MS-170 - Coast the Coast - Team Verizon Fios

The Motivation

I've been wanting to participate in a charity ride for some time.  The opportunity came knocking when my wife attended a talk given by Jim Stratos, one of her co-workers at Verizon.  Jim was recruiting for Team Verizon Fios, the company supported MS cycling team.  The team riders raise funds which are matched by the company.  When I learned I could join the team I jumped at the chance.  Thanks to the kindness and generosity of friends I quickly met, and exceeded the fund raising requirement.  The fact that our neighbor, a working mother, is diagnosed with MS would give the ride extra meaning for me.

Team Verizon Fios 2011

The Logistics

The Coast to Coast edition of the MS rides is a 170 mile two-day venture to Cape May, the southernmost point of the state.  The start is set at Monmouth University in Long Branch.  An overnight stop is scheduled at a school in the Pinelands.  The National MS Foundation takes care of the riders' needs throughout the event.  Bag transport, bus transportation back to the starting point, and to hotels for the overnight are provided.  Food and water is available all along the route at rest stops and at the finish location.  The folks organizing the event seem to have thought of everything. 

It occurred to me that being in Cape May, with my bike, was an opportunity to log some additional miles by riding back to the starting point.  I added a second overnight to my itinerary by reserving a nearby motel room in Cape May.  I would leave Monday morning at 5:00am for the final leg.  Also, I thought it might be more of an adventure to do the three days of riding on the fixed gear bike.  To make it all work out I needed to pack everything for the three days in one backpack.  During the 170 mile trip to Cape May the MS volunteers would transport my bag to the overnight and the finish.  Once re-claimed at Cape May I would have to wear the pack on the ride home.  In the interests of keeping the weight down I would only allow myself essential items. 

The Start

Being more used to the small crowds at Randonnuering events I was amazed at all the people and bikes amassed around Monmouth College when I arrive at 7:00am.  Coincidentally, my friend, and fellow Team Verizon member, Todd, is parked in the next spot.  Todd, a fellow rando rider, is riding the first 85 mile leg to the Pinelands, which was one of the ride options.  His girlfriend Leslie, a member of another team, would be riding both days.  I check in at the Team Verizon table and collect my rider number and a very spiffy team jersey from Jim.  After which, I drop my pack off to be transported to the overnight stop.  I ready my bike and line up with Todd and Leslie for the 8:00am start.  Todd informs me there are 1800 people participating in a variety of ride options ranging from 25 miles to the 170 mile Coast to Coast.  Once the go signal is given, with the cutting of a tape, we are off.  It takes awhile for the mass of cyclists to get through the starting gate and out of the university.


The team gathers at the start



Todd (center) ready to go

Day One

Team Trane is Leslie's team.  They are well represented among the masses in those first few miles, including a couple on a tandem.  With all of the riders around it's difficult to stay together.  After the crossing of a pedestrian bridge, which riders must dismount for, I lose sight of my two riding companions.  I'm not sure if they are ahead or behind me.  I ride my normal pace assuming I'll run into them again. 

Team Trane has one of very few tandems on the ride

We head south towards Tom's River going through the shore towns of Bay Head, Mantoloking, Normandy Beach, and Seaside Heights.  I'm mostly riding alone, but a few riders have latched on to my rear wheel here and there.  So far I've not fallen into a specific group.  We cross over the bridge leaving Tom's River.  I come across a rider who falls into step as I'm going by.  His name is Dave.  He tells me he was riding with a group that was too fast and he's now feeling pretty fried.  I learn it is his first time on an organized ride.  He admits he's just learned a valuable lesson about pacing.  I invite him to follow in my draft for as long as he wants.  There is a rest stop at mile 49, which is listed as the lunch stop.  We agree to stop there for food and water.  Upon stopping I can feel how warm it has gotten.  We are early arrivers at Pine Creek School, there are only a handful of other riders in.  Dave agrees to keep the stop brief so we eat quickly, re-fill water, and head out.

