Re: Alderpoint Loop 9/12
Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 4:11 am
Too right Rob. It's not like they're doin' speed or something.justoneoftheguys wrote: Why are dope [cannabis] growers, as a group, in such a hurry, anyway?
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Re: Alderpoint Loop 9/12
Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2013 9:19 am
Paranoia--they worry about their grow being left alone.ME 109 wrote:Too right Rob. It's not like they're doin' speed or something.justoneoftheguys wrote: Why are dope [cannabis] growers, as a group, in such a hurry, anyway?
A note to add--the local, fully legal side of the Marijuana-Industrial Complex consists of many hydroponics suppliers. The moneymaker for them is consumables, notably soil. A few hydroponics places have offsite depots for picking up bulk soil. Here in NorHum, I've seen the growers actually loading their pickups with a pallet of bagged soil. Coming down the hill from Alderpoint to Garberville, I saw a big semi towing a flatbed with a dozen pallets of soil going up the hill.
Re: Alderpoint Loop 9/12
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 9:08 am
Bidnessmen 'tendin' to their bidness. They get wrapped up in the competitiveness of it all. It is the way of our people. It is also our way for them to deny that they are the same as white collar guys but check the actions and not the words. Rat race.justoneoftheguys wrote:Why are dope [cannabis] growers, as a group, in such a hurry, anyway?
Chuey
Re: Alderpoint Loop 9/12
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 9:24 am
You want rat race? I'll give you rat race... http://youtu.be/8R35VS02H0Q
Re: Alderpoint Loop 9/12
Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 5:19 am
Huhjustoneoftheguys wrote:You want rat race? I'll give you rat race... http://youtu.be/8R35VS02H0Q
my RS could beat that ZX10.If it was stuck to the back of the Audi!
Re: Alderpoint Loop 9/12
Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 6:07 am
Can I relax my sphincter now ? 
Re: Alderpoint Loop 9/12
Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 7:39 am
Aye! Rather more braking than I like to see on a highway.Sibbo wrote:Can I relax my sphincter now ?
Re: Alderpoint Loop 9/12
Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 2:51 pm
Ahhh yes, the Autobahn. Just like I remembered it; people will get out of your way in the fast lane, and you'd better be sure to get out of their way too! 
Re: Alderpoint Loop 9/12
Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 8:50 am
Wow. I love that video. What a thrill to be able to go that fast for that long. I'd still rather have the bike. And the car? I can't dig black painted wheels at all. They make the car look dingy.
Chuey
Chuey
Re: Alderpoint Loop 9/12
Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2013 9:40 am
So having been denied Shively last week, I set out to find it from the other side this week. The plan looked like this:
Started out riding to picturesque Ferndale. Got a GoPro shot as I rolled into town:
Ferndale is a town that time hasn't changed and the decades cannot improve. It is used by Hollywood every now and then when they need an authentic Victorian small town. "Outbreak" and "The Majestic" were filmed here.
At the end of Main Street, I took a right and went to the beach, where I found a geocache:
http://www.geocaching.com/geocache/GC4M ... ceac0bcb5c
Here's a shot on the way there:
To the right is the Eel River floodplain where the Ferndale dairymen run their cows. To the left is the start of the ridge that keeps the Lost Coast (my ride two weeks ago) properly lost.
That geocache and this one found, I continued on Grizzly Bluff and Blue Slide roads to Rio Dell, and thence to the famed Shively Road.
The Shively Road was a bit of a challenge, running up and down a valley wall beside the Eel River, mostly in the shadows. I slowed down a bit with each deer I saw, and a good thing that, as they seemed especially stupid. Rutting season, and all that. Like teenagers at a dance, maybe. I think the does were either running scared, or looking for some buck action and trying to decide if my rack (levers and mirrors) was sufficient.
It seems Shively does not want to be found, though. Gravity seems to gust strongly to its North and South. Quite seriously, Senor GoPro got this pic while the front was locked and I was going down, my Oh Crap moment:
I have this to say--Gear is Good! Love my gear! Thank you, Gear! I have a decent amount of experience falling down on a bicycle (this crash was at bicyclish speed) and I know that this same crash on a bicycle would have me picking grit outta my skin for days afterward. Got some work to do on the bike, though:
So I got the bike switched off and upright, took my helmet and gloves off, and sat and contemplated a bit. I'm prepared to let Shively be a mysterious place floating in the redwoods for another year. And I saw what made me go down. You can see the redwood duff in the pic. That was the first place it was in the middle of the road. In the previous eight miles, it had all been on the shoulder where the passing draft of the dope growers in their pickups had blown it. Clearly they went through that corner slowly, leaving no wake.
So I examined the bike, moved the mirror and clutch lever back to appropriate positions, and turned around and rode back home. Had a stop for lunch at Amigas Burrito in Eureka:
I'm a regular there, and that's my usual Veggie (bean) Super mit Death Paste salsa. I do not recommend it if you are traveling through due to the way it will repeat on you the next day. Get the chicken version with any of the lesser salsas if you've got (bike) seat time in your future.
Got home, fessed up to Muriel, and I still have bike privileges as soon as the bling is renewed. But I'm probably done exploring the wee tiny towns at the end of wee tiny roads for the year.
Got up the next day (crash was Wednesday) feeling a bit stiff and wondering why I wasn't stuck to the sheets (oh yeah, Gear!), and found that Muriel had a kayak expedition planned. I spent three hours chasing this:
and now I'm really stiff and sore.
Started out riding to picturesque Ferndale. Got a GoPro shot as I rolled into town:
Ferndale is a town that time hasn't changed and the decades cannot improve. It is used by Hollywood every now and then when they need an authentic Victorian small town. "Outbreak" and "The Majestic" were filmed here.
At the end of Main Street, I took a right and went to the beach, where I found a geocache:
http://www.geocaching.com/geocache/GC4M ... ceac0bcb5c
Here's a shot on the way there:
To the right is the Eel River floodplain where the Ferndale dairymen run their cows. To the left is the start of the ridge that keeps the Lost Coast (my ride two weeks ago) properly lost.
That geocache and this one found, I continued on Grizzly Bluff and Blue Slide roads to Rio Dell, and thence to the famed Shively Road.
The Shively Road was a bit of a challenge, running up and down a valley wall beside the Eel River, mostly in the shadows. I slowed down a bit with each deer I saw, and a good thing that, as they seemed especially stupid. Rutting season, and all that. Like teenagers at a dance, maybe. I think the does were either running scared, or looking for some buck action and trying to decide if my rack (levers and mirrors) was sufficient.
It seems Shively does not want to be found, though. Gravity seems to gust strongly to its North and South. Quite seriously, Senor GoPro got this pic while the front was locked and I was going down, my Oh Crap moment:
I have this to say--Gear is Good! Love my gear! Thank you, Gear! I have a decent amount of experience falling down on a bicycle (this crash was at bicyclish speed) and I know that this same crash on a bicycle would have me picking grit outta my skin for days afterward. Got some work to do on the bike, though:
So I got the bike switched off and upright, took my helmet and gloves off, and sat and contemplated a bit. I'm prepared to let Shively be a mysterious place floating in the redwoods for another year. And I saw what made me go down. You can see the redwood duff in the pic. That was the first place it was in the middle of the road. In the previous eight miles, it had all been on the shoulder where the passing draft of the dope growers in their pickups had blown it. Clearly they went through that corner slowly, leaving no wake.
So I examined the bike, moved the mirror and clutch lever back to appropriate positions, and turned around and rode back home. Had a stop for lunch at Amigas Burrito in Eureka:
I'm a regular there, and that's my usual Veggie (bean) Super mit Death Paste salsa. I do not recommend it if you are traveling through due to the way it will repeat on you the next day. Get the chicken version with any of the lesser salsas if you've got (bike) seat time in your future.
Got home, fessed up to Muriel, and I still have bike privileges as soon as the bling is renewed. But I'm probably done exploring the wee tiny towns at the end of wee tiny roads for the year.
Got up the next day (crash was Wednesday) feeling a bit stiff and wondering why I wasn't stuck to the sheets (oh yeah, Gear!), and found that Muriel had a kayak expedition planned. I spent three hours chasing this:
and now I'm really stiff and sore.