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Mammoth Run 100k Permanent - Arkansas

2012-02-04T14:37:00.000-08:00

“Isolated thunder storms” was the theme of the morning weather forecast. The word isolated means only small areas will be affected, everywhere else will be spared. This is good news, unless you happen to be passing through one of the small isolated areas being hit at that moment. I was on my fixed gear riding the first ever permanent in northern Arkansas. Having been here for nearly a month I decided it was time to start earning some RUSA kilometers. I designed and submitted a 100k route, which was quickly approved. At 10am on a Tuesday morning I headed out to undertake the inaugural ride of the Mammoth Run 100k. The route would head north from Mountain Home, Arkansas passing the Pigeon Creek Recreation Area then continuing into Missouri on the Highway J. The clouds up ahead looked pretty ominous. On a rather large climb I felt the first rain drops which quickly changed to steady light rain. For the time being I gave no thought to the rain jacket in my pack as it wasn’t raining hard enough to matter. The temperature of about 50 degrees was tolerable at the moment. I reached the top of the climb at the instant the skies opened up and rain bucketed down. Off in the distance I could make out a church with a covered portico. I began making a bee line for it. Before I could get there the rain managed an even higher level of intensity, which I couldn’t have imagined was possible. Once under cover standing on a dry slab of cement I took inventory of the situation. At only fourteen miles into the ride I was soaked through and quite chilled. Donning the rain jacket helped a bit, as did a second pair of gloves. I then waited for the downpour to lessen before heading back out.

Crossing the state line, with light rain falling, I was feeling chilled and miserable. The route then takes a turn to the west on the Missouri T. The wind which was coming from the north was now blowing across from my right side, only a modest improvement to my comfort. The road known as the “T” is a narrow two lane with very little traffic. It features numerous large rollers as it traverses the farms and open lands of the Ozarks. The thought came to me that this should be enjoyable, but given the circumstances it was just a slog. The rain stopped by the time I reached the information control at Mammoth five miles in on the Missouri T. The control is a Baptist Church, one of the few road side structures along the entire length of road. It would be another hilly five miles to the next turn onto the Highway 5. With my spirits still in the dumps I trudged along to the “5” and then on to the control, just before the state crossing back into Arkansas. At that point I noticed the skies brightening and the temperature was perhaps a few degrees warmer. Some cookies and Gatorade at the Outpost grocery picked up my mood a bit. I continued on into Arkansas, more than half way done with the ride.

A wet road on the hilly Missouri T

On the Highway 5 south I saw another cyclist heading northbound. In this part of the state it is an unusual site. Sporting a full racing kit he was the first serious rider I’ve seen in a month of riding. We waved at each other as we passed by. Soon after, I stopped to take a photo of the panoramic view to my right. As I resumed I was joined by the rider I had just seen going north. We rode together for the next ten miles chatting about cycling in the region. As it turned out he was originally from East Brunswick, New Jersey. Employed by the postal service he transferred to the Mid-West. Once we entered the town limits we went our separate ways. At the town square I stopped at the control, a pizza shop, for a slice. Nima’s Pizza would rank well among Jersey pizza shops. In Arkansas it is considered top of the heap. My slice was much enjoyed.

The final ten miles featured some large rollers and one absolute knee breaking climb up from Lake Norfork. Fortunately, what remained after the big climb was two miles of easy terrain to the finish. I had taken five and a half hours to cover the 100 kilometer route. While I didn’t exactly feel like Chuck Yeager I was happy to have completed a permanent in a region where one had never been done. With only three RUSA members in the entire state, none within 100 miles, I don’t know how many folks will make use of the route. But, it is here if the desire arises. In the meantime, I’ll be out there making my way around it at the rate of once or twice per week.

Epilogue:

Cycling here in the Mid-West is beautiful. It’s a wonder that so few seem to partake in the activity. Just recently a bike shop opened in the town where I’m staying. To be more accurate, it’s a combination bike shop and gun store. I stopped by there a few days back during normal business hours. The bike shop side of the business was empty while the gun store was busy with a number of customers. Three employees were busily speaking with prospective gun buyers. I could not find any employee to talk to me about cycling needs. While most drivers in Arkansas are courteous I made a mental note not to get verbal with anyone who is not. The chances are good they are armed.

Boo-Ya! Was that gunfire?

Return to the Natchez Trace Parkway - Fixie

2012-01-17T17:23:00.000-08:00

The highest bridge in Tennessee is on the NT Parkway

It's been over a year since I rode 600 kilometers on the famous Natchez Trace Parkway. Since that time I've not been able to forget this most unique National Park. While passing through the Nashville region on a trip to Arkansas I decided to layover and visit the parkway again. This time I would use my fixed gear bike and ride only about 75 miles total, with about 50 of those miles actually on the Parkway.

I left my hotel about 11am on a Friday morning headed for the northern terminus of the Natchez Trace. There was a big climb on the way which was managed with considerable effort on the fixie. Once inside the parkway entrance the serenity of the place was just what I remembered. The little amount of traffic was almost all recreational, despite the start being located in the heart of a bustling suburban area. Bikes, motorcycles and the occasional motor home are encountered, but little else. I'd forgotten how hilly the northern portion of the roadway is and worked hard over some good sized rollers. I made it past the Garrison Creek area before needing to turn back to make it to my hotel before rush hour traffic. The unusually warm January weather had more than a few riders out passing by me on their way to the south. The same hills were enjoyed on the return, with the possible exception of the killer climb just four miles from the end. Once over the top the 36 mph descent and accompanying 180 rpm spin had me ready to call it a day.

During the ride I had the germ of an idea that it might be fun to undertake the entire 442 mile length of the Natchez Trace Parkway on a fixed gear. It would make a great point-to-point permanent with the option to return for a total distance of 1400k. It would be a long ride with a very short cue-sheet as there is only one road for the entire distance. It's something I'd like to think about for 2012. I'll try and find a local rider to submit the permanent.

The famous Loveless Cafe just before the entrance to the historic Parkway

Epilogue:

Resources like the Natchez Trace Parkway are integral to a high quality of life. It requires considerable tax dollars to preserve this national treasure for us as well as future generations. It is imperative that it be enjoyed, or the public interest in maintaining it will wain. Whether used by cyclists, or other recreational road users, is of little importance. It just needs to be appreciated. It leaves a lasting impression on those who venture onto any one of its 442 miles. Most likely a lifelong impression on those who traverse its entire length. I hope to one day be among the latter group. I hope to see you there.

Boo-Ya!

New Year's Day - Jan R-12 - Pinelands 207k

2012-01-14T19:17:00.000-08:00

In what is becoming a tradition for me I started the New Year with a Permanent ride. With unseasonably warm weather three of us started out from the McDonalds in Rancoccas for a flat tour of southern New Jersey. We were 15 minutes past our scheduled 8am start time. My friends Paul and Nigel completed the trio of riders, all three of us were on fixed gears. The mostly flat terrain would lend itself well to the single cog bikes. We took turns pulling through the windy sections which were substantial. We lost count of the numerous cranberry bogs and blueberry fields that we passed by.

The temperature worked it's way into the upper 50's at the high point of the day. As nightfall caught up to us so did a few rain showers. Mostly, it didn't rain hard enough, or long enough, to make things unpleasant. We continued taking turns on the front managing a respectable pace through to the finish. We were back at the McDonalds in 10 hours 47 minutes. We had taken our time at most of the control stops, not really worrying about posting a fast time. None of us could think of a better way to bring in the New Year.

Epilouge:

Of all the awards one can earn the R-12 is perhaps the most satisfying. Without a doubt it requires relentless dedication. Especially for riders in regions where wintry weather can make scheduling extremely difficult. Stringing together multiple R-12 series' adds to the challenge. My friend Paul completed his third R-12, or R-36 as I like to call it, upon completion of the permanent. In my opinion RUSA should offer a special award for any rider that completes a string of five R-12's. Indeed an accomplishment worthy of recognition.