Dave, former Mayor of Lacy Township

Back on the road Dave tells me he is the former Mayor of Lacy Township, which we are about to pass through.  True enough, once we enter the town he says hello to anyone who happens to be out of doors.  Actually, calling them by name.  His memory is impressive.  After a brief run south on US 9 we turn off to head into the northern part of the Pine Barrens region.  The riding through this area is pleasant with light traffic and there is a bit of a tail wind assist.  At the 65 mile point Dave begins to falter a bit.  I give him one of my Hammer Gels hoping it will perk him up.  It helps only briefly.  We hit a section with some mild rolling hills where he visibly begins to fade.  He is clearly struggling, slowing considerably.  I feel bad, but I think it will be kinder for me to let him fall back, then to try to nudge him along for the next 20 miles, possibly pushing him beyond the pace he needs to stick to.  On a long gentle incline he drops  out of sight.  I hope to see him at the finish.

Scott, a fellow fixed gear rider

I pass by one of the last rest stops, not opting to stop, as a rider is just pulling out.  He catches up to me asking what gearing I'm running.  I see he is also riding a fixed gear.  My gearing is at 69 inches.  He informs me he's running  a 74 inch set up.  He keeps a nice pace on the flats, but, his gearing isn't helping him much on the rises, which are prevalent on this section.  We flip flop positions for awhile, me passing on every upgrade, then being passed on the flats.  On a long incline I leave him quite a bit back.  The GS Parkway is just ahead.  The route has us turning on a parallel road named Poor Man's Parkway.  The name is appropriate as the road is toll free and riddled with pot holes.  None the less it is flat.  The fixed rider catches back up.  This time I amp up my cadence a bit to maintain his pace.  We stay together for the remaining miles arriving at the Pinelands school a little past 1:30pm.  I learn his name is Scott.  We are clearly early arrivers, as there are only about six bikes parked in the racks.  I notice one of my team mates, Dave F, is already there preparing to go out on the 15 mile optional power loop, which will end his day with an even 100 miles.  I'd come across him several times throughout the day.  Although, we never actually rode together for any amount of time.  Shortly thereafter Todd and Leslie arrive together.  Todd heads off to find the bus back to Long Branch.  As I'm waiting to board the first bus to my hotel,  Dave, the former Mayor, arrives.  I congratulate him on his effort to finish the ride, knowing what he must have gone through.   Once on the bus to LBI and my hotel I run the evening's plan through my head.  I need to clean up, do a light stretching routine and procure some food.  After which I'm hoping to get a good nights sleep for a  4:30am wake up.

Day Two

At 5:30 am I board the shuttle bus back to the school for the start of day two.  I enjoy a nice breakfast with Jim, Kathleen and some of the other members of Team Verizon Fios.  The team is consistently one of the top fund raisers participating in the ride.  After breakfast I ready my bike, which was conveniently stored overnight for me, and move outside for the start.  A small group sings the National Anthem followed by the tape cutting, signaling the official start.   I look around for my team, but see no one in the area.  Not knowing what else to do I start the ride.

Yours truly on the morning of day two.    photo by John

Immediately, we are in the pine barrens rolling southerly with a nice tailwind.  There is a slight chill in the air requiring me to use arm and knee warmers.  The overcast sky is consistent with the forecast.  Rain showers are a possibility for the afternoon.  I hope to be done by then.  I notice two riders are on my wheel, and the one directly behind me comments on my drive train.  He asks why I would choose to do this ride on a single speed.  Unfortunately, there is no good answer.  One would have to ride one to understand.  I pull out to ride alongside the guy.  His name is John, his friend, Rich, is new to cycling.  John is helping him to complete the ride.  Rich looks to be in good shape and seems comfortable on the bike.  I'm betting he makes it without too much difficulty.  John who speaks with a European accent has heard of Rannonuering, and, of the Paris-Brest Grand Randonee.  He's excited to hear that I've registered for the ride.  I take photos of the two of them before they pull into the first rest stop, which I opt to pass by.  We agree to look for each other at the finish. 

