt enjoying the smooth asphalt that had been laid down last fall.
At the pass as I tried to take a selfie in front of the sign without getting out of the bike, a tourist offered to snap my photo. Before I could remember that I should not share items, I had already handed my camera to the gentleman. Oh well, at least I have the photo.
After snapping a selfie in view of the westbound sign, I started down the east side. At one of the bridges over Sardine Creek, traffic came to a halt at a one-way control due to road construction. As I waited the flagman pointed at me and beckoned. Maybe he'd let me pass through now, I hoped. I rode down to the front of the queue.
"We're going to have to transport you in the truck," he looked at me sharply, pulling up his mask as I drew near.
"Why can't I just follow the cars?", I asked trying to hide any hint of whining. I didn't want to interrupt my ride nor have grubby workmen's hands all over my bike.
"We can wait until my foreman gets here to ask him, but we're not allowed to let bicycles through the construction zone."
"Is the surface grooved, graveled, or oiled? Is there some special hazard?", I pressed further.
"It's our contract with Caltrans. We can't let you ride through," he replied.
A few minutes later the foreman driving the pilot truck arrived. The first thing he said when he jumped out of his truck was, "We'll have to load you in the back of the truck to take you through. We've got equipment all over the road down there, and our contract won't allow a bicyclist to ride through. It's either the truck, or you'll have to turn around." he added with an air that suggested he was not willing to entertain other options.
I couldn't imagine what hazard could exist in the construction zone that would allow passage of a car but not a bike. The bike was a narrower vehicle, so should be able to pass around any extra-wide equipment. The only explanation I could infer was that some bureaucrat somewhere, probably someone who doesn't ride a bicycle at Caltrans or the construction company's insurance carrier, had deemed it dangerous for a bicyclist to pass through, even in a guided queue of cars. My observation of the road surface in the zone and construction activity only confirmed my suspicion.
Turning around was not really an option at this point as I would not have enough battery capacity to climb back up the east side of Sonora Pass and ride the 70 miles back to Columbia without stopping and partially recharging somewhere, and that would make the day too long. Besides that, I would forfeit my $100 room reservation and miss my second day.
"My bike is quite heavy and awkward," I warned in vain.
"Here. The three of us can lift it onto the truck," the foreman offered.
I rode around to the rear of the pilot car, got out of the bike, and before I could warn them about not lifting the bike from the fairing, the foreman and the flagman had their hands all over the frame and other sturdy support members of the bike and hoisted it into the truck bed. I guided the front wheel, but spared myself the heavy lifting. With a bit of maneuvering my bike managed to fit perfectly along the diagonal of the truck's bed, allowing the truck's tailgate to close and lock behind it. That gave me some reassurance that my bike wouldn't slip out onto the road.
I grabbed my camera and took a couple photos. Meanwhile one of the drivers in the queue, likely one near the front who had observed our fussing with my bike, started honking.
"Hey! If you don't want to wait, turn around and go home!", yelled the foreman in the general direction of the honk. He was in no mood to be crossed.
"Go ahead and get into the passenger side," he pointed to his truck. I did as I was told.
He got in and started to turn his truck around to guide the eastbound traffic through the construction zone. I adjusted my mask as a subtle way of suggesting he should wear his, but he was too busy talking to notice. At least the truck's windows were wide open.
"We're widening the road two feet. That'll give more room for bicycles. We also widened parts of 395 over the last year."
I told him I appreciated the extra width but that there were still some narrow parts that were not pleasant to ride. I added that I appreciated the new asphalt on the west side of the pass after he mentioned he had worked on that project last year.
He asked me where I was headed, and other than my answers he talked either non-stop to me or into his radio to warn his workers to move their equipment out of the downhill lane to allow us to pass. He complained that traffic over Sonora Pass was heavier than usual since travelers could not drive through Yosemite on CA120 without holding a Yosemite reservation.
At the bottom of a sharp S-bend in the road near Leavitt Creek, not more than one mile down the hill we came to the end of the construction zone where a shorter queue of westbound cars had accumulated. We quickly got my bike off the truck, and it took me only a moment to check that I hadn't lost anything and to be ready to continue riding. The only thing out of adjustment was that one of the support hooks for right-side under-seat pack had come off the rack. This can be seen in one of the photos. It was trivially easy to place the hook back on the rack.
After the long queue of eastbound cars had been exhausted I followed them downhill, enjoying the road to myself all the way to the USMC Mountain Warfare Training Center. Even then only a few cars passed me.
I turned left onto US395 and enjoyed a nice wide shoulder for some distance. Unfortunately, the wide shoulder did not continue all the way through the canyon. Perhaps the shoulder-widening project is a long-term goal.
I set my cruising speed to 25mph to get through the canyon quickly. Most traffic passed when they could leave ample space, but a few campers/trailers passed a little too closely for comfort.
On some of the narrow sections I took it as a challenge to see if I could ride the narrow, 1-2 foot wide strip of shoulder to the right of the rumble strip when I could see that it was free of debris. Since there was a nice tailwind but no gusting cross-winds I did not find this difficult, although doing so encouraged more close passing by other motorists.
Before long I emerged into Antelope Valley and the town of Walker. I stopped at the General Store to buy a few pieces of fruit for breakfast, then rode over to Walker Burger to enjoy an early dinner of a garden burger, fries, and a 32-oz. root beer on their outdoor patio dining area, tables appropriately spaced. It was not the sort of meal I would prepare for myself at home, but, after a warm day on the bike the salty, deep-fried food and soft drink hit the spot. Temperature was a toasty 31C. Walker Burger was popular at 1530 when I arrived. But, by the time I left the early dinner/late lunch rush had abated.
After my meal I continued northbound on US395 until I reached The Meadowcliff Lodge nestled beneath the imposing Centennial Bluff. The resort's office was already busy helping two other customers, but after a few minutes I got the key to my room, a bag containing the toiletries that are normally left in the room for guests (new COVID-19 requirements), and an explanation of special rules and restrictions due to the pandemic. The woman behind the counter told me that business had been booming during the summer.
I was happy to arrive at a resting spot as the day's heat was starting to get to me. After getting my bike into the room, I cranked up the A/C, "yard-saled" my packs, took a shower, and settled down to relax until the sun set with the intention of getting to sleep shortly thereafter so I could start early the next morning to try to be done with my ride before tomorrow's heat advisory took effect.
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