Happy New Year!

Ruminations of a 14,000 mile season

2012-01-03T17:33:00.000-08:00

On December 30th, returning home from a casual 100k ride, navigating through the streets of my neighborhood, I crossed the 14,000 mile threshold for the year. I did an extra one mile lap to be sure I had it right and ended the 2011 year with 14,001 road miles. My highest total ever. I wasn't sure how to feel about it at that point. In one way I was happy with the accomplishment, but at the same time it was kind of a let down knowing this year was about to end. At which point my mileage total would then be zero.

Back in January 2011 when I first put my mind to goal setting for the year I set a target of 10,000 total road miles. In addition, I wanted to chase the K-Hound award which required 10,000 kilometers of RUSA sanctioned events. The third, and perhaps most important goal, was to qualify for and complete the Paris-Brest-Paris 1200k.

I started the year by riding my first permanent on New Years Day. That would lead to a season without let up. I ended up completing over 80 RUSA brevets and permanents, plus PBP. As a by-product of my PBP finish I earned the ACP R-5000 Award. My goal for road miles was exceeded by September. I completed three brevet series' by October, bringing my total number of series to nine. Also in early October I met the qualifying 10,000k to gain entry to the K-Hound club. My year ended with an RUSA kilometer total over 13,000 (excluding PBP). I completed my second R-12 Series in March and my first P-12 in December.

As I look back it all seems a bit of a blur, with some of the more memorable moments standing out. Mostly, it was a fun, positive experience. Although, at times it felt like a chore. Especially, scheduling all of the the RUSA sanctioned rides, some that required travel. I had become quite bored continually riding the same permanent routes. There were several that I rode so often I no longer needed to take along a cue sheet. Opportunities to ride routes that were new to me were like gifts from heaven. I found myself starting brevets in seven states, other than the one I live in, (PA, NY, MD, NC, FL, TN, MO). In addition, PBP required travel to France. All of the travel events were enjoyed, but, required much in the way of time, expense and planning. By early November I was craving a simpler existence.

Free riding, which I have come to call it, had become a much smaller part of my overall mileage. I missed those frequent rides where I would simply take out from home plotting my route on the fly. No brevet card to worry about, no specific route to follow. Simply navigating with the road map that exists in my head. Sometimes exploring an area unfamiliar to me and discovering new roads to enjoy in the process. Staying out for whatever time suited my circumstances and mood. Stopping where and when I wanted, or not stopping at all. I rarely get bored with that type of riding. Each ride is so different and can be modified along the way based on my state of mind at the moment.

With the New Year and a new season at hand, I've yet to get a firm handle on my goals. I want very much to keep cycling fun. Constantly planning, plotting and calculating take something away from that. I am seeking a better balance between that of compulsive accomplishment and being a free spirit. I will endeavor to enjoy myself this year. Whatever result that yields will be acceptable. If it sounds like fun I will be up for it. Things that require a minimum of planning will have the most appeal. Hopefully, spontaneity will likely play a larger role. Although, there will still be some planning in the months to come, as that will always be a part of it. Of course, I will often seek the company of others. Sharing the road with friends, both old and new, is most enjoyable. I value the strong relationships that have come about from a common interest in cycling. I have a wonderful circle of friends who are supportive and fun to be around. I look forward to the many miles that will be ridden in their company. Bring on 2012!

Epilouge

Having just received the new issue of the American Randonneur I was casually leafing through the pages when I came across a full page picture of someone I recognized. It was George Swain from New York State, who has ridden many New Jersey brevets. While riding on the PA 1,000 during the 2010 season he was struck by a vehicle and was severely injured. Numerous surgeries were required to repair some of the damage, including metal pins and rods to support fractured joints and bones. Initially confined to a motorized wheelchair George began the long and painful rehabilitation process. All the while with the mindset that he would ride a bike again. As I finished reading his account of the surgeries and the rehab process there was one statement that stuck with me. In a discussion with a shoulder specialist on an upcoming surgery needed to regain the ability to raise his arm, the surgeon couldn't promise to restore the full range of motion as it was before. It might not be possible for him to fully extend his arm overhead. George informed the doctor that if he could lift his arm to handlebar height he would be satisfied, anything further would just be a bonus.

With a positive attitude combined with lots of determination and hard work George would make good his goal to ride again. I had the pleasure of seeing him on his first brevet since the accident. He appeared smooth and comfortable on his bike as he worked his way around the hilly NYC 200k on a warm July day. Prior to the accident George was intent on being at the 2011 PBP. Ironically, he was riding the PA 1,000k to assure his entry under the newly imposed field limit. After the accident there was not enough time for him to train adequately for a 1200k, so George decided to set his sights on the next PBP edition in 2015. So committed is he to the goal that he ordered a set of personalized license plates that read "PBP 2015." As he says; "Join me. It should be one hell of a ride".

George Swain maintains a Randonneuring blog at: www.hudsonvalleyrandonneur.blogspot.com

Stories like George Swain's and Dan Aaron's, who were both injured in a similar manner yet refused to let that alter their perception or passion for the activity they love are indeed inspiring. Personally, I believe Randonneuring helps us to overcome obstacles because we are forced to deal with them to complete long rides. Things frequently don't go the way we planned. Physical, mechanical, and weather related challenges present themselves regularly. Yet mostly, we finish successfully. If we fall off our bikes the first thing we do is try to get back on. Whether on that day or many months later the mindset is the same. For us, not riding is inconceivable.

Boo-Ya!

NJ Randonneurs Holiday Ride

2011-12-21T08:10:00.000-08:00

photo by Shane

With the Holidays rapidly approaching it seemed appropriate to get together with Rando friends for a ride and celebration. My Great Adventure 112k Permanent would satisfy the ride part of the plan. The Plaza Deli and Caterers, who have been the headquarters for my permanent routes, would be our venue for the post ride celebration. As the date approached the weather forecast began to look a bit ominous with possible snow showers and cold temperatures. We would escape the snow showers, but the cold was to be a reality.

Katie and Jon working on getting the tandem off the rack photo by Shane

A chilly 23 degree air temperature was felt as we met at the deli for the pre-ride buffet breakfast. After fueling up, fourteen riders clipped in for the start. It was a few degrees warmer, but still quite cold with a steady wind blowing from the northwest. My friend Al and I would undertake the ride on the tandem. Which turned out to be a good choice for the windy day. There was one other tandem on the ride ridden by Katie and Jon. Two riders, Paul and Nigel, were on fixed gear bikes.

Waiting at the start in the cold air photo by Shane

At 9am we pulled out as one big group headed south on 206 for the first mile. Once on Township Line Road the wind could be felt blowing at our backs. The direction of travel to Jackson is predominantly southwest which would give us a tailwind for most of the way. We split into a couple of groups with about half of us in the lead group. The terrain is largely flat with some small hills and upgrades throughout. With the wind assist we built up a head of steam covering the 35 miles to the A-Plus Market in Jackson in 2hrs 05 minutes. Others would begin arriving a few minutes later. The second group having fragmented on the trip down.