John and Rich in the Pine Barrens (Day Two)



A fast paceline just before the 48 mile rest stop (Day two)



Dave F, Team Verizon Fios (Day Two)

Riding on my own, I enjoy the quiet scenery of the region.  After a short while a group of three riders hooks on as I pass by.  We ride together for about 10 miles, enjoying some conversation, before they pull off in to a rest stop.  My target for the single rest stop I'll need is between 50-60 miles.  Until then I'm good to roll.  A fast group reaches me among them is Dave, from my team.  He is riding with some of the team Trane guys.  I amp it up and ride along for awhile, but it's not a pace I want to maintain long term.   One of the Trane guys gets dropped.  I back off and pull him along for awhile.  Finally, he fades more and drops off.  After crossing the bridge into Ocean City I come upon a rest stop at mile 46, which is billed as the lunch stop.  It's not quite 10:30 yet so I choose to keep going.  I have enough water for about 15 more miles. 

The roads on this section are familiar.  I've definitely ridden this way before on the NJ 600k.  There is ocean to my left and I'm still enjoying the wind at my back.  Other than a couple of riders, who are not part of the MS ride, I see no one around.  The two riders I see are a couple on vacation from Pennsylvania.  They ask me what ride I'm doing, having seen the number pinned to the back of my Jersey.  We ride for a few miles conversing until I make the turn for the Sea Isle City rest stop which is at the Ambulance Corps.  I pull in, noticing there are no other bikes in the racks.  I ask the volunteers if anyone else has been in.  They say I am the first.  They have only seen two riders a short time ago, who passed by without stopping.  I'm a little baffled how I could be so near the front of the ride.  I didn't think I was pushing that hard.  I refill my water, use the bathroom and head out just as three riders are pulling in. 



My Jamis Sputnik is the sole visitor to the Sea Isle City rest stop

My position near the front of the pack doesn't influence me in any way.  I maintain the same pace as before  spinning the pedals at a comfortable cadence.  After riding on my own for awhile the three riders I saw at the control catch up to me.  As they are passing by one of them invites me to join.  I decide to jump on.  It is more efficient to ride in a group.  They are keeping a brisk pace.  At times it is difficult to stay with them, as I need to spin so fast at the higher speeds.  I'm grateful for the many causeway bridges we encounter as the group slows down somewhat giving me a break from the high rpms.  As we near the finish the wind direction changes to either cross wind, or sometimes headwind.  This works well for me, as I am effective grinding through windy stretches.  I take the front through many of these sections.  No one has caught or passed us, although we do come upon two riders in the final five miles.  One of them, Mike, is from my town.  I've ridden with him once before.  Mike and his friend, a young man still in high school,  join us for the final miles to the finish.  The last push to the US Coast Guard Station on the Cape is the windiest section of all.  There is a crowd of volunteers to cheer us across the finish line.   When we arrive at the bike racks we learn that only two riders are there ahead of us.  Hundreds are still on the route working their way in.  As we head over to the elaborate food buffet we hear the cheer going up for more finishers.   This will be repeated many times over the next several hours.  In the meantime, it's time to reap the rewards of arriving early, no line at the food table.     

Steve and Ken E, two of the guys I finished with

Ken T. leading the group in the final twenty miles

The volunteers prepare a delicious plate of vegetarian food for me.  I enjoy eating in the company of my most recent riding companions Ken E, Ken T, and Steve.  After which, I wander around the large area looking for any of my team mates.  Also, keeping an eye out for Leslie who should be finished by now.  With all the masses of people, most who seem to have changed into street clothes, I don't recognize anyone.  Feeling a bit tired I decide to ride to the motel, which is a few miles away on the north side of the town.  I notice the first bus back to Monmouth University loading as I ride out of the Coast Guard Station.   I pull in to the quaint little motel at about 4pm.

My location for night two

Day Three - The Return

At 5am I depart the motel heading north on US 9 in darkness.  It is raining lightly, but the temperature is a comfortable 67 degrees.  There is very little traffic about.  The skies lighten quickly, but it remains overcast, although the rain has stopped.  I remain on US 9 to State Route 50, which will lead me into Egg Harbor City.   On Route 50 passing through Mays Landing I spot a McDonalds.  I've been looking to try their new oatmeal.  I pull in and am quickly enjoying a tasty bowl of the stuff.  Not on the level of the steel cut Irish oatmeal I eat at home, but it will do in a pinch. 



