I should tell you that the stage was sponsored by Nissan. Like I said, we mostly drive Fords...except for the sweep trucks. Those are Nissan--Titans; one is a 4X4, the other is not, not like it matters. Both of the guys who pilot those things tend to drive 'em like they stole em.
Davis, CA is among the cycling capitals of the nation. This was evidenced by the 6-10 riders we saw on the road at 6:00am when we left the start line heading for Santa Rosa. Also with us at that point--the sun. Or at least it looked like it at sunrise.
The run to the first sprint in Winters, CA was quite uneventful, tea and coffee were consumed, odds and ends were adjusted in the cabin. Life was good. On the other end of the sprint at Winters was an excellent breakfast--I had sausage biscuits with gravy--great!
It's not that the day went slowly downhill from there, its just that it tumbled there quickly at the end. Into Santa Rosa we were treated to showers and areas of heavier rain. Lots of comparisons to 'last year' and then tales of how 'the entire race was that way' and 'one day of rain was nothing...' Well. Our post at the 1k was wet when we got there. It was wet when the riders came through. It was raining enough that our tent collected marshall stragglers who sought refuge. It also never stopped being wet.
As the race ended and we prepared to set off to a special event set up by Steve A. the most beautiful sound came wafting out of the mission right next to where we were set up. A chorus of men singing hymns seeking some sort of earthly salvation. That day the rains made sense.
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