I got up at 4AM for day 1. Which didn't seem so early. I get up at 4:45 most days. Mr. Poe dropped me and my luggage off and I dropped it off and then staggered into the auditorium. There were many, many people there.

The first thing they do is bring out the riderless bicycle which represents all of the people who have died of AIDS. This is a very emotional moment for many of the participants and a lot of people were sobbing. I kept it together. That's not the part that gets me. It's the people who ride all the way to LA with pictures of people they've lost taped to their handlebars. I couldn't do that. It would be overwhelming.

Here I am looking the hot mess with my team mate Andre:

They finished opening ceremonies and I ended up in the middle to the end of the pack heading out. Which meant a lot of waiting. Here are some of our super glamorous roadies:

Nothing but class here:

It was a bit of work getting to the front of the pack because I was so far back. But I managed. I got ahead of the pack by Millbrae and was pretty much on my own by the time I got to the top of the hill on 92. I headed through Half Moon Bay and then down past San Gregorio. Where, to my delight, somebody had erected a sign with my name on it. Me! A sign subject! It was my friends Pip and Joel. Nobody's ever done that for me before and it meant a lot. Here's me pointing at it.

And my wonderful sign makers:

This is the view of the coast a few miles south of San Gregorio. It was a glorious morning:

They were still setting up rest stop 3 when I got there. So I missed whatever costume theme they had chosen. Which is a problem with being an early rider. But, on the other hand, the later riders will never experience the morning calm and azure stillness of an unsullied porta pottie.
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Rest Stop 4 had already set up. They were all in their badminton outfits. Which were really sexy.

Seriously sexy:

Here's me bringing down the glamour level:

I made it to camp in Santa Cruz pretty early. Oneish, I think. And yet I still had to wait in the shower line. Not a good sign. They'd switched shower vendors. The ones from years past were like those from a concentration camp. These were more like from a prison. Baby steps. We stayed in an enormous tent city in a park in Santa Cruz. Some of the riders made a whole lot more effort to decorate their tents than me. These guys wrapped theirs in tulle. The drama!

Please let this be a wig:

I went to bed around 7 as I always do on the Lifecycle. Those party animals can stay up 'til 8 but I need my rest.
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