There’s a lot to be said for positive attitudes, and I’m happy to report that the Trek AToC road crew is holdin’ steady and stayin’ positive, despite some pretty inhospitable weather. Stage One ended in Santa Rosa on Sunday, and we didn’t see the sun all day. Levi moved into second place, though, and the crowd really appreciated that the race route ended with a few laps around the city center. It was great to see so many people out enjoying the race, making noise, and generally not caring that they were so soggy.
After we packed up that evening, we feasted on some Mexican (food, that is, not people) and then headed down to Santa Cruze. Having never spent any considerable time in California, I got a pretty good kick out of the drive over the Golden Gate Bridge and down US Highway 101. The race route for Stage Two on Monday included some of the very same roads we were traveling on, so I got a much better appreciation of what the pro racers had to go through yesterday. It was dark when we were driving them, and we didn’t make it to our super-posh Super 8 hotel until after midnight, tired but still enthused from the drive. I never thought I’d look so forward to sharing a full sized bed with another dude for a mere four hours. The weather reports were worse than the day before, and rumors were circulating that Monday’s stage might be canceled.
Our Monday started at 5AM, early enough that the hotel office wasn’t open yet so we had to forgo coffee and the non-continental breakfast we were looking oh-so-forward to. It monsooned while we were setting up, and we witnessed some near close calls as other vendor’s tents were nearly ripped apart by the wind, rain and hail. Our fearless leader Sam invested in rain pants and goulashes for us all, and everyone’s appreciation could be seen on our faces. We all felt for the riders out there battling the elements and each other at the same time. Our set up routine was starting to get dialed, though, and we were lucky enough to be stationed right next to the entertainment stage that featured yet another great reggae band, a 30-plus member ukulele ensemble, and a hoola-hoop contest throughout the day, just to name a few.
As the day progressed, things got a lot nicer. Santa Cruze was full of cool, quirky bike folks, the kind that come out to enjoy bike races and festivals rain or shine, and the weather improved considerably. The city itself was really enthused, and the race route was lined was scores of people on the street and on rooftops
. I scored myself a media pass, and set up shop in the VIP tent (a.k.a. free beer and food tent)
and the media station right by the finish line. I’d been hearing reports of Levi’s super-human pedal stomping, and I wanted to be in position to get photos of his finish and projected podium time. I wasn’t disappointed, and neither were the crowds.
After the race, our booth was mobbed by race fans eager to talk about Levi’s first place GC position as well as his bike. Everyone wants to know if we’ve found Lance’s bike; it’s probably the most common question we’ve gotten all week. (I heard rumors this morning that at least one of the four team bikes that was stolen had been found, but haven’t confirmed.) We managed to tear down without getting wet, witnessed a rainbow, and headed to Modesto. On the way, I had my first In ‘N Out Burger experience and I was so impressed I made the entire crew wear those paper hats the rest of the way to the hotel…wish I had a picture but my camera was full from the days earlier events :)
I’m at a corner establishment now, reviewing my photos and furiously typing out emails and this post. Levi and Astana are in great position for another successful stage, and I’ve got to get ready for the finish. The weather is supposed to be great tomorrow, and I’m ready to break out the flip flop and shorts. In my ignorance, I only packed one pair of jeans, and they desperately need to be retired for the week!