Pointing the way home

Recharged from the breakfast I continue to Egg Harbor City.  I ride right through the quiet town leaving to the north on Philadelphia Avenue, County Route 563, headed to Green Bank and the Pine Barrens.  The weather has warmed considerably with the sun making an occasional appearance.  The Pine Barrens region is very quiet on a weekday.  There is little reason for anyone to go there, other than recreation.  I enjoy the isolation while it lasts.  Soon I will be arriving in considerably more populated areas to the northeast.  True enough after about twenty miles I arrive at Waretown and US 9, which I travel north on for several unpleasant miles.  I begin following the MS Route in reverse at this point. I created a cue sheet to navigate from.  I stop at the Waretown Wawa to refill water.  After which I turn off US 9 winding my way around the lakes of Lacy Township, where former mayor Dave resides.   

Hmmm. Probably not reasonable to make a stop in AC

Taking in the scenery of the area

The Pine Barrens are as quiet as it gets in New Jersey

I decided to modify my return trip to the college by using the New Jersey Transit train for the last stretch from Bay Head to Long Branch.  While I would not have minded the miles I would need to pass through some very busy areas during the weekday rush hour. The other plus is using the train would get me to my car with enough time to be home for dinner.  Given this is my third day on the road being home at a reasonable hour seemed appropriate.   My target was to make the 2:06 train from the Bay Head train station arriving at the college by 3:00pm.

After working through a navigation problem just prior to Tom's River, I find my way to the bridge to cross into Seaside Heights.  It is a nerve racking mile or two, being buzzed by traffic traveling at very high speed, with no shoulder to use.  I'm relieved when I finally end up on Route 35 where it is also busy, but there is a usable emergency lane.  I'm keeping any eye on the time, and am becoming concerned about making the train.  I have about 110 miles behind me and about 10 left to cover.  With about 35 minutes left.  Given all the traffic lights through the shore towns it will be very tight.  I do my best to keep my average speed up, but am having difficulty as the roads are not in ideal condition through this section.  I'm dodging pot holes and broken glass.  I enter the town of Lavalette knowing that Bay Head is just a few towns further north.  I have about 15 minutes to make it.  After passing Normandy Beach I know that I just need to make it through the town on Mantoloking and I'm there.  There is six minutes left.  The area seems to have been flooded recently as there are road crews working on the sewers.  At one point just as I approach the town the road crew stops all the traffic to allow a big truck access to the work area.  With only a few minutes left I know I'll miss the train.  It will mean an hour and a half wait for the next one.  I find a nice coffee shop in Bay Head named Rockin Joe's, where I can relax for awhile.   A half hour before the scheduled train departure I ride over to the station.   The train is on time delivering me to Long Branch by 4:30.  I ride the three miles to the college locating my car in the lot.  Despite the missed train I am home in time for dinner.

The third day of riding added 125 miles to the event, putting my three day total over 300 miles.  While not the crazy total a Randonneuring event would deliver, it's a worthy accomplishment none the less. 

Epilogue

In many years of riding I've participated in very few charity events.  Which is something I feel badly about.  Cycling can be very self indulgent.  For sure, I've done my fair share of indulging.   I'm grateful for this opportunity to use the activity I love to do something for others.  Collectively, all the riders that gathered for this single MS event raised the better part of a million dollars.  The funds to be used for research and support for those with the disease.  That is a significant accomplishment.  One that will certainly make a difference.  It is more gratifying to have played a part in bringing that about than completing the ride.  Although, both have meaning to me.  I look forward to the chance to do this again.  I hope you will join me in the effort.  If not for this cause for another of your choice. Together we can really make a difference.

Boo-Ya!

