Susan G Komen 3 Day Story

I am a 64 year old overweight ex smoker who smoked for 47 years before I quit on July 1, 2010.  I have never been very athletic, and once dislocated both of my knees trying out for cheerleading when I was 15. In March of 2010 I was so sick that I had to be taken to the doctor in a wheelchair because I could not breathe well enough to walk from the parking lot to the door of the Kaiser clinic in Napa.

On September 11, 2011 I completed the most grueling, exhilarating, exhausting, inspiring, challenging, and spectacular thing I have ever attempted -- the Susan G Komen 3 Day for the Cure walk in the San Francisco Bay Area.

For seven months, I have been training -- walking at least twice a week, losing some weight (though not nearly enough), fundraising (THANK YOU TO ALL OF MY SUPPORTERS -- YOU TOTALLY ROCK) and pulling together my gear and equipment for this event.  Many thanks to Vicki Thayer for the fanny pack, and to Ann Muzzini for the mattress and egg-crate mattress pad.

On Thursday, September 8, Rod and I. along with Mary and Peter Steinert, went out to dinner in Napa at Ubuntu, our local upscale vegetarian eatery, then headed out for San Francisco, where we stayed overnight and departed at 5:30 am for the Cow Palace in South San Francisco for the kick off for the Three Day.

Here is the link to the website for the complete event highlights:

http://www.the3day.org/site/PageServer?pagename=SF_Info_2011

Energy was high as we left the Cow palace for our first day's adventure.

Rod and Peter parked and took some shots as we headed out of South SF toward San Francisco.

The first day took us through Pacific Heights, down through the Presidio, and eventually to Fisherman's wharf, where ferries waited to take us to camp on Treasure Island.  Though it was foggy most of the day, it was clearing up as we made our way from the ferry to camp.

There were celebrations as we came into camp at the end of our first day of 20 miles!!!!

Because both Rod and Peter had volunteered to be "Camp Angels" we were lucky enough to arrive with our tent set up and our gear all unloaded.  Even our beds were made!  

Mary's bed on the left, mine on the right.  We were in row E-65 amid a sea of hot pink pup tents.

Peter in his volunteer T-shirt displaying our ALOHA banner. 

It was so wonderful  to have our significant others there to greet us!   We were able to get big warm hugs and even have dinner with our husbands!   First night dinner was penne pasta with tomato sauce, meatballs, sausages and pepper, macaroni and cheese, two kinds of green salad, mixed veggies and carrot cake, brownies, and apple pie for dessert choices.   I save my carbs for dessert -- the chocolate brownies were heaven. 

Also at camp were tents where you could take a picture and so many people did.  Here are a few of our compadres .

                                                                And finally ............

There were also places where you could charge your cell phone or laptop, buy commemorative clothing and other gear, and of course the medical tent where blisters were attended to and chiropractors were volunteering adjustments for out-of-whack backs and strained muscles.

After dinner, we went to get our towels and off to the shower trailers where those hot showers felt like heaven.,  especially after waiting in line so long to get one!   Back in camp, there was karaoke and entertainment, but we did not participate.  We collapsed into our tent, and all lights were out by 9:00 pm, because next day we were up and at 'em at 5:30.

This day we were dropped at the Berkeley Marina and walked up Shattuck and through the campus at UC, where a cheering section was gathered at the campanile.  We were there when the gongs struck 11:00 am.
Then on through Oakland, downtown at City Center, and to the ferry launch at Jack London Square.  This was a perfect location because it was right next to a restaurant and bar, so Mary and I could have a glass of wine before we boarded for camp.  MUCH better than the day before, where we waited in line for the ferry at Fisherman's Wharf with no place to sit!!!  The weather this day was mild and not foggy like it had been the day before.  By the end of the day, my blisters were pretty hot, and I felt like I was walking on shoes full of sand.

That night, we went to the showers FIRST and there was hardly any line.  So we ate dinner in our pajamas  -- broiled chicken breast, browned potatoes, peas and carrots, green salad, and another one of those luscious brownies!!!    That night, I was asleep before it got dark!!!!!!!  The worst thing about camping out was the long chilly trek to the portapotties in the middle of the night - brrrrr!!!!!!   Although it was amazing how CLEAN  those portapotties stayed with so few men using them  :o) !!!!!!!!

