My tentmate Chuck and me. Chuck was 14 yrs my senior but he got into camp 1-2 hrs before I did each day.
Two fellow recumbent riders and me at a Pit Stop on Day 7.
Me and my bike on US 1 just north of Santa Cruz.
A beautiful spot as we wait for lunch on Day 2 north of King City.
A real wedding took place during dinner on Day 5 between two riders.
The family to the immediate right followed us around in their van for several days cheering us on.
On the far right is a saddle sore rider reaching for the butt balm from a guardian angel.
Some cyclists breaking camp at 6 AM in our tent city.
Riding through beautiful Santa Barbara on Day 6.
Day 7 closing ceremonies in West Hollywood brought sadness to most of us.
The sea of luggage to be picked up after the ride was over.
created July 22, 2003 by David Greenstein
