Rollin’ in the LBC

Not sure whether they ran into Snoop Dogg or not, but last night the guys were in Long Beach County, so you just never know.

(PJ orders a beer at Duke’s Suds Shack. Those calves are ridiculous)

My Dad called last night, and then I spoke to him again tonight. ast night they stayed in Long Beach, which he guessed was a mere two days of riding away from San Diego. The day before they had rolled through Venice Beach, and today they made it past Huntington and Newport Beaches, and arrived in Saun Juan Capistrano. As he explained, they ride through these beach towns on the beachside bike paths for miles and miles, where they can watch the girls, and one can see “more volleyball nets than you would find in all of Canada.” There’s a dozen of them and a lifeguard tower every 50 meteres or so, he says, and the beaches go for as much 5 miles each.


(Don Tataryn looks down a long beachpath stretched out ahead of them)

He said there was one stretch in Anaheim they pedalled through where if they were in a car, the windows would be up and the doors locked. Alas, they were on bikes though. I’m sure they felt quite safe.
Tonight they’re safe and sound just across in the street from Dana Beach in Capistrano, where dad says the palm trees are wrapped in rope lights and there’s a fire burning every few hundred feet on the beach in concrete fire pits. “This is just as good as it can get,” he said of the setting. He was at the BBQ monitoring chicken and pork chopes, while half the crew sat in the hot tub next to him. He said their hotel tonight was especially nice, as they’re taking advantage of off-season rates.

Close to the end of their voyage now, I thought maybe he’d say they were exhausted and looking forward to the end, but it sounds like they might just take it easy and enjoy their last few days. “We’re celebrating our accomplishment.”
“It’s been fun,” he said. “We’ve only got two days of pedalling to do at the most, and about four or five days to do them.”

Soon they will arrive at the end of their voyage, right at the Mexican border, where they will get some photographic evidence that they accomplished what they set out to do. They’re taking it easy now at the finish, and plan to get a hotel tomorrow night near the Mexican border, so they can get there for photos and return for their second night in the same room before they pack up to leave. Janine and Real will take the truck and trailer home, while the guys will fly home.

Their triumphant return is October 7.

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2 responses to “Rollin’ in the LBC

  1. Janis

    Dad (PJ),
    You look like a long-haired hippy from California! Mom made it safe and sound, we’re sitting on the luxurious 180-foot motor yacht Huntress in the south of France, eating banana bread made by Eric, our French chef.
    Mom’s luggage didn’t arrive with her, but we’re going shopping in Cannes today, so spirits are still up!
    Hope the trip finishes successfully, and I’ll let Mom get back home to you soon enough, on the 17th. Love you, Miss you, so PROUD! (Hope you actually read this!)
    Love Janis Mary XOXO

  2. Rita(much younger sis to Al)

    Congratulations all you old-ins(as my 11 year old grandaughter said!)We are all so proud of you and glad you made it there in one(?) piece!!I still can’t imagine biking(pedal style) that distance but are happy with your accomplishment!!!Can’t wait to hear all the stories from behind the scenes-or is Janine sworn to secrecy!?Anyway,Al just wanted to say, way to go big brother-(and friends)-see you soon, love and miss you! From your “tired just reading about you guys” sis, Rita

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