Day Three was the hardest on me.  By then, my feet felt like I was walking on broken glass, not just sand. I made it from the ferry dock to the first pit stop in Tiburon, but there were so many walkers at the medical tent that I took the shuttle to the second pit stop.  When I took off my shoes, I was amazed to see brand new blisters not only ON my toes but BETWEEN my toes, to go with the ones I already had on the sides of my feet at the big toe where my bunions lay.  I got taped up and felt pretty good walking to the next pit stop in Mill Valley.  But just to make sure I could make it across the Golden Gate, I took the bus to lunch at Fort Baker.  By this time, the weather was super spectacular -- clear and breezy and just mild enough so that we were not sweat covered loonies.  At Fort Baker we were met by cheerleaders from the local high school, and  had our last lunch.   I had called Rod the day before, and he and peter had gone to camp and folded up our tent and took our gear, so that was one thing we didn't have to worry about.  At lunch, I called him and he and Peter were at Marina Green.  They drove down to the visitor center at the foot of the bridge so that they could greet us as we crossed.

At the foot of the bridge, we had a rest stop with potties and beverages. We needed both .

From this point, although Mary, accompanied by Peter, walked on another 2 miles to the holding area at Fillmore and Marina, Rod and I drove.  This is where we met the walkers coming through, including the woman I trained with in Napa, Monica -- who was nearly delirious with fatigue

Cheering them Home!!!!! 

 
                                                     Mary at 60 Miles YAY!!!!!!

 
                                             I picked up my T shirt and my Rose

                                             And then I took care of my poor ravaged feet

And one last shot of Mary and I together at the end of a long and exhausting wonderful once in a lifetime journey together.

To all of those who supported us, cheered us on, made donations, kept us in your hearts and prayers and warm loving thoughts, we cannot thank you enough.  All 1500 San Francisco walkers were there to make a difference and help wipe out the terrible scourge of breast cancer, and we were so happy to do it with humor (SAVE SECOND BASE, F**K CANCER, FIGHT LIKE A GIRL, HELP THE HOOTERS), passion and love.

Concours D'Elegance

Last post was about the most FUN car show, but this one is about the most ELEGANT car show -- the Concours D'Elegance in Hillsborough.  Of all of the high end classic car shows, this one is the oldest, having gotten it's start back in the early 50's.

This is the one that highlights some of the classiest of the classics and showcases the ones that Rod works so hard on for his customers.

  Owners often come in the costume of the era in which their cars were the stars, like this one

This is the show that has hospitality tents with dim sum, sushi, and the like.  The breakfast hospitality tent had croissants, mini muffins, orange juice, and fruit BUT NO COFFEE!!!!! Of course, you could stand in line for a half hour (like I did) for your coffee which was available in cappuccino, mocha, latte and (for good old plain coffee ) Americano.  Oh, well -- at least it was free until 10 am.

This Packard is one that Rod restored for Norm Buckhart, one of his best customers.  I really love that
                                                          beautiful eggplant color

                                    And here is the 1925 Lincoln  that Rod restored as well

Another of Rod's good customers (and a good friend as well) is Gene Daly, who always does up wonderful lunches and libations.  This year, her had a margarita machine and two choices for lunch.  I had the bowtie pasta salad lunch with dolmas - YUM!!!

                                                   Cindy and Mikie at the lunch table .
                                                       Note those Cadillac Chairs!
Gene was also concocting mimosas, bloody marys, and (best of all) bellinis -- those delicious champagne and peach nectar concoctions.Needless to say, I drank several of those bad boys.

Gene icing down the champagne for mimosas and bellinis 

All through the day, the announcer (who had a melodic British accent) made announcements and reminded people to vote for the "people's Choice" ward -- I voted for a mint green 1954 Kaiser that had matching mint green upholstery and was a very classy fun car.

The 1929 Cadillac that Rod restored for Norm Buckhart DID win second place in it's class.  This is such a pretty car!

Love that rumble seat!!! 

Here is the '29 Cadillac getting in line to go to the Winner's Circle at the 2011 Hillsborough Concours D'Elegance

At the Podium on the Red Carpet 

All in all, nice cars, nice food, nice company and nice day!!!! 

Concours d'LeMons 2011

August brings the best car show ever that we attend -- the Concours d'LeMons.  Held during the same week as the prestigious Concours d'Elegance at Pebble Beach, and the Concorso Italiano (Ferrari, Lamborgini) show, this one is a gathering of "the oddball, mundane and truly awful" of the automotive world.

Last year, our two Trabants won in their class (Kommunist Kar).  Other classes including Rue Brittania (British cars), Needlessly Complex Italian, Der Self Satisfied Krauten Wagen (German), Soul Sucking Japanese Appliance, Swedish Meatballs, Rust Belt American Junk ( which always includes a complete category for American Motors, and  a string of Pintos) and Unmitigated Gaul (French cars),  There are always a handful that fit no category (as I will explain later) . In addition, the cars from the "24 Hours of LeMons" race (where no car could cost more than $500 to compete) are always showcased.

Last year the show was held at Toro Park in Salinas, but this year it was moved to a lakeside city park in Seaside, right across the street from the Seaside City Hall.  This charming little lakeside park was also the Canadian Geese migration path toilet for the entire state of California, as we quickly found out when we pulled in.

We brought two entries this year -- and got a two for one entry fee!  -- for our completely original and unrestored FMC motorhome, towing my 1961 Rambler American Convertible.  In order to be in the much-vaunted pre-show Cruise, we arrived on Friday afternoon just in time to unhitch the Rambler and get in line, cruising down through Monterey and out onto the 17 Mile Drive (having BSed  our way past the guards at the gate) with the rest of the Lemons.

LeMons along the shoreline of the Monterey Bay - 17 Mile Drive --- Carmel, California

Of course, the most fun of all on the cruise is chugging past the car snobs along the route that leads to the Golf Course and the show for the priceless jewels of the car world.  We always get lots of cheers and we aleays reply with as much frantic honking as we can muster.

Since we were NOT at Toro Park, where camping would have been quite nice with bathrooms and firepits, we had to hunker down in our motorhome in the parking lot of the Embassy Suites in Seaside between two car trailers, hoping nobody would roust us out in the middle of the night. Needless to say, between the glare of the streetlights and people coming and going from the nearby Chili's, we didn't get a whole lot of sleep.

The day of the show dawned overcast and chilly, but we got the motorhome into position and spread out our accouterments:  astroturf lawn (thank goodness for that -- protecting our feet from goose poop), picket fence, two planters of garish neon orange fake flowers, pink flamingos, our tiny barbecue, two plastic-web folding chairs, and a table covered with one of the last madras bedspreads to survive the 70's.  We gave the blow up palm trees a try, but one had a leak, and the other gradually wilted as the day went on.  On the table, we set our bribes for the judges, a bottle of limoncello and two "USA" baseball caps.

Everyone wanted to see the inside of the motorhome.  Yes. It is all completely original, down to the two-tone orange shag carpeting, orange formica countertops, gold striped velour upholstery, smoked veined mirrors in the sleeping area, and all of the fake wood paneling you could ever need .  Even some of the accessories, life the throw pillows, shower curtain,  and towels, are original.  Too retro cool!!!

Of course, we had to dress the part --Rod in his Concours d'Lemons T-shirt, and I in my orange tie dye.

The lovely RV (and my Rambler) were not the only LeMons at the event.  A large contingent of racers from the 24 Hours of LeMons race (no car could cost over $500) were also on display including :

                                         This lovely "Porche" -- we loaned them the flamingo lights

This Amazing Turbo Charged number 

                                                Close Up of Turbocharger

                             And several other awesome gruesome and hilarious anti-race cars

                                                          Love the Hood Ornament

  Of course, safety is always first, which is why there is an award for the most dangerous car.  I don't think
                                                       this one was the winner, though

                                                  Dose Eccccck-ees!

And of course there was my Rambler and several other classic junkers to admire and snicker over

                                           Semi-art car tinfoil covered van next to Pacer

All in all, it was a fun filled day with much to see and do.  To read more about the Concours d'LeMons, have a hysterical chuckle, and see all of the pictures, check out these links:

http://www.concoursdlemons.com/

http://www.autoweek.com/article/20110821/CARNEWS/110829987


http://www.caranddriver.com/news/car/11q3/2011_concours_d_lemons_crap_crap_and_more_crap-auto_shows       (This link shows our  motorhome with a hilarious description and all of the other "prize" winners)

My Pal Bob

Not long after I took over managing the paratransit program at CCCTA (from which I retired in June 2010), I got a call one day from a gentleman at Rossmoor who asked  me if we could set up a van to take seniors from Rossmoor to the Trader Joe's in Lafayette once a month to go shopping.  I said I would meet him for lunch and we could talk about it. Over grilled cheese sandwiches in the little diner cross the street from Rossmoor, Bob Caplow and I hashed out a plan for a shopper's bus to Rossmoor one Sunday a month with fares that would be affordable.  Bob lost no time beating the bushes for sponsors to help pay for the service and putting out the sign up sheets for the "Rossmorians" to sign up.  Bob and I talked on the phone frequently and became friends.  I found out that he had been an east coast engineer for most of his life and had worked on the Manhattan Project (wow).  Bob and his wife Norma had lived at Rossmoor for about eight years at that time and they did not own  a car, taking the Rossmoor bus and County Connection buses everywhere, and for some doctor appointments, the ADA paratransit LINK.    After a couple of years of successful Trader Joe's shuttles, Bob let me know that his wife was ill and was going to Stanford Medical Center for treatment.  Not long after, Norma passed away.  I found out and attended her funeral, the first Jewish funeral I had ever attended.  It was sweet and Bob was absolutely shocked to see me there.    I walked with him down the hill from the service to where everyone was parked and gave him a big hug.