Bob and Patrick headed south to Jackson photo by Shane

Paul on the fixer rides past a fixer upper photo by Shane

Our group at the Jackson Control; Robin, Paul and Shane standing

Wanting to stay warmed up Al and I agreed to keep the stop to 10 minutes. Five riders departed Jackson with us for the return trip home. Immediately, the head wind could be felt as we crossed West Monmouth Road. The tandem has the power of two riders with an aerodynamic profile of a single. For long grinds into the wind it is as good a weapon as any. The riders who left the control with us line up on our rear wheel. We do our best to keep the pace lively over the small hills that are prevalent in the first ten miles. Upon reaching Monroe Township the roads flatten out and the area becomes more exposed. The wind is strongly felt for the next ten miles. Personally, I get a perverse enjoyment out of riding in headwind. I've learned to mentally and physically endure long windy stretches to the point where it actually feels good. Sort of how it feels to climb big hills. We pull our group through this section with Al delivering steady power from the stoker position. Upon crossing US 1 on New Road more wind block is available from the reappearance of hills, trees and buildings. Over the next five miles we begin losing riders off the back. At Bunker Hill Road, after the crossing of Route 27, there are only two still with us, Bob and Paul (fixed gear). On a long gradual downhill the tandem builds up too much speed for the single cog bike to keep up. This leaves only Bob hanging on when we reach Griggstown. After a short rolling ride up River Road we reach the windiest stretch of the day on Township Line Road. It is about a four-mile headlong battle across open farmlands to Route 206. Bob is still glued to us when we make the turn for the final one-mile run to the finish. We are in at 4hrs and 43 minutes, having taken 22 minutes longer on the return trip then the ride down.

Team work in progress photo by Shane

Settled in at a table in the nice warm environment of the Plaza Deli, I check-in all the riders as they arrive. Everyone finishes in good spirits. The next few hours are spent eating, drinking and socializing. Our group has a lot to celebrate. Many riders have reached new highs this season. Several have achieved new RUSA kilometer goals with the finish of today's permanent. It was a pleasure to be in the company of this group as we all reminisced on a very full season. Tentative plans are made for future R-12 rides, and a possible road trip to the south is discussed. Typically the year after PBP is a low point for many. In the past participation at brevets falls off as does rider's interest. However, this does not seem to be the case as everyone appears excited for the 2012 season. Katie, our new RBA, has a full schedule of events planned. I'm much looking forward to the opportunity of sharing many miles with this group.

Enjoying the post ride buffet lunch at the Plaza Deli photo by Shane

Paul, Patrick, Steve and Robin photo by Shane

List of Finshers: Great Adventure 112k (12/18/11)

Beake, Shane
Blanchette, Alan
Chernekoff, Janice
Chin-Hong, Patrick
Costello, Jim
Greene, Nigel
Kratovil, Joe
Landis, Robin
Lentz, Rick
Levitt, Jonathan
Olsen, William
Raschdorf, Katie
Shapiro, Paul
Torres, Robert

Honorable mention: Though they did not partake in the ride; Leroy Varga, Christine Newman and Steve Yesko stopped in to visit. Also, Al's wife, Sue joined us for lunch as did my wife Lucy and son Charlie.

Cycling in the Mid-West - Arkansas, Missouri, Tennesee

2011-12-06T11:22:00.000-08:00

Without returning home from the Maryland Flatbread 200k I headed to the west to attend to some family business in Arkansas. The fixed gear bike (my choice of ride in MD) was mounted securely on the roof rack. I hoped to find some time to ride while away from home. I wasn't sure the fixie was the ideal bike for the terrain I would encounter in the region known as the Ozarks, but, it was what I had with me so it would have to do.

Arkansas Riding

Lake Norfork viewed from Mountain Home, Arkansas

After two days of travel to northern Arkansas followed by three days full of activities not related to cycling I finally got out for my first ride. Ideally, I would have liked to knock off a 100k permanent. Alas, the nearest one was in Springfield, MO, over 100 miles away. With the time I had available the only choice would be an unsanctioned ride. I mapped out a 100k route from Lake Norfork through Mountain Home, Lakeview, Bull Shoals and return. There was only one real steep challenging hill, that had me struggling to make it up without walking. The remaining climbs were just large rollers. Once out of the Mountain Home area the traffic was light and the drivers were courteous. The weather was pleasant in the 60 degree range with some sunshine. I stopped atop the Bull Shoals Dam to take in the view and snap a photo. I finished with exactly 62 miles, which was my total accumulated miles for the week, so far. I would go out for a 40 mile ride to Southern Missouri the next day to bring my week's total to just over 100 miles. Which is less than half of my normal 250-300 per week during the season. On the bright side, I was getting a good workout on the fixie, and enjoying new scenery.

The view of the River from Bull Shoals Dam

Marshfield Mash 112k Permanent, Springfield, MO

Life in northern Arkansas requires one to travel a bit to attend to everyday needs. I would experience this when my Mom's car had a problem requiring the services of the dealer. The nearest one was in Springfield, MO, over 100 miles away. Smelling an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone I e-mailed the permanent route owner of the 100k which started in the same town. I explained that I would be in the area in two days from now and would like to ride his route. He agreed to meet me at the start and bring me a brevet card. An unbelievable stroke of luck had the start location at a convenience store exactly next door to the car dealership. With my Jamis Sputnik partially disassembled in the trunk I left at 6am to undertake the 2 1/2 hour drive.

Upon arrival I spent ten minutes assembling the bike. After which I relinquished the car to the dealer's service department. I rode next door to the "Kum and Go" Market to meet Ralph who arrived just after nine to complete paperwork for a 9:30am start. We spent the remaining time talking about all things Rando. Ralph is well in tune with the small but lively Randonneuring group in Missouri, Kansas and Illinois. At the designated start time Ralph headed off to work and I took to the road. The temperature was in the forties with overcast skies.

The quiet roads of southern Missouri

After a few miles on a busier road leading out of Springfield the route would turn off onto more quiet rural roads. These roads designated by one or two letters or by "FR" (Farm Road) followed by a route number were extremely quiet and smoothly paved. It was rural riding at its best. The first 14 miles featured mostly mild terrain to the control at Rogersville. I had some difficulty locating the control as the store was named differently from the cue sheet. It was known to local riders as the Snack Shack, but the sign said Connoco. I had forgotten that Ralph warned me about that in an earlier e-mail. I obtained proof of passage at a nearby market, then resumed the route to the next control in Marshfield.

Riding the Missouri KK

After riding for some time the cue sheet directed me to turn onto the Missouri KK and follow for 13 miles. This pleasant two lane road would feature some good climbs as well as some loose dogs. One rather clever hound got out in the road ahead of me attempting to bite my leg as I passed. I clipped out one foot and kicked in the general direction of his head. This seemed to discourage him long enough for me to get away. It was no easy task kicking with one leg while continuing to pedal with the other. Lacking the ability to coast has its drawbacks. The KK ended at a T-intersection about one mile from the control. With minimal difficulty I located the country store. After a purchase of water and cookies I was quickly back underway. The route being an out-and-back would use the same roads for the return.

The hills on the KK felt a little harder on the return, but none were terribly daunting. Although, I was resigned to completing the ride under drab gray skies the sun finally burned its way through delivering brightness and warmth. Again I encountered the same dog up to his same old tricks. This time I employed a strategy I'd seen demonstrated by my friend Paul. I sprinted directly at the dog screaming aloud that I was going to run him over. The startled animal darted out of the way seemingly forgetting that he was supposed to be trying to bite me. I pedaled on to Rogersville, stopping at the Concocco Market and discovering that it was the proper control stop. I peeled off a layer and applied sun screen before departing for the last 14 miles.

Nice of them to point out the best spots for nature breaks

The Farm Roads and Missouri Highway J would deliver me back to Springfield and the Kum and Go Market. I finished the 112k in 5hrs and 55 minutes. After documenting my finish at the control I rode next door to retrieve the car. Everything went smoothly. I was back at Lake Norfork by dinner time. Happy to have had the opportunity for a nice day on the bike.

Turkey Trot 200k, Nashville, TN

After spending a pleasant Thanksgiving Day in Arkansas with family I departed for home on Friday. I had decided to route myself via Nashville, TN. As luck would have it there was a 200k scheduled there on Saturday. I had on a previous trip enjoyed a 600k with the Nashville group. I found their rides to be well organized and attended by friendly riders who made me feel welcome. The six hour drive was pleasant with nice weather. I checked into a motel three miles from the ride start in Brentwood, TN, a suburb of Nashville. By coincidence, there was a Whole Foods Market within a five minute drive. I dined on my favorite foods, then returned to the hotel to ready my bike and gear for the morning.. I planned on riding over to the start from the hotel..