                      

Pinelands 200k Permenant - New Jersey's Latest Edition

If one were to perform an RUSA permenant search for the state of New Jersey it would now yield 11 results.  Five of those being of the 200 kilometer variety.  I've not yet ridden all five.  My friend Paul recently created this Southern Jersey edition featuring predomantly flat terrain.  It seemed like the perfect opportunity to put a few miles on the tandem, which has been idle for nearly a month.  Friend and tandem stoker Al, and I, undertook the route on a Tuesday as there were no free weekends left in May.  Al needed the ride to maintain his R-12.

Miles and miles of smooth rolling

Blueberry fields

Cranberry Bog

The start is in Rancocas, New Jersey just off of I-295.  Convenient parking is available at a nearby park.  For the starting control a riders choice is offered, of which we selected the McDonalds.  The route heads south to Mays Landing then loops back to the north.  There are some nice long sections through the wooded pinelands on beautifully paved roads.  With a light tailwind we were able to keep the tandem rolling at a nice pace for the early miles.  The first control is a quaint general store in Tabernacle.  We then head to the Tuckerton Wawa at the 50 mile point.  After which we continue south passing by Batsto Village and on to May's Landing.  The control point which is a very nice diner is the perfect stop for lunch.  The people there were very friendly seating us at a table within view of the bike.  The food was also quite good.  Reluctantly, we push on headed back to the north and into some headwinds to the next stop at Atco.  We quickly refill water at the convenience store and continue our northerly heading to the finish.  Al was suffering a bit on this last stretch to the end.  Frequently asking to stand to stretch out his legs.  We manage to keep moving and finish in 10 hours and 20 minutes.  Given the leisurely lunch and the tough finish for Al we were both satisfied with that time. 

Team work in progress

Al at work

Big Red at the lunch stop

Big Red meets Bigger Red

Overall, I really liked this new route and look forward to riding it again soon.  It seems well suited for tandem riding or fixed gear for that matter.  This ride may prove valuable in the off season as snow is less likely in southern Jersey.  Although, the beauty of the forested areas is most enjoyed through the warmer months.  All I can say is; it sure is nice to have options.

Boo-Ya!

Princeton 300k Volunteer Ride - The Best of New Jersey

For the past three years I've had the pleasure of organizing one of the most beautiful rides in the region, The Princeton 300k.  Not by coincidence it also has the distinction of being one of the most challenging.  Each year the weekend prior to the official date a volunteer pre-ride is undertaken.  A small group of volunteers completes the route checking the accuracy of the cue sheet and the condition of the roads.  On this occasion I was joined by fellow volunteers Jon and George.  On the Saturday prior to the official ride we started from the Princeton Forrestal Village center at promptly 4am.  We followed the exact route and visited the same controls as the riders would the next week.  We undertook the five major climbs, along with the corresponding screaming fast descents.  Also, many lesser hills took their toll on our small group, especially in the later hours of the ride.   Upon reaching Hacklebarney State Park at mile 142 we agreed to attempt the finish before sunset at 8:02 pm.  We arrived at 7:58 for a total time of 15:58.  Also, we were joined partway into the ride by fellow New Jersey Randonneur Len and his friend Ferris.  They were both training for a PAC tour event out west.  Big hills were what they were seeking and hopefully we delivered it to them.  They were with us for over 100 miles and all of the five major climbs.

I had previously posted a detailed description of our ride to this blog.  Unfortunately, it only remained there a couple of days and Blog Spot had a problem losing tons of data from their servers.  I just couldn't muster the time or energy to re-create it at this time.  It requires several hours of time and careful thought.   A valuable lesson learned to back up my writings on my own hard drive from now on.

