|The first few miles in Englewood|
|Bob entering New York State|
|Mordecai and Jon Route 9-D|
Musings from the mileage intoxicated:
A sleep deprived thirty eight hour tour covering 375 miles of hilly terrain does something to a persons’ brain. I notice a significant effect on the ability to recall details. Essentially, the majority of two days has become somewhat of a blur interspersed with snippets of clarity. Too occupied with the task at hand to have taken notes, I rely on my out of order memory to recount the details of the adventure. I will share the bits of clarity that are available to me. The remainder will have to be left to my imagination and yours.
|Indian Point Nuclear Facility on the Hudson|
|A nose shaped mountain along the Hudson|
|Bear Mountain Bridge|
Recollections from Day One (225 Miles):
A send off from the hotel parking lot from ride organizer Katie in the pre-dawn hours of Saturday. Daylight appearing shortly thereafter. Crossing into New York. I recall a pleasant ride along the Hudson River passing the Indian Point nuclear plant before climbing a substantial hill on 9W. Crossing the Bear Mountain Bridge with a misty fog hanging on the peaks of all the nearby mountain tops. Continuing north on pleasantly mild terrain to the first control in Fishkill, NY. I recall mildly rolling terrain on our way to the the next stop. Thoroughly enjoying the coffee and food at the control in Rhinebeck called “Bread Alone”. After which, hillier terrain was encountered passing through Saugerties and Woodstock. A rock band playing to a small audience in the village square of Woodstock. I remember another substantial climb before arriving in the village of Phonecia where I enjoyed a delicious muffin at the control stop named “Mama Boy’s.” I remember talk from my riding companions of a gradual 11 mile climb to be undertaken upon leaving the control. I was assured the climb was gentle, which it was. After climbing steadily for over an hour my legs could no longer distinguish gentle. I recall passing through the ski resort community of Hunter, NY, enjoying the beauty of the region. Arriving sometime later at “Vasta’s Pizza” in Stamford, Devouring a tasty slice as daylight began to slip away. A night time roll to the next control in Walton. Sitting outside the market discussing another major climb before the sleep control. Grinding for what seemed like forever on a 3.5 mile grade just outside of Walton in the pitch darkness. Watching the tail lights of my group fade away as I resort to the granny gear to manage my weary legs. Feeling somewhat elated at the top, then speeding down the descent into Downsville. The quiet five mile ride on a country lane that would lead us to our cabin. My watch reads 1:15am. Hungrily devouring good soup, lasagna, macaroni and cheese. Flopping into bed without benefit of a shower as I was just too tired to take one. Being awakened by painful leg cramps, then later by Jon telling me it was time for another bike ride.
|Band playing in Woodstock Village Center|
Recollections from Day Two (150 Miles):
I recall my watch reading 4:30am starting out from the control. A several mile climb, somewhat more gradual than the night before. I clearly recall the names of painful climbs like Dalia Road and Elk Point Road before passing through the town of Liberty. Then climbing more. Arriving at a bagel shop where the group had stopped. I remember choosing to go on ahead to minimize the impact of my slower pace on everyone else. Delighting in the remaining moderate miles to the control in Cuddebackville, where we re-grouped. Leaving ahead of everyone knowing they will catch me before the next control. A significant climb on Guymard Turnpike. Strangely, that one is rather enjoyed. Stopping for a scenic photo at the top of the ridge. Jon catching up to me. More rolling terrain. Mordecai and Bob catching up to us. Some bigger rolling terrain. Arriving at the control in Goshen. I remember feeling a knot in my stomach when Mordecai announced that the next section would be quite hilly. Thirty-five miles of continuous climbing. Grinding up large hills, descending, then repeating. Occasionally, doubting myself all the while continuing to slowly make forward progress. Making it to the top of Distillery Road where Bob and Mordecai are stopped chatting with a couple of local cyclists. I keep going. Sorry to appear rude. No time. Arriving at the control in Bloomingdale totally spent. Feeling relief learning that the remaining thirty miles to the finish are mild. Some fast pace lining on the last section. A return of energy which had left me during the hilly part. Feeling elation knowing that I, and my companions, would surely finish in time. An enthusiastic greeting from Katie in the hotel parking lot. Being told we all smelled bad. My watch reading 7:25pm. (38hrs 25min).
|Reaping the benefit of a difficult climb|
|Mellow Yellow II takes in the scenery|
|Route designer Mordecai enjoying the ride|
Epilogue from the mileage intoxicated
Despite the somewhat blurry details I am left with a distinct overall impression of the event. The words that best describe it are; beautiful, challenging and worthwhile. I am happy to have participated. And, totally thrilled at completing this route. It’s a boost to my confidence for the ultimate season ending goal of Paris-Brest. The ride served as a test for me and the Bike Friday. While it was no walk in the park the bike and I both managed to pass.
I’m looking forward to my participation as a volunteer on the main ride. I’ll be manning the Cuddebackville control (day two). Katie, Bob and Mordecai, with the assistance of an experienced group of volunteers, have planned an extremely well supported event. The initial design and concept was for a PBP preparation ride. What is being offered meets the criteria exactly. If you are PBP bound, or just looking for a significant challenge, this is the ride to get in on.
I hope to see you there.