Leaving the hotel at 6:15am, by bike, in the darkness felt fine as the temperature was pleasantly in the fifties. Although, there was a noticeable wind blowing. I took that as a sign that the forecast calling for 18 mph winds during the day was likely to be accurate. After navigating through three miles of traffic-free roads in the Nashville suburbs I arrived at the YMCA of Brentwood, which would serve as the ride start and finish. I was greeted by Jeff Sammons the region's RBA. I remembered Jeff from my prior Nashville ride. A few riders were gathered around. Jeff Bauer, who I had met before, arrived a few minutes after. Jeff is known nationally as an accomplished fixed gear rider. My stomach tightened a bit when I saw him pull from his vehicle a fully geared bike. I was told the route had some steep hills on it, but Jeff had ridden the Rocky Mountain 1200k, RAAM and PBP on fixed. It made me nervous to learn I would be the only one without gears. Our group swelled to eleven riders by the start time. Seven would be on the 200k with the other four riding the 100k optional route which started at the same time.

As the clock hit 7am Jeff signaled for us to go. We took to the roads with Jeff Bauer quickly establishing a lead and steadily opening a gap on the group. His mission was to assist the RBA by manning the finish for the 200k riders. Ideally, to accomplish this he needed to be the first one in. Although, he did leave the passenger window on his vehicle cracked open as a back up. Anyone who finished before him could complete the brevet card and slide it into the vehicle. I've seen this system used effectively on other brevets. However, early indications were that Jeff would be there first. I assumed that was his reason for choosing the geared bike. After about 10 miles we came to the first substantial climb. It was fairly steep for about a mile. Jeff was out of sight by this point. Two other riders, one named Jeremy, climbed quickly and were over the top ahead of the group. I hung in there with the main cluster of riders only to be dropped on the descent, which was quite long. The terrain remained moderate for awhile, I enjoyed the scenery and traffic-free roads. The first control was an information point at 28 miles into the route. The few miles preceding were quite hilly. I clearly recall one steep knee breaker, named Anderson Road, that had me traversing side to side. I came close to walking on that one. My only salvation was that I vowed to fall over before clipping out. That conviction kept me grinding to the top. The info control came shortly after. I answered the question which was found on a billboard positioned for the highway that passed overhead. There was no access to the interstate from the lower road so traffic was non-existent.

It was 12 more miles to the first commercial control. There were some hills, but nothing as bad as Anderson Road. Some of the miles were on numbered roads, which feature more traffic, but, typically have more modest hills. I arrived at the small grocery store control in Harpeth Valley. I was surprised to discover there were no riders there. All had made it through before me. I was resigning myself to finishing last and seeing no one for the rest of the day. I was 41 miles into the route.

Riding by a pleasant river on a Tennessee state highway

The next control was 38 miles away. I moved out quickly, but did not hold out much hope of catching anyone. Fortunately, the cue sheet was very accurate and I was having no problem following the route. At mile 58 I stopped at an intersection where I was directed to turn left onto Spencer Mill Road. To my surprise a rider pulled up alongside. I recognized him from the start. I commented that one of us has to have messed up because to this point everyone was in front of me. He explained that he and two other riders had missed a turn resulting in some hilly bonus miles. The other two riders quickly arrived, one of them being Jeremy, the other Jeff Bauer. We hit a medium sized climb with two of the guys moving out in front and to my surprise Jeff falling back behind me. I picked it up a bit at the top of the hill and caught up to the other riders. They told me Jeff was not feeling well and was riding conservatively, which explained what happened on the hill. I rode with the two of them for a few miles until they stepped up the pace beyond what I was comfortable with. On my own again the remaining miles to the control were hilly and windy. Upon arrival at the market in Fly Tennesee I noticed every 200k rider was there relaxing on the porch of the old fashioned store, with exception to Jeff who arrived a few minutes later. I managed to pull off a very efficient stop leaving out of the control first. The next control was in 27 miles.

Both the wind and the terrain softened somewhat. There were still some hills, but nothing particularly steep or long. I made about 12 miles before Jeremy and his riding buddy passed by me. They were moving quite well over the gentle terrain. I didn't think I would see them again. None the less I was happy with my progress. I was riding efficiently. Outside of the brief control stops I just kept moving steadily. There was an outside chance that I would make the finish by dark, but I wasn't counting on it. When I arrived at the control the two riders were just heading out giving me the thumbs up sign. I intended to make the stop brief. A quick bathroom break, a purchase of Gatorade, then out the door. Jeff rode in as I was dumping the Gatorade into my bike bottle. He said he was feeling better as he entered the store. I headed back out for the final section. Twenty miles to go.

Rural Tennessee

Again the terrain was very manageable as was the wind. I might have made about seven miles when I saw Jeff back off in the distance steadily gaining ground. In another mile he passed me moving quite well. I doubted anyone else would be catching him. At most only two riders would be sliding their cards through the car window. I was still holding out hope that I could get in before dark when the sun dipped behind some low clouds on the horizon. The sunset would take place under cloud cover which diminished the useable light to the point that continuing without lighting and reflective gear was unwise. I stopped in a driveway to switch to night riding mode.

I continued on, fully visible from all directions. I encountered a minor navigation problem with a missing street sign, which caused me to ride up and down the road looking for the proper turn. When I finally figured it out I lost another 10 minutes. It was difficult for me to read the cue sheet as the print was quite small. Even with my helmet light it was difficult. This caused me to ride even slower. While I was stopped at a traffic light one of the riders from behind pulled alongside. We rode to the finish which was only a couple of miles further, all ridden on a bike path. We popped out of the woods into the parking lot where Jeff was waiting for us. We were clocked in a 10hrs 18minutes. After chatting a bit I departed by bike for my motel. There was a Whole Foods Market nearby I desperately wanted to visit again.

Epilogue

For all the regional differences Randonneur riding seems pretty similar wherever I've traveled . RBA's and riders are friendly and supportive. The routes are similar in design mostly utilizing lightly traveled rural roads. Although, terrain can vary somewhat, an attempt is generally made to add sufficient challenge to the course. While at times I cursed my choice of bike, mostly I was very happy to have accomplished all the rides on the fixed. Two weeks of nothing but one gear and constant pedaling gave me a bit more confidence in my riding overall.

I left Nashville early the next morning to undertake an 880 mile one day car trip home. Which equated in my mind to something along the lines of the motorized version of a 400k. I arrived home at 10pm exhausted from the days drive. Fortunately, I recovered well enough to take on a 112k Permanent Populaire the next morning. On gears.

Boo-Ya!

DC Randonneur's Eastern Shore Flatbread 200k - A windy day on the fixie!

2011-11-17T07:08:00.000-08:00

photo by Christine

There was a lot of buzz about the Flatbread 200k This late season offering by the DC group features a pancake flat tour of the eastern shore. There were several New Jersey riders intent on going, most were talking about undertaking the ride on fixed gears. It all sounded like good fun to me. I didn't give it much thought. I would go and the fixed gear would be my choice of ride.

On Saturday morning at 7am sharp a field of 79 riders took the start from the Good Guys Sports Bar in Centerville, Maryland. From our local group Katie, Christine, Ron, Barb and Nigel were in attendance. Ron and Barb would be one of many tandem teams in attendance while Nigel was attempting the ride on his recently acquired Raleigh fixed gear.