I'm re-posting the photos and captions.  I will try and re-write the report at a later time.  If you are mostly looking for a route description please visit the Princeton 300k blog at: princeton300k.blogspost.com

The terminus of Rockaway Road in Moutainville

Jon riding in Allamuchy Township

Yours Truly, Allamuchy Township

Jon, Ferris and George on one of the few flat sections of the route

Len aboard the Bachetta recumbent



Ferris climbing Jenny Jump



A relaxing break at the top of Schooley's Mountain

Jon on the northern Stillwater Loop

Personally, I favor big climbs. Good size mountain ridges, that instill memories of pain and accomplishment. I also enjoy long descents. Screaming downhill in a skiers tuck, winding through S-turns on the outer edge of the tires is exilarating, scary, and fun all at the same time. As well, I favor the month of May. It is a fine month to be a cyclist in New Jersey. The biting cold winter has finally yielded. Sunshine and moderate temperatures become the norm. Colors of yellow, blue, red, and green abound everywhere. The Princeton 300k delivers on all of these levels and more.  The chance to participate should not be missed.

Boo-Ya!



Blue Mountain 400k - The best of Pennsylvania

A second 400k was needed to stay on course towards my double SR.  The nearby choices being the flat New Jersey 400k, or, the polar opposite of that, the very hilly Blue Mountain 400k.  The latter being offered by the PA Randonneurs.  I'm a big fan of our New Jersey series, but for this season hills are a desired component to prepare for Paris.  The PA ride would be sure to serve up the climbs like home fries at a Denny's breakfast buffet.  It was good news that my friend Paul was agreeable to go.  I would have company for the long day of climbing.  The weather forecast predicted a dry day.  All totalled it seemed like the right play to make.

On Friday, the day before, I decided to ride the fifty miles to the start in Quakertown.  Overnight accommodations were available at the Weisel Youth Hostel which is the start and finish location.  The entire facility would be occupied by riders for the day preceding, and the night of the finish.  Paul would drive up later in the evening.  I could catch a ride home with him if I was too tired to ride back on Sunday, which would be highly likely.

After a somewhat restless nights sleep in the dorm I'm up at just after 4am.  Appropriately dressed for the 48 degree start I head down to the Great Room for breakfast.  There are lots of familiar faces from regulars on our New Jersey Series.  I have an opportunity to chat with a few riders while consuming a bowl of oatmeal.  About ten minutes prior to the 5am start RBA, Tom Rosenbauer, ushers us outside for the pre-ride announcements.  Immediately following we are directed to depart.  The pack of 36 riders slowly makes its way to the main road heading towards Lake Nockamixon.

Quakertown to Wind Gap - 45 miles

After riding alongside the lake for little more than a mile we turn northwest towards the Delaware River.  We gradually lose elevation for the first twenty miles.  We had agreed on a ride strategy which has us undertaking the first leg very conservatively.  We are near the back of the pack enjoying the company of a number of riders known to us.  In the darkness I recognize Nigel, a fellow blogger,  on his Surly Long Haul Trucker.  Nigel has yet to complete a 400k.  He's hoping to make this his first.  I admire him for not cherry picking an easier one.  The miles tick off easily as daylight brings everything into focus.  We cross the Delaware River at Riegelsville riding through Alpha and Phillipsburg on the New Jersey side.  After which the river is crossed again into the town of Easton, Pa.  We negotiate the quiet streets of the town heading for the climb to Wind Gap.  Still riding with Nigel off and on, also with Laurent and Christine we begin the climb out of Easton.  I notice a visibly low tire on the rear of Paul's bike.  We stop half way up to add some air.  I take the opportunity to remove my jacket as the day is quickly getting warmer.  We continue to gain altitude until we reach the control, gaining about 700 feet from the river.  At the convenience store I re-stock my water supply, have an energy bar, then depart with Paul.  Most of the other riders are on the road already.

Wind Gap to New Ringgold - 38 Miles

We re-join some of the riders as we continue to climb to achieve the top of Wind Gap.  Crossing the Appalachian Trail in the process.  Once we peak we then gradually descend losing all the elevation we've gained.  Not to worry, we will gain it all back, plus a couple of hundred feet before the next control.  We ride for some time with the ride's signature Blue Mountain Ridge off to our left.  It is an imposing site as the ridge is 150 miles long.  There is a ski resort, closed for the off season, that still has a couple of patches of snow left behind.  After the resort we turn toward the mountain undertaking a series of climbs before reaching the next control.  None of the climbing so far is particularly unpleasant, but it is repetitive which takes a toll after awhile.  A restaurant called Blondies is our control.  I take the opportunity to consume a grilled cheese and tomato sandwich before heading back out with Paul.


