Wow! Breakfast is a lot more intense than dinner. Everyone wants to get up and get on the road. The riders are hungry and a bit aprehensive about their ride. As a result it was down to business in the breakfast line. No time for jokes or funny comments. Just give with the oatmeal as fast as you possibily can!
Again the rules we have to live by in food service were a source of annoyance for the riders. We have to check wristbands for everyone before we can let them into the food lines. It did seem a little silly at times to demand a wristband from a spandex clad rider in clackity clackity bike shoes . . . but rulez is rulez.
After breakfast we all piled on the bus. The bus maven cooked up a plan to go in to Santa Cruz to stop at Peet's Coffee and Trader Joe's. We had it all worked out when the bus manager got on the bus and said we will be stopping at the Walmart/Starbuck's in Salinas. Boo to the hiss!!! But by the time we got there I was happy enough to pee and drink my "grande drip room for cream."
Camp at King City was interesting. Part outdoor agricultural museum part old timey train depot. The big issue at King City is the wind, it gusted pretty constantly after 3 PM. At times during dinner that night I was fairly certain the tent surrounding us was going to make like Dorothy's house and take off completely.
Before dinner though one of our fellow food service roadies Sergey offered to give some of us a yoga lesson. I decided at the last minute to join in, but because the gear truck hadn't arrived yet, I had to do yoga in my jeans and suspenders . . . eventually losing the suspenders which made the jeans almost fall a few times during the downward dog. Sergey was a patient and attentive teacher. I'd forgotten how much I like yoga, though I tend to prefer its meaner cousin Pilates.
Dinner that night was soooo much better than the night before (apologies to the caterers . . . but it's true!). Grilled steak and chicken with raspberry demi-glase and BBQ sauce respectively. Corn on the cob and baked potatoes finished things out quite nicely! Due to the very long day the riders had on Monday, they tended to straggle in to dinner so there was no huge rush, just a constant stream. The riders who came end near the end of the night were borderline catatonic, some of them just stared blankly when we asked them if they wanted sauce on their meat. (Of course plenty more had ribald comebacks to the meat/sauce question as well!)
Once dinner was over I tried to go and update this blog a little, but there was next to no internet, so I made do with my phone. After such a long day I was in bed and sleeping by 10. During our first breakfast service one of my fellow roadies said having done the ride as a cyclist and as a food service roadie, he wasn't sure which was harder. At the time I said no way, but now I'm starting to wonder!