After a pretty chilly start the sun began to warm things up quickly. Upon leaving the information control at only 8 miles into the ride I started to feel quite comfortable. I rode for a bit with riders from home. Nigel was anxious to test himself on the fixie and picked up the pace putting a gap on us. I asked Katie and Chris if they wanted to catch him. They said they were out for a more leisurely tour. I slowly closed the gap to Nigel. We were joined by another rider, on a Rivendell, named Steve. We established a nice three man pace line which helped with the ever increasing wind. A fourth rider tagged on as we were passing by. He worked the rotation with us until Nigel took a mighty pull, which effectively burned the guy out. He fell off the pace, and was gone. On a subsequent effort by Nigel, Steve began to falter. We decided to keep him with us, easing up to let him hook back on. We continued to the 50 mile point where Steve opted out to stop at a coffee shop.

Steve with Rivendell at dolce bakery photo Daily Randonneur

The two of us continued on taking only a brief bathroom break prior to the first official control at mile 61. The wind was really getting serious. Although, more than not it was favorable. We were doing very well time wise to this point. We caught up to a small group at a stop sign, riding in to the control with them. At the control, in Slaughter Beach, I suggested to Nigel that if we keep close to the same pace, and the stops brief, we would be done before dark. He was game to give it a shot. Neither of us may have realized at that point how hearty a challenge it would be. The wind factor would take a dramatic turn for the worse.

The Pavilion at Slaughter Beach photo by Christine

Immediately upon leaving the control we turned dead into a very strong headwind. The area was quite open with zero wind block. The next control in Milton was only 10 miles away, but it felt much further. I watched my computer display read between 11 to 12 mph. Nigel was showing the first tiny signs of faltering, although he was still taking pulls. I tried to subtly convey to him to just let me pull. One of the things I'm suited for is grinding through the wind for indefinite periods of time. I believe it to be a by product of riding a higher than average amount of mileage over the past three years. I'm happy to pull a friend through a windy section, or an entire ride if the situation requires. We reached the control and opted to keep it brief. The purchase of a pack of gum for me and Fig Newtons for Nigel got us the necessary proof of passage receipts. We were quickly on our way. Back into the wind.

The next control stop in Bridgeville, Delaware was 18 miles away, most of it into a ferocious headwind. Once on the front I would stay there, trying to give Nigel some relief. Although, he did sprint past a couple of times to take a turn. There were a few wooded sections which provided a much appreciated break from the relentless air currents that gusted to 40 mph at times. We slowly pass by riders who were too weary to bother jumping on the back. Wind can be mentally fatiguing as well as physical. It dampens one's spirit to the point that pedaling the bike becomes robotic, totally absent of mental function. The mind retreats to a safe zone, separating itself from the misery the rider is enduring. In this way the function can be maintained for long periods of time. Certainly by no means a happy experience, but it becomes manageable and sustainable. The final turn to the control is reached and for a brief period the air is still. I'm welcoming the break and purchase a Gatorade, something I rarely consume. The sugary liquid will provide some much needed energy, at least for the short term.

Nigel on the Raleigh One Way (right) Me (left) photo by MG

True to our plan we leave the control quickly. We have 40 miles left to cover, much of it into the wind. The grind continues, but somehow feels a little less ominous due to the more frequent appearance of wind blocking surfaces like buildings, trees, etc. I'm able to keep the speed up to 14-17 most of the time. The strain of riding the fixed for considerably longer than he is used to takes its toll on Nigel. At one point he drops off. When we re-group he suggests I go on without him. Since we have made it for about 100 miles together it seems wrong to separate at this point. I ease the pace and he settles back in. We ride this way for awhile which seems comfortable and efficient. We are joined at an intersection by the DC tandem team known as Felkerino and MG. With them are a small group of "klingons" taking advantage of the enhanced drafting properties of the tandem. We join the fun and are soon making our way at 19-23 mph for long stretches of road. This goes on for quite some time. It is not easy as the spin rate needed to maintain this speed with 70 gear inches is substantial. But, given the choice between the present situation and fighting the wind? This will end sooner. We'll take it. I marvel at the skill and strength of the tandem team pulling us along. They are navigating seamlessly with both captain and stoker snapping photos for the two blogs they maintain, all the while efficiently spinning the pedals. They are highly experienced, working in perfect unison, and seemingly enjoying themselves.

MG and Felkerino at the ocean photo Daily Randonneur

Life remains good for our fortunate little group until we encounter a bridge which is covered with fresh gravel. We break apart each rider picking their own line. The tandem, with its wide tires, rolls through unaffected. A gap is opened between them and the group. I take up a sprint bridging the gap. The other klingons also quickly get back into the line. I take a long look back and notice Nigel is not among them. I spot him about 50 yards back. He doesn't have enough snap left in his legs to close the gap. He graciously motions for me to go on. While the pace line was fun I prefer to finish in the same company I'd been with all day. I peel off the line for the final 12 miles with Nigel. We quickly orient ourselves to the cue sheet and resume our slower, yet efficient pace to the finish. We arrive at 4:20pm, with a considerable margin to darkness. Our time was 9hrs 20min, which was a 200k PR for Nigel and a fixed gear PR for me.

New Jersey's Ron and Barb on the purple Burley photo Daily Randonneur

Katie (left) working her way to the 5,000k award photo by Christine

The Good Guys Sports Bar was a nice spot to rest and replenish while we waited for other NJ riders to finish. It was a party atmosphere which grew exponentially while other riders arrived. A perfect ending to what will be remembered as a perfect day on the bike.

Epilogue

While it is nice to strive for goals and to achieve, I find it is equally rewarding to revel in the accomplishments of others. While devouring a veggie pizza I enjoyed chatting with Nigel who was obviously pleased with his fixed gear debut. Sometime later I enjoyed seeing Katie at the finish, which put her past the RUSA 5,000 kilometer total for the first time. Many riders I know have reached new heights this year. It speaks well to the supportive nature of our group. We are not individuals solely out for our own gratification. We motivate and encourage each other. The camaraderie works wonders. In my opinion, the respect and support of fellow riders is far better than a chest full of shiny medals. Although, there is no reason why one can't have both. Enjoy!

K Hounding - The ongoing quest for kilometers

2011-11-13T04:23:00.000-08:00

Posing for a K-Hound photo after the Great Adventure ride (10/2)

As I've confessed to before, I am a mileage addict. Along those lines I've focused much of my late season activities on the K-Hound award. The K-Hound Club, as it is known, was established by the Lone Star Randonneurs of Texas. These folks gained a reputation for racking up impressive mileage and RUSA kilometer totals year after year. In an effort to motivate others they established the now coveted award. It is available to RUSA riders everywhere.

To be recognized as a K-Hound one must accumulate 10,000 kilomters of RUSA sanctioned brevets and permanents. The closest I'd ever come was in 2010 with a total of 6651 K. Although, in the 2010 season I'd logged a total of road miles exceeding 12,000. I reviewed the results of the riders with the highest kilometer totals in the nation. What I learned is these folks did very little unsanctioned riding. Most of their bike time was spent on brevets and permanents. The Randonneuring groups with the most K-Hound riders had lots of local permanents to ride. With the 100k variety being a popular method in the accumulation of sanctioned k's. With that I established two 100 kilometer RUSA permanent routes starting within three miles from my home. In the past I was always going out for unsanctioned rides of 60-80 miles. This season I would make those rides count by frequenting these permanent routes. Soon other 100k routes became available in the area and for variety I would ride these, along with some longer permanents as well. On October 2nd while riding my Great Adventure permanent, in the company of a few friends, I rolled past the 10,000 kilometers. My total of road miles were almost 11,000. I had improved my ratio of RUSA kilometers over prior years by the frequent riding of permanents.

To keep myself motivated I will attempt to reach a total of 13,000 RUSA kilometers and 13,000 logged road miles. Also, I will continue to chase the P-12 and R-12 awards. With the P-12 concluding in December and the R-12 in March. These goals are important to keep me on the bike when the weather in our region becomes less cycling friendly. I'm not a fan of cold weather, but through practice I've learned to deal with it. Fortunately, I will not be alone. I have friends chasing the same goals. I look forward to their company and the motivation that comes from sharing common goals.