Paul in the PA countryside

New Ringold to Lickdale - 53 Miles
The profile for this leg of the ride is by far the most difficult.  It is also the longest segment.  Shortly after departing the control we are joined by Joe F, a rider we are familiar with.  Soon after we begin the steepest, longest climbs of the day.  The succession of hills is fairly relentless.  At times we would descend the ridge only to make a turn that would bring us back up on another road.  The word among Rando riders for this is gratuitous climbing.  While it is a grind we are not complaining.  It's exactly what we signed up for and speaking for myself I would be disappointed with anything less.  We pass through the town of Orwigsburg enjoying a brief flat road section.  Shortly after we begin a steep climb up Hickory Lane.  Upon achieving the top we are on Summer Hill Road.  I have a feeling of familiarity with this road.  I'm fairly certain I've been here before on a prior ride.  The road runs along the top of the ridge offering panoramic vistas on both sides.  It finally dawns on me that this was a segment on a late season 200k, which I rode last year.  We are in Schuylkill County, one of the most beautiful parts of the state.  After another ten miles of up and down we decide to take an unscheduled break at a Turkey Hill convenience store we happened upon.  Other riders are thinking alike as there are numerous bikes leaned against the store front.

Christine, Paul and Ed as the day warms up



Paul and Joe F.



Yours truly taking in the scenery

After loading up on fluids and calories we head back out to enjoy some more hills.  We are presented with a few more climbs of the short steep variety after which things get more gradual as we head through Swarta Gap.  This being a fairly gentle pass through the mountain ridge.  Once through the gap we ride on a mildly rolling section of Route 72 for a bit more than three miles to the official control at Jonestown.  The Hess Mini Mart used here is actually a nice large store with a full deli and indoor table seating.  A relaxing break is taken as we are joined by Christine, Laurent and Yip Ling.  Before departing I remove all cool weather gear as the day has reached the peak temperature in the low seventies.  I ride out with shorts and short sleeve jersey.

Bill and Ed heading to Swarta Gap

Paul and Joe headed through the Gap

Jonestown to Brownstown - 40 Miles

The terrain is moderate leaving the control.  The hills that soon present themselves are more of the rolling variety which feel quite good to me at this point.  Paul, Joe and I are riding together and making good time on this segment.  We are in Amish country where families traveling the roads in a horse drawn vehicle are quite common.  Also, we see many younger folks using bicycles for transport.  The population at large would do well to adopt some of the lifestyle habits of these people.  The rolling hills keep coming and we continue our aggresive style.  At some point Paul appears to be losing some of his snap and starts falling behind a bit.  On one of the larger rollers I look back for him, but he is out of sight.  I'm telling Joe we better wait up when we hear a rather urgent horn blast.  Concerned it could be an accident we u-turn to go back down the hill.  Halfway down Paul is sitting on the grass at the side of the road with a passerby with him.  We learn that he rather suddenly ran out of energy climbing the hill.  He intentionally laid the bike down on the grassy area.  The car horn was that of the fellow looking after him.  He was attempting to get our attention so we wouldn't ride away.  It was alarming at first.  Then, as more was explained to us the situation was not that bad.  Paul recovered within ten minutes.  We were on our way with him riding strong again.  Thinking about it, he must have suddenly bonked.  After some pocket food and a gel the condition was corrected. In a very short time it was as if it never happened. 

Two zero emission vehicles

The sun is rapidly working it's way to the horizon, and with it the air begins to chill.  Before long we find ourselves stopping by the side of a barn to put on our night gear, and, add some warm layers. Back underway the remaining miles to the control are uneventful.  We arrive together at the Turkey Hill convenience store in darkness.  The control is manned by volunteer Guy Harris who verifies our brevet cards.  There are about a half dozen other riders here.  We spend some time chatting before moving on.   

