#17 - a guick death....

Though they have yet to post, I stopped by the not so secret spot this am and #17 has already been snatched up ... that is all

LJ

Cranked up past and present - Velo Cache #17 - Friends and Family Edition

Motor parts dominated in the past (not these motors, but any excuse to get Motorhead and the Young Ones rolling)



but now there are plenty of ways to get your two wheeled engine all cranked up. Of course you'll have to navigate the 4 wheeled graveyard


















Not to mention the terminator like guards






















and all those stern warning signs






















Unlike many of the previous velocache's, number 17 isn't in Deep Cover



actually, the limited access hours might be your biggest barriers (unless senior terminator gets some much needed oiling).

So why is this the friends/family edition? We'll I highly encourage you to open the cache on site and I guarantee there is something inside that you and one or two friends/family members can all enjoy.

Now put the pedal to the metal and get caching...

#15 Covered and smothered.

I was unable to find the clip I wanted. The one in which Jeff Goldblum tells Larry Fishburne (oops, it's "Lawrence" now) "But I did, so get in the fucking van" in reply to "You shouldn't have done that". Watch the movie if it don't make sense. It is actually quite good.

Anyways, De La Soul are no slouches.

So My partner and I headed over to the West Side for this cache, knowing it was in the badlands of Asilomar. We weren't sure eggzacketley, and by the time we made it over there we fervently (you like that?) hoped it would be close to 17 Mile Drive, as we were dead tired, lacking a nap, and even small climbs were noticeable.


Great Success! We spotted the No Bikes sign (always a welcome sight) and went in to investigate. Check on the bear proof trash can?!? I know thar's pumas round these here parts, but bears?


Yep. Check on the prime Troll habitat.


Check on the (not so) hidden white plastic envelope. Someone had systematically cut out all the nasturtiums and heaped them in a pile under the bridge, but left the package there. It had a small hole in it, but seemed intact:

1 Large fleece jacket
2 cans Hamm's beer
1 jar Wheelsmith Spokeprep
1 classy gas station souvenir shop plaque playfully (yet seriously) encouraging boozer friends not to outstay their welcome

Is that it? Because that's what there was. Which is in no way meant to say it was not enough. Because, in spite of the fact that this whole Velocache scam is just a way for people to unload a bunch of useles crap and some (very) inexpensive canned beers, the plaque alone would have been worth the trip. Thank you very much.

So, the protocol now is that I sit on this for an indefinite time and then go out and find another one? Or what?

#16 zoom zoom

So, after scoring my first Velocache Monterey, I got sick and haven't been able to get out and place one myself until today. I figure, I'm 50/50 roadie/mtie, so my placement should be good for both.

Though foggy coastside, riding inland a bit got me a bit of sun. I wasn't the only one enjoying the sun on a bike.

Figured I'd stick with the "bridge" theme. You'll find this VC at the top of a pseudonym for a bottle/wine opener, just 1,000,000x bigger. Gas up and lay down the rubber to find this VC.


Smil'n Hawaiian

#15 - The Bridges of Monterey County

Again with the bridges. Well, this is one large white package that sticks out like a sore thumb, and needed a lot of Deep Cover:

Oh nevermind, you can't actually go here. (I made up the recumbent propaganda, but c'mon, look at the graphic fer Pete's)

Check out Ol' Blackie Boy. He's not lost, no reward, not missing....he just IS.

Well that's a nice stick but turn around you big dummy

Mind the Nasturtiums, sucka!

#11....well kinda...I swear I.....shucks, I don' know

This, THIS is what happens when you let the sweet fruit of velocache die upon the vine:


We rolled up to cache #11 hoping to find whatever Sleaze Otter'z drunks had left behind, 4 weeks past. Unfortunately, the bunker doors on #3 and several others were wide open, and there were rollerbladers, dogwalkers, and other unmentionables lingering around the perimeter. Crestfallen with the amount of humanoid activity, we were not surprised to find #11 rode hard and put away wet. Bunch of dead beers and cookie wrappers.

There is just something about pigeon feathers that suggests absolute filth

Being a bunch of green lameweeds, we took our accumulated trash home under the "leave no trace in the abandoned military bunker" mantra. I was secretly hoping a can-mad troll would hit on Katie on the way home for her aluminum goodies, maybe she was too?


The pungent stench of death here turned out NOT to be from the Velocache, and instead was from an ex-sea lion on the beach. Really though, we're splitting hairs.

And a notice to all lurkers and prize-finders: if you have picked up a velocache and not planted a new one, well that's just not proper. Imagine buying a 10-year girl a pony. Imagine then stealing it away and selling it to the circus. I admit that would be funny, be c'mon, hide something somewhere that you know, take some pictures, and let us find it!!!

Velocache #13 busted - I fought the Law and I won!

I found the blog through my Facebook and swimming buddy Chris, and immediately recognized #13 because I have used that route as a hill run in preparation for Wildflower (so much for "very few of you have been up here"). It was at the interior gate to Jack's Peak Park.


So off I went on my bike for the short but intense climb. (Short from my house, anyway.) The first sign of trouble was that I arrived at the outer gate on Olmstead road at 5:40 pm, with the gate closed, and ignored the sign reading "No entry 60 min prior to closing." Which meant I was 10 minutes late. I dodged around the gate and started climbing.


I found the cache right where I expected. Contents: A Kona keypurse, a "One less car" t-shirt (slightly damp and smelly), a Burley Designs hat, a Hamm's, a Budweiser in a Trek USPS team jersey cozy, and a Rim Tours mountain bike adventures water bottle.


I got two runners to take the evidence picture.


Next I found out that the Hamm's fit into my seat water bottle holders easily.

I didn't fancy biking home with glass, so I decided to drink the Bud.


No sooner had I popped the top (Topeak Alien 2 has a bottle opener) than the park ranger showed up. He eyeballed me and parked his truck right at the gate, I presume to prevent people from entering the park at the last minute. But there he sat, and there I was behind a bush with an open container. Bad luck for me, sucka!


So I started a yoga and stretching regime. Every time I reached for my ankle, another swig went down. I could see the ranger check up on me in his rearview mirror occassionally. I made loud breathing noises. I took a few pictures of the bay for effect.

With the Bud gone, I stuffed the bottle under a bush (ranger was parked by the trash can - don't worry I will retrieve it over the weekend!), and hid the cozy in my jersey. I mosied back to the bike, and took off, hitting a victorious 37 mph on the way down the hill.

Karl