There are three nasty hills on this ride. Mercifully, two of them – King Ridge and Seaview – are behind us. And even though we just stopped at a feed station a few miles back I am on empty. We are 56 miles into the Gran Fondo and are cursing Monsieur Leipheimer for coming up with this course. The descent down Meyers Grade was . . . Yeee-haaaa! But now, staring up at the wall that is Coleman Valley Road, we are gripped by equal amounts of exhaustion and terror.
There are untold numbers of sport activities and sports events here in Sonoma. But when I get off this bike, I plan on being a spectator, not a participant. It’s October, are the Stompers still playing? Is there a PGA tour at the Sonoma Golf Club? I need something I can do with a beer in my hand. Maybe our concierge knows . . .