Boo-Ya!

North Carolina 600k Coastal Route - Volunteer Pre-Ride

2011-09-30T05:31:00.000-07:00

My friend Paul was in need of a 600k to complete his SR Series for the year. With little on the calendar this late in the season it looked like North Carolina was the best bet. After some communication with Tony Goodnight, Regional RBA, Paul learned that volunteers were needed for a pre-ride checkout two-weeks before the main event. Seeking some company for the unsupported 378 mile ride he asked if I wanted to join. It seemed like a good opportunity to get in one more late season long ride.

The ride starts in Lumberton, NC, which is right off I-95 quite near the South Carolina border. The starting point is a Super 8 Motel. We undertook the 10 hour drive on Friday to be ready for a Saturday 7:30 am start. The route was advertised as quite flat running near the coast. There was a suggested sleep stop at Sunset Beach, mile 270. We both felt that was a little too far for us (the NC riders are very fast). We opted for Shalotte at mile 258. Our conservative ride plan projected our arrival at 5:40am. I hoped we could better that by riding efficiently. I was considering the ride plan as the worst case scenario.

The Ride - Day 1

We pushed off from the motel right on time at 7:30am, a very civilized hour to begin a long bike ride. The first leg was 44 miles north to Roseboro. After some initial quick turns to get out of Lumberton we found ourselves in rural surroundings with minimal traffic. The route used some country lanes and state roads which were all of good quality. There were nice long stretches without turns. I favor pulling rather than drafting so after we established a nice rhythm I stayed on the front holding a steady pace. The cue sheet was quite accurate, the roads well marked, and not a single pothole to be found. The only obstacle were the dogs. It seems like every home in North Carolina comes with at least one dog and zero leashes. We lost count of how many times we were chased. Mostly, they were friendly pets and were just playing the game. But, one needed to be aware of them or a crash could result. Rain was predicted for much of the day. However, we arrived in Roseboro at 10:30 without a drop having fallen. The skies were decidedly overcast with the air temperature in a comfortable range (70-80F). Neither of us had any complaints.

Paul riding past blueberry fields

We departed the control at Roseboro in short order headed south east to Maple Hill, which is a little over 100k. The terrain and scenery were much the same as the prior section, as was the occasional dog chase. I kept my position on the front continuing to hold a steady, but not too fast pace. I was enjoying myself and feeling like I could pull all day. There were not many cues for such a long section. There were roads that we would remain on for over 11 miles at a time. It made for easy navigation, but required mental discipline. I played mileage games in my head to keep from getting bored. Of course, sprinting away from dogs also provided some entertainment. After a 7 mile stint on NC-50 we arrived at the control in Maple Hill.

The next section would be a short one. South for 24 miles to Rocky Point. There were only four cues needed to cover the distance. I remained on the front maintaining the same steady rhythm. We experienced some light rain for very brief periods, but not enough to matter. As of yet we'd not felt the need for any rain gear. We arrived at the control, which was at mile 132. The distance being covered in a total of 9 hours and 40 minutes. We were steadily gaining time on our ride plan, which would get us to our sleep stop at a more reasonable hour. Our arrival at Rocky Point marked the furthest point from the start. The route design has the entire 600k contained in the southeast corner of the state. This would require some tacking around to achieve the required distance. We would double back to the northwest before heading south again. The strategy would make it easier from an organization standpoint to provide support for the riders. No one could ever be further than 80 miles from the starting location. In addition, the terrain would remain relatively the same throughout. We would not reach any of the hillier areas of the state. After a brief break at the control store we pushed off for the 54 mile segment to Garland, which was a town we passed through on the way.

Passing by Pinelands wooded area

A total of seven cues would direct us through the next 54 mile segment. The road selection continued to be pleasant. At times it was very like riding through the Pine Barrens region of southern New Jersey. Darkness came upon us during this stretch. Although, the day had been very overcast the sky cleared considerably by nightfall. We could see many stars overhead. The temperature remained mild. Despite having covered over 150 miles I was still feeling good and enjoying the ride. I continued my position on the front holding our pace to what it had been during the day. Our arrival at the Garland control marked the half-way point. We had managed to cover the 300k in 13 hours 40 minutes. We were holding over six hours in hand and were ahead of our ride plan by almost two hours. Things were looking good.

After some initial confusion about which direction to head from the control we resumed the route. We rode about 11 miles to Elizabethtown and stopped briefly to top our water. There would be no opportunity to do so for the next 61 miles. We became confused as we tried to move on. As it turned out we passed by a turn and had to go back. Then, we missed a cue and came upon a highway, at which point we thought we were off route. Paul's Garmin helped us sort things out, but we lost a little time. To make matters worse I hit a low energy point and was struggling a bit. Paul was feeling good and eagerly took over the front. He picked the pace up to a point that I just couldn't hold his wheel. I could not roll faster than 14 or 15 mph for the next hour. After which, my energy level started to return to normal. We arrived at the control in Hallsboro which, as expected, was closed. We developed an information control question for riders to use on the main ride. Continuing, we had thirty miles left to cover to the sleep stop. It was currently 1:08am. Our ride plan predicted our arrival in Shallotte at 5:41am. Barring any unforeseen problems we would beat that by more than two hours.

My energy level returned to near normal as Paul resumed on the front. I shortly went by him to take my turn at a pull. He quickly went around me again continuing at a faster pace. I was able to hold on as we sped toward the control, which would be our opportunity to sleep. I took a few turns at the front, but mostly Paul was pulling and setting the pace. He had not eaten any solid food for the entire day, being totally sustained by a liquid nutrition system he recently subscribed to. It seemed to be working for him as we rolled by the 400k point in 19 hrs and 10 minutes. The final eight miles to the control went by equally fast and we arrived at 3:08am. Over eight hours ahead of the control closing time. The Comfort Inn and Waffle House were adjacent businesses. I agreed to go to the motel and check-in, while Paul rode over to restaurant to order food for us. Within ten minutes I was sitting in front of a plate of waffles and a steaming bowl of grits. Paul finally went off his liquid diet in favor of a waffle and hamburger. Fully stuffed with food we went to the motel to sleep. I fell asleep the second my head went down.

The Ride - Day #2

Paul on the bridge to Sunset Beach

I awoke without the alarm at 6:30am. We had decided we would be back to riding by 7:30am. I wanted to get some breakfast before heading out. Paul was going back to his liquid nutrition, so would not be eating. I dressed in fresh bike clothes, which were carried with me from the start. I then re-fueled on the free breakfast in the hotel lobby. When I returned to the room Paul was dressed and ready. We headed out to another pleasantly overcast morning. After refilling our water at the convenience store across the street we headed southwest to Sunset Beach just 12 miles away. The roads took on the look of the Jersey Shore as we made our way over the flat terrain. The sun broke through making for a bright warm morning. I took my position on the front for most of this leg. I was rested and felt good. The approach to the beach was a bridge over the inlet which resembled that of Cape May, NJ. The climb up felt familiar in many ways. It was by far the largest climb of the ride. We were directed into the parking area by the pier and immediately some folks asked us if we were on the MS ride. They were volunteers waiting for hundreds of riders to be passing through. We answered the information control question at the pier and stopped at the nearby store to buy sunscreen. Since rain was expected for the two days I didn't pack any. Soon thereafter we were off to the next control, 100k to the northwest.

