We woke up well rested and reluctant to leave (WanderWheels would like to again thank Roger & Sarah for their hospitality).
Even with a late start, we took a detour to gawk along 17-Mile Drive. Hearing the name of the road for the first time instantly reminded me of 8 Mile Road in Detroit (later to be the subject/inspiration for a film and music) even though the environs could not be more different.
8 Mile Road in Detroit has served as a physical and cultural dividing line between the wealthier, predominantly white northern suburbs of Detroit and the poorer, predominantly black city. 17-Mile drive runs through Pebble Beach and Pacific Grove in a gated community, which serves as the dividing line between the wealthy, predominantly white inhabitants with a golf fetish and the wealthy, predominantly white inhabitants of the rest of the Monterey Peninsula.
Luckily for us, bicycles are exempt from paying the $10 toll per vehicle to enter the drive that non-residents must pay. Sorry, motorcycles, you are prohibited.
With five golf courses (Pebble Beach, Poppy Hills, The Links at Spanish Bay, Spyglass Hill, and Peter Hay par-3) it is a Golfer’s paradise. Having played one 18 hole round of golf along with watching “Caddy Shack” at least 18 times makes me qualified to make this assessment.
A casual inquiry into the price of a non-member round at Pebble Beach was surprisingly, unsurprising based on the homes I’d seen. It was $1000 a round – but included the cart rental.
That price was about ten c-notes beyond my budget and wisely designed to keep dirt-bag bicyclists like me from going four-wheeling with the golf cart on the course, dressed like a gopher, blasting the theme song from Caddy Shack, “I’m Alright”.
We were happy to just to ride the 17-Mile Drive on such a beautiful day. We stopped briefly for a picnic along the white sands and watched a few more golfers drive along the way.
17-Mile Drive also provided views of seals and sea lions and The Lone Cypress.
Fortunately for us we had a strong tailwind for the rest of the ride, blowing us down a particularly scenic part of Highway 1 along the California Coast. We were also treated to a surprise when Roger and Sarah pulled over in their car to say “hello”. They were also on their way to Big Sur, our destination for the night.