Bob wanted to check out the washouts on WOLH and Stage Rd. so it was Ye Olde Pescadero Loop today. The washout on WOLH wasn’t that a big a deal. A downed tree blocking the road was a bigger concern. The one on Stage was pretty bad with just a sliver of road, enough for a bike to ride through. After finishing lunch, the picnic table attacked Bob. I’d love to tell you that Bob won but I can only tell you he made out alive. Both Bob and Sonny weren't feeling it today but on the way up Tunitas, I was trying to decide between going up ahead at my own pace and then coming back to retrieve them or pace Bob up the climb. I figured it would be more fun to pace him up. Sonny, unfortunately, had already been dropped by this point. I knew that if I stayed just ahead of Bob, dangling like a carrot, he would keep chasing. And if I sped off, he'd slack off. So I made sure to keep him just below heart attack threshold. At one point he mentioned he was starting to cramp. I told him only his heart was allowed to cramp. 🤣 I’m available for all your coaching needs. 😜