On the Bike with Mac from San Fran to LA!

Diary of an extra­or­di­nary 7 days!

The atmos­phere is charged with excite­ment as over 2,500 par­tic­i­pants gather at the Cow Palace to check in for AIDS/​LifeCycle 9. Cyclists drop off their bikes, Roadies meet their team­mates for the first time, and all par­tic­i­pants view the Orientation & Safety Video. The jour­ney begins tommorow! All Team Hartshorn had been fundrais­ing for the event in the weeks lead­ing up to today, our goal of $15,000 swelled to $22,540 thanks to all our friends and asso­ciates dona­tions. Thanks to all who shared in this unique event by giv­ing to the cause.

Over 2,400 par­tic­i­pants have worked so hard for this moment. Cyclists have been out on the roads train­ing of thou­sands for miles, or endur­ing gru­el­ing spin classes dur­ing this very wet spring. Roadies have been dream­ing up fab­u­lous themes, cre­at­ing out­landish cos­tumes, and learn­ing how to drive 24-​foot trucks. And together they’ve raised $10 mil­lion! Today, the hard work pays off as AIDS/​LifeCycle 9 begins!

Lunch on the 1st day, still foggy near San Francisco. Ware­house full of the 2000 or so bikes the evening before the 1st days ride.

At 107 miles, Day Two’s route is the longest of the week, and for many cyclists was their first cen­tury ride. The day began in a foggy Santa Cruz and wound through arti­choke and straw­berry fields of the fer­tile Salinas Valley. By the after­noon the tail­winds had picked up and were pro­vid­ing a strong push towards camp in King City 

At a rest stop. Zink Oxide cream is my friend. Maps dis­played the routes at the Information tent every evening always had peo­ple were star­ing at them. Team Hartshorn with the boys who enter­tained the crowd that night.

Almost every cyclist woke up think­ing about Quadbuster, one of AIDS/LifeCycle’s most infa­mous hills. The chal­lenge arrived and was sur­passed early, with a mix­ture of smiles, sweat and tears.

After sum­mit­ing the ‘buster, Cyclists pro­ceeded to the tiny town of Bradley, where they were wel­comed by smil­ing school-​children who served BBQ lunches to raise money for their school pro­grams. Hot, dusty, tired, but ulti­mately vic­to­ri­ous, Cyclists arrived in Paso Robles to make camp at the Mid-​State Fairgrounds.

The backs of all the gear trucks at the overnight stop. Notice the blowup doll hang­ing in one of them just in case of an emer­gency. One of the tent cities we slept in each night along the route to LA.

At 97.7 miles, today’s route was the sec­ond longest day of the week-​long jour­ney to Los Angeles. A favorite of many vet­eran AIDS/​LifeCyclists, the route is incred­i­bly var­ied in topog­ra­phy and scenery.

Beginning in the wine coun­try out­side Paso Robles, cyclists climbed the Evil Twins to aston­ish­ingly clear vis­tas from the “Halfway 2 LA” point. After enjoy­ing a breath­tak­ing descent to Highway 1 and the coast, the route turned inland through the out­skirts of San Luis Obispo before pro­ceed­ing to tonight’s camp in Santa Maria through the Central Coast’s fer­tile farmland.

At the half way point. waited 5 min­utes for my turn to hold up my bike!! All 5 Team Hartshorn Brothers at the half way point.

After four days of rid­ing, and 344 miles behind them, the par­tic­i­pants of AIDS/​LifeCycle 9 are ready to cut loose and paint the route red! It’s Red Dress Day, which saw cyclists once again wind­ing their way through pic­turesque wine coun­try to lunch in the town of Solvang. Tonight we made camp in Solvang.

Surrounded by Fairies after the race! Brothers Rob and Peter chang­ing a flat tire. (This photo does no jus­tice to how lovely and shim­mery Peters red dress is!! ) Brother Bruce –somewhere!

We rode 85 miles from Lompoc to Ventura. The high­light of the day was our stop at Paradise Pit at Santa Barbara for their famous ice cream and then later that night on the beach for the can­dle­light vigil to honor those who lost the bat­tle against HIV/​AIDS.

Another mass of bikes in the morn­ing before day 4 or 5. Not sure which as I’m already start­ing to lose my sense of real­ity and tires are get­ting a lit­tle worn. I per­son­ally had a very lim­ited wardrobe thus I did laun­dry most evenings after my shower or even while showering!

The ride ended in Los Angeles with a sense of eupho­ria of what we had all acheived and the money we’d raised. $10 mil­lion for San Francisco AIDS Foundation and LA Gay & Lesbian Center and a sense of hope for the cause of Aids and for the world wide fight to beat it. Along the way we’d made new friends and shared an extro­d­i­nary expe­ri­ence. I’ll never for­get it.

I’m about ten feet from the fin­ish line but I’m stop­ping, com­ing for hugs and kisses from my won­der­ful fam­ily. Bruce and I with the old­est and youngest of the next gen­er­a­tion of Hartshorns. Green Shirts my Mom made right before the ride. There are five of us and as I’m the youngest (obvi­ously) my shirt says “Team Hartshorn 5″ We wore them on the last day as we crossed the fin­ish line as our wives and fam­i­lies cheered us on. Madeline and Cameron rid­ing on my suitcase.