Brownstone to Limerick - 45 miles

Upon leaving the control I notice how clear the night sky is.  While on one hand it's good to know there will not likely be any rain falling.  However, on the other hand clear nights get colder.  Without cloud cover whatever stored heat the earth has is quickly evaporated.  The forecast called for an overnight low in the upper 40's.  My guess is it will be somewhat colder than that before we cover the remaining 75 miles to the finish.  The terrain in front of us features some elevation changes, but nothing larger than 350 feet in a single climb.  My legs still have a lot of life in them, so my only concern is surviving the cold.  I have one underlayer in reserve and a lightweight balaclava.  I'm holding on to them for the last segment which is bound to be the coldest.  Christine joins us on this stretch.  I'm a beleiver that riding through the night is best done with a group.  Four riders staying together we will be more visible and safer.  And, truth be told, company is appreciated on dark lonely stretches.  With the cold settling in the climbing on this leg is welcomed.  I'm able to generate some internal heat by standing and pushing up hills.  However, to the contrary, any downhill section is absolutely loathed as the wind chill cuts through me.  Not surprisingly, I find myself getting very sleepy at times.  Many people believe that cold air keeps one awake, but the truth is actually quite the opposite.  I'm looking forward to the Super Wawa control, which is at 220 miles into the ride.  I'm planning on having some real coffee (not the decaf I usually drink)  and some piping hot mac and cheese.  I'm officially cold to the core when I see the store's bright lights ahead.  There are about five riders there when we arrive.  After consuming the above mentioned food, beverage, and putting on the remaining two clothing items, our small group departs together into the cold night.

Limerick to Quakertown - 35 miles

The last segment features some climbing, but nothing killer.  There are two single climbs above 300 feet of gain and a lot of less consequntial up and downs.  Feeling a little more awake with the caffene and hot food in me.  I start out in good spirits.  I've never DNF'd on a final segment, which bodes well for my chances of a completion here.  After about ten miles we basically depart civilization.  We are the only things moving, excepting some wild animals here and there.  There are no cars, no businesses, no houses and no farms.  We are riding though the Unami Creek Valley which is some kind of protected sanctuary.  I learn it is a favorite spot for bird watching.  Which I assume is more of a day time activity.  Consequently,  the place is abandoned at this late hour.  If this were a warm summer evening I would be enjoying the experience of passing through here.  As the temperature drops to 40 degrees, I can only think of getting to the finish.  We encounter some larger hills here.  Paul suddenly takes ill on one of the climbs.  I hear him getting sick on the side of the road and turn around to check on him.  He stays on his bike laying his head on the bars for a minute or two then resumes riding.  Twenty minutes later on another hill the episode is repeated.  Joe, unaware that we have stopped, continues riding and we lose sight of him.  Once again, after only a brief time on the roadside Paul resumes riding.  Chris and I continue riding with him.  We are about ten miles from the finish.  It appeares, despite the problem he's having, he will be able to finish.  There is one final brief espisode just a few miles out where he spends less than a minute on the side of the road and resumes riding.  He is totally focused on getting to the finish, ignoring any distress he is feeling.  I feel greatly relieved when the three of us arrive at the Hostel at 4:50am for a total time of 23hrs 50min.  Paul and I had selected a target of 24hrs.

Epilouge

After some food, graciously provided by RBA Tom, I went upstairs to catch a couple of hours of sleep.  Paul had gone immediately to bed not wanting to eat anything.   He woke me at 8am asking if I wanted a lift home.  It took me only a second to say yes.  I could probably have managed to slog home on my bike, but it definately would not have been fun.  I was glad that Paul seemed fully recovered from his ailment last night.  Stopping off at a local diner we each enjoyed a hearty plate of pancakes while discussing the highlights of the previous day.  We were both pleased with the outcome.
It was satisfying to finish my second 400k of the season before May.  I enjoyed sharing many miles with familiar faces.  Despite the challenges of weather and terrain it was a very pleasant experience.  My thanks to Tom Rosenbauer, Andrew Mead, Guy Harris and all others involved with this great event.       

Boo-Ya!