My Salsa rests on the pier at Sunset Beach

The distance to the finish was less than 110 miles, and we had until 11:30pm to get there. That was over 14 hours from the current time. I really liked our chances of finishing. We crossed the same bridge leaving the beach. We got the first taste of a headwind which would be with us for most of the remaining miles. We alternated our position on the front. Both of us felt strong and cutting through the wind was not a problem early on. The scenery transformed back to the pine tree look for awhile and then became more open. We started to see the MS riders heading the opposite way of us. Small groups at first then larger packs. We exchanged greetings with many of them. It was a good twenty miles before we turned off away from the stream of riders. We reached an optional store stop, which was actually just across the border in South Carolina. We had pulled through the wind for 35 miles and needed to replace some water. I also wanted to pick up some food to carry with me. We made the stop brief and were back underway.

Icing the bottles at the control in South Carolina just past Tabor City

We crossed back into North Carolina in just a few hundred feet. The wind kept coming at us as we continued to head north. There was not much in the way of wind block through this open rural part of the state. We shared the work equally with both of us holding up well. The dogs were back out and we found ourselves either sprinting away or yelling at them depending on the circumstances. In one instance some dogs came from the ride side and were close to Paul. He asked me to move it. I sprinted away quickly and looked back to empty road. At that moment two other dogs ran out from a field on my left. I really didn't like the look of one of them. I was still going quite fast so they had no chance at me. But, I thought about Paul who would be coming along any moment. I reversed course following the retreating hounds. Just then Paul came into view and I yelled to him to beware of the brown dog. His reaction was to take the offensive steering his bike directly at the oncoming animal and yelling incoherently. The dog's partner wanted nothing further to do with the situation and took off into the field. The brown dog held his ground. It wasn't until Paul was about fifty feet from running him down that the potential danger registered in the animal's brain, prompting him to scamper into the field. We laughed about the episode for many miles.

Despite fighting the wind I was pleased with our progress. We were sharing the work on the front and ticking off the miles. We arrived at the control in Boardman by 1:30pm, seven and one-half hours in advance of the closing time. I would treat myself to a lunch of mac and cheese while Paul mixed up more of his magic powder. We were back underway with just one final control to reach before the finish, 18.5 miles in a northeast direction.

Paul pushing through the wind

The wind may have been the worst yet on this leg. Fortunately, it was a short stretch as the miles ticked off rather slowly, despite us sharing the work. The area was quite exposed with little wind block so there was no choice but to grind it out. We were still almost three hours ahead of our ride plan and oodles ahead of the official cut-off times. With nothing to worry about I did my best to just enjoy the challenge. I would make note of my odometer mileage when I took the front and try to hold the pace for five miles. If I held on then Paul would not pass me and take over the front. It became a mental game that helped me get through the section. We made it to the control in Clarkton almost six hours ahead of the closing time. We were 28 miles from the finish.

The final leg was almost due west. The wind that had plagued us all day was predominantly from the east. We should get some assist for the last miles. After a quick stop we headed out in good spirits. The terrain and scenery were much of the same, but the wind assist was noticeable to our speed. I continued my mental game using the five mile increments. It was no longer necessary, but it helped to pass the time. The occasional dog chase helped as well. At fifteen miles out it was quite clear that we would finish the ride with lots of time to spare. We both continued to ride strong as we began to recognize the road names from the ride out of Lumberton the day before. As luck would have it we caught the green light to cross the busy road to the finish at the motel. We pulled up at 5:13pm for a time of 33:43. Six hours and seventeen minutes ahead of the closing time. It was my fastest 600k that I could remember.

Epilogue

I enjoy traveling to rides outside the home region. I have ridden in more than half of the fifty states in the US. Each area has it's own nuances that make cycling there a little different. North Carolina offered roads that were incredibly well maintained and motorists that demonstrated the utmost of courteousness. Most importantly, the people we encountered along the way were as nice as they could be. At every stop strangers would approach us and inquire about our ride. They were friendly and seemed genuinely interested in the details of our adventure. To the point of being excited when we told them the distance we were covering. The local people had an appreciation for cyclists and it showed in the way we were treated. The route was cleverly crafted by Tony Goodnight, an experienced Randonneur and Ultra Racer. Tony represents the non-profit group Bicycle for Life. They present a very full calendar of Randonneur events. This late season offering, for which we tested the 600k route, takes place on October 8th. A full line of rides from 200k to 1000k, and all distances in between, are scheduled on that date from Lumberton, North Carolina. It's a great thing to get in on.

Most gratifying about the trip was Paul's successful completion of his SR Series. His list of accomplishments include a full series each year since 2004. It is a streak he very much wanted to maintain. A stomach ailment made this especially difficult for the last two years. His body would simply rebel somewhere over the 200 mile mark making the long rides nearly impossible to finish. He sought help from various medical professionals for the baffling problem. After two years with no improvement a medication was located that had promise. Also, he added a liquid nutrition program, custom designed to his needs, to be used while riding. With two prior 600k's earlier this season ending in a DNF this ride represented his final chance at the series. His perseverance and unwavering dedication to the goal finally paid off. He finished the ride feeling like his problems may be behind him. I couldn't be any happier for him.

Boo-Ya!

Central Jersey 200k aka The Ron Anderson Special

2011-09-20T11:07:00.000-07:00

I had the pleasure of testing a brand new 200k route on the NJ Randonneurs calendar. The final NJ brevet of this season is totally due to the efforts of one Ron Anderson, a first time volunteer brevet organizer. My friend Paul Shapiro and I would pre-ride the course, performing the mandatory check of the cue sheet, roads, traffic, and establishing information control questions to be used on the calendar day. We decided in advance we would both ride fixed gears over the modestly rolling route.

Princeton Junction to Englishtown - 19.7 Miles

On Saturday, September 17th, Ron met us at the start in Princeton Junction to see us off promptly at 7:30. We were headed for the first information control in Englishtown. Out of the shopping center we headed towards Cranbury. It was a cool morning with mostly cloudy skies. I wore a windbreaker and leg warmers to ward off the chill. We quickly passed through Cranbury using CR 615 to cross Route 130. We followed the county route for a number of miles turning off on Gravel Hill Road. On this section most of the roads had modest amounts of traffic, with the one exception being CR 522 which we rode on for awhile with a steady stream of cars. However, there was a shoulder with enough room that neither of us felt at all uncomfortable. Soon afterward we had covered the 19.7 miles arriving at the Monmouth Battlefield State Park. We came up with an information control question and pushed off.

Englishtown to Clarksburg - 10.6 Miles

Almost immediately after turning out of the park the aroma of fresh baked goods permeated the air. It smelled to me like apple pie. Paul said he thought it was cider doughnuts. Whatever it was we were very tempted to stop at that roadside business, which was conveniently located right on the route at the corner of Rt 33 and Wemrock Road. Somehow, we managed to restrain ourselves and instead enjoyed the light rolling terrain. We rode on a number of roads I recognized, all nicely paved with low traffic. And, just hilly enough to make it fun on the fixed gear. Stagecoach Road lead us into the Clarksburg General Store, which is the control. A number of riders from other rides were coming and going. Needing just to top up fluids we were on our way quickly.

Clarksburg to Whiting - 19.2 Miles

This section represented a mixture of quiet country lanes and some busier county roads. None were unpleasant, just different in nature. Again, many of the roads were familiar to us (Yellow Meeting House, Red Valley, Emeley's Hill). They've been used in part by other rides. Given the late September date the traffic was lighter than what it had been during the summer. That is until we came to CR 539, We encountered a serious back up of traffic which we conveniently rolled past on the shoulder. As we got closer to the front of the jam we saw emergency vehicles blocking the road. There was a phone pole sheered off and the crews were preparing to replace it. The wires were hanging quite low across the road. We snaked our way through without being told to stop. I was a bit surprised at this as the wires were hanging rather precariously, It may have been that by the time we were noticed by the police we were almost past. We then had the pleasure of having the entire roadway to ourselves for the eight miles to the Super Wawa control at Rt 70. What a hoot!

