Getting the hang of it

Hello Bike Ridin' Guys Watchers,

Alright, okay, that's it, we got it, 'at's it, we're cruisin.  The fellows are finally in the groove.  

Day 3 ended and Day 4 began in Paso Robles. 

Paso Robles is at the southern end of California's vast growing area.  They loved the miles and miles of gorgeous farmland and little traffic despite their few hiccups. But now it was time to head for the coast.  The day started foggy and cool (no wonder they grow strawberries there).  But the guys were determined to make good time.  Clay leads the way.  Pat says Clay can watch the road (cracks, debris)  and traffic, read a map, and google information on his phone all while flying along at 15-18 miles per hour.  He also is carrying about twenty pounds of stuff -- change of clothes, wrench set, spare inner tube, lubricants - bike and skin and a 1/2 pound of psyllium powder.  Clay goes nowhere without his psyllium.  

They moved out despite the fog and headed west.  For lunch they stopped at a quaint little town on the coast called Cayucos and then pushed on South.  Pat had a backpack he'd borrowed from Chandler that was heavy and not designed for biking.  By mid-afternoon the pain from his shoulders carrying the pack was too much and so for the last 2-3 hours Clay carried that, too.  

They stayed in Pismo Beach.  Pat soaked in the tub, Clay stirred up some psyllium and then they both tucked in early.  Pat says he is feeling strong and loves the all day workouts.  But he is most impressed with Clay's biking skills.  Seems like Clay has found an activity that he loves and does really well. 

The weather reports are calling for heavy rain all day Friday on the coast so they are trying to get to LA before that hits.  Not sure that is possible.  The goal is Santa Barbara by tonight.  Cross your fingers...

They've started talking about their next trip.  Somewhere beautiful, but with less traffic.  Wyoming was mentioned and so was Montana.  Sounds great, and I'm pretty sure there's no spots two guys on bikes could get lost there, right? 

More later,

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