Bob turned over the shuttle to someone else but we continued to communicate from time to time via email.  Bob was an up to date guy who knew his way around a computer.  One day he sent me a little video clip of a song his grandson had written and was singing accompanied by his guitar -- Don't Worry, be Caplow"  It was so evident from that video that Bob was well loved by his kids and grand kids, and had been all his life.

When I retired, Bob was one of the people to whom I sent my home email address. Keep in mind that we had only met each other face to face TWICE during this time.  Bob turned 90 in 2010, and his kids threw him a big party.  Bob met a lady he calls a "JAP who is not a JAP" (Jewish American Princess) and they became companions.  She is 87.

A couple of months ago Bob emailed me that he was undergoing treatments for prostate cancer.  He asked if he could call me in the event that he was unable to book a ride for his cancer treatments, saying that he mostly took LINK and the volunteer drivers from the American Cancer Society.   I emailed back and said OF COURSE I could take him, and wouldn't it be lovely to have lunch, too?

It turned out that Bob needed a ride on July 29, so we arranged a meeting place at the Rossmoor Clubhouse, and went out for a delightful lunch.  A new bistro had recently opened up at Rossmoor that was pretty darn swanky and had very good food -- no institutional bland chicken breasts and rice for these active seniors!!!  Around us, groups of  silvered haired ladies celebrated birthdays, and grandparents ate lunch with their grown grandchildren, while Bob told me more tales of his youth and adventures.   We both agreed that life was pretty darned good and we were pretty darned lucky!!!!

AT the clinic, all of the nurses and office ladies knew Bob, and he brought gifts of fruit for them all.  While he had his treatment, I read a National Geographic (I completely love NG but have never subscribed myself).  When Bob came out, he asked the receptionist to take our picture, so here it is:

I sure hope I get to have many more lunches with my buddy Bob in Walnut Creek.

Best Weekend Ever

Yes, indeed!   What could be better than a weekend with friends you love, great music, good food, perfect weather, good wine, and a Rolls Royce to carry you around?

Never mind that the Rolls looks like a Chevy Malibu!!!! It's ours temporarily before it gets shipped to a customer in Austria.  pardon me, but do you have any Grey Poupon?????

Had to be this past weekend!!!!!!   Linda and Virgil came up and we went to see kd lang at the Mondavi Winery.  Such a fabulous venue!!!!   Not too big -- maybe 1000 people or so, all grown ups with no drunken brawls, outrageous behavior, or annoying people who talk all though the concert.

Under the arch into the winery entrance the stage was set and the acoustics were perfect.  Everyone had lawn seating, and there was food and wine to purchase, although we brought our own picnic supper that I had lovingly prepared --- chicken liver and mushroom pate with a baguette to spread it on,  chilled cucumber soup, shrimp salad stufefd tomatoes,  apple peanut salad, and lemon bars for dessert.  Oh yeah, and our water bottles filled with Hendry 2006 blush wine  and another of chardonnay.

                                Here are Cindy and Linda enjoying some Hendry Ranch Rose
                                                  before the sun went down at Mondavi

kd lang enthralled the crowd and look how close we could sit!!!!   Where else can you have that kind of experience?  I have to say lucky, lucky, lucky all over again.

So could the weekend get any better?????   In fact, YES!!!!  On Sunday morning, Linda and I did a short (2 and an half mile) walk around the Avenues, then went with the husbands for breakfast at the Black Bear Diner.  Mmm-- those biscuits!!!  Those country fried red potatoes!!!!  That California omelette!!!!!!  So much food we packed up over half of it to take home.

After that, off to Old Town Napa for the first (and I hope not the last) "Porchfest"  which invlved about 40 different music groups on porches all over Old Town playing for free.

There was a Celtic Duo

And a string quartet that played Beatles tunes (wonderful!!!)

There was also a solo acoustic performer

Not to mention a soul combo on the porch of the Migliavacca Mansion

And the very entertaining Myths Cats whose entire repertoire consisted of songs about food (One Meatball, Yes we Have No Bananas,  Jamablaya )

                                                           There was a little Rock and Roll

                                            And a smattering of Bluegrass, too

   All within walking distance of one another.  The streets were filed with people walking, biking, roller blading, and a cadre of Segue riders.  There were people pushing strollers, walking dogs, and navigating with maps clutched in their hands showing all of the venues and all of the houses.   There were old people, young people, tourists, locals and everyone in between, all enjoying another perfect day in Napa.

    To put the final cherry on the top of our hot fudge sundae (Sun day), we ended up at Foster's Freeze for ice cream cones and root beer floats.

                                          Life is good, right, Linda?   Life is VERY VERY GOOD!!!