The over the shoulder shot of Paul riding on traffic free Rt 539

Whiting to Chatsworth - 13.4 Miles

After a fairly brief stop refreshing water and eating a half of a PBJ sandwich while Paul refreshed his Sustained Energy Mix we headed for the info control in Chatsworth. Ron had found some new roads which were virtually void of traffic. For much of the ride to this point we'd had benefit a slight tail wind. This would soon change as our direction would be heading back to the north. Of course, as things generally work out, it would pick up a bit once we were into it. We arrived at the Volunteer Fire Company information control and established another question. Our goal was easy one word answers, which so far we accomplished. With out further delay we departed.

Chatsworth to Tabernacle 9.7 Miles

I recall this section as one of the flattest and also perhaps the nicest. The roads were butter smooth, with that Pinelands look about them. Again, traffic was minimal. The day remained overcast and somewhat cool. With the wind I needed my arm warmers to feel comfortable. Paul managed without, but said he was a little chilly at times. We cruised into the control which is a quaint country store called Nixon's. It had rocking chairs lined up out front for store customers to sit, relax, eat and drink. It was quite unique. We purchased some snack foods and refreshed our water, taking a short break on the rockers. After about 15 minutes we pushed off into the wind.

Those rocking chairs are inviting after 70 miles

Tabernacle to Columbus -17.2 Miles

We enjoyed more flat terrain with light traffic. We crossed a number of busier roads, all documented on the cue sheet. Mostly, the road selection here used country lanes. We crossed, but did not ride on, the busier thoroughfares. Paul and I continually commented on the accuracy of the cue sheet. All the cues were impeccably written to avoid confusion. Both of us had done numerous check out rides. We could never remember a cue sheet being this problem free. It was another enjoyable section which ended with our arrival at the control.

Columbus to Imlaystown - 19.7 Miles

Our stop at the Wawa control was brief. We each mixed up fresh powdered beverages. Other than an info control there would be no other stop until the finish, which was 35 miles away. The wind still persisted, at times slowing us to about 13 miles per hour. None the less we were comfortable with our progress and were not suffering in any way. We found ourselves on some other familiar roads going through Georgetown, Chesterfield, and Crosswicks. One of the fall century rides I'd done for the last six years uses some of this route. The road markings were still visible from last years ride. Once again, the riding was pleasant on this section. We soon found ourselves at the intersection in Imlaystown, where we would establish an info control and corresponding question. A quaint country inn located at the intersection had everything we were looking for. We had succeeded in our goal of easy one word answers for all the info questions.

Imlaystown to Finish 14.2 Miles

The final section was on roads a bit more open, which made the wind factor more difficult. I projected we would finish before 6pm (under10hr 30minutes) which, for me, was a decent time on fixed. That of course assumed that everything would go smoothly. We'd not really encountered any kind of trouble. But, finally we did hit a snag when the cue sheet directed us to turn on Bresnahan Road, just after crossing over the NJ Turnpike. The road at that spot was missing the sign. We made the turn onto it, but at first appearance it seemed to be under construction. There were orange barrels a few hundred feet ahead. Thinking this was not the right road we reversed to check further up. After continuing to the next intersection, over a mile, without finding another Bresnahan Road we took an alternate way to the opposite end of it. Since there were no closed signs we decided to ride down it. We found it was indeed open and safe to ride on. The barrels did not actually block the road it just looked that way from a distance. We were glad it was open as it is actually a nice road. A little over three bonus miles where racked up in the process, which is why we test ride the routes before the official date. We pushed through the final six miles to the finish getting back to the coffee shop at 6:06pm (10hrs 36minutes).

Epilouge

This ride is a fine addition to the New Jersey calendar, and the last offering of the season. It is a prime opportunity to socialize with folks who are back from riding various1200k's. The route is friendly for fixed gears, tandems and recumbents. Or, just cruise it on your geared bike swapping stories with old friends along the way. I encourage everyone to get out there so all Ron's hard work can be put to good use. Ron himself will be riding along with you. If you do see him on the course, piloting the purple Burley tandem, accompanied by stoker and wife Barb, take a minute to thank him for the great job. Ride organizers receive no compensation, other than the appreciation of their fellow randonneurs. Enjoy!

Boo-Ya!

Alpe d Huez - An Adventure in the French Alps

2011-09-18T19:36:00.000-07:00

The Dream

I always had the desire to climb one of the famous mountains of the Tour de France. Foremost in my mind was the Alpe d Huez. A famous ski resort in the French Alps. It is perhaps one of the most notorious Tour climbs with many fierce battles having taken place there. While I was in France for the Paris-Brest 1200k it was in the back of my mind to try and visit that region of the country and undertake the climb.

My primary goal and number one priority was to finish PBP. After finishing the ride on Thursday, and getting some much needed sleep, my mind began focusing on traveling south to the Alps. I settled on the Alpe D Huez as the climb to attempt. Feeling better than I thought I would just one day after the 1200k I decided to book my travel for Sunday. I planned to accomplish the trip, the climb, and the return to Paris all in a single day.

Getting There

I left my hotel in Voisins, on the bike, at 9am. I rode to Saint Quentin en Yvellines and boarded the RER train to the Paris Austerlitz station. Upon arrival there I rode about 2 miles, in the city, to the Gare de Lyon which is the station in Paris where the high speed TGV operates. I was booked on an 11:40 departure to the city of Grenoble, which is about a one hour car/bus ride to Le Bourg d Oisans, the small village at the foot of the Alpe D Huez.

Upon boarding the train I was shown to a bike storage area with vertical bike racks. I secured the Bike Friday there using a bike lock for good measure. I then took a seat in the comfortable passenger coach for the non-stop trip to Grenoble. The TGV runs at a top speed of 340 kph (over 200 mph). It would cover the 400 mile distance in a total of three hours. Once underway, and clear of the city, the train did indeed appear to be traveling at a high rate of speed. Although, it rode so smoothly the only indication of speed was how fast things were going by. I greatly enjoyed the panoramic views as we sped further south to the mountains. The scenery changed from flat farmland to more mountain like as we approached Grenoble, the one time host city of the Winter Olympics. We arrived on time at 2:40pm.

I claimed my bike and headed to the bus station next door only to find the next bus to depart to the Alpe D Huez would not be until 5:00pm. That would not suit my time frame as I needed to make the climb and return in time for an 8:00pm train to Paris. I next visited the taxi stand out front. After unsuccessful negotiations with two cab drivers I was starting to get nervous about accomplishing my goal. I decided to talk to yet a third cab driver, who had a friendly look about him. I then met Nicholas who was as friendly as he looked, and, spoke fluent English. We agreed upon a fee for him to drive me to the foot of the climb, then wait while I climbed and descended. After which he would return me to the train station. He said the schedule was a tight one, but he would do his best on his end. The rest was up to me.

The Climb

The finish line of Alpe d Huez

Nicholas parked in a small lot just 300 meters prior to the start of the climb. He retrieved my bike from the back of the cab and pointed to the direction I should ride. I took out immediately, excited to finally be underway. It was easy to tell when the climb began. The road pitched up severely and there were markings on the black top left over from this years Tour de France. It was fun reading the riders names and messages. Cadel Evans, Alberto Contador. and Andy Schleck all had fans who encouraged them with inscriptions on the road. The Alpe d Huez is nicknamed the "Twenty one Steps to Heaven" as there are numbered markers at each of the 21 switchbacks. They count downward from 21, at the bottom of the mountain, to number one just prior to the finish line. As I rounded switchback 21 it became clear this would be no easy climb. It was eight miles to the top and the pitch was pretty steep. My heavy back pack and bike lock added to the challenge. I was determined to climb the eight miles to the top without stopping.

The switchback markers were my main mental focus. They provided both motivation and information which was better than using the mileage reading on my odometer. It took me a few turns to figure out that not each turn would have a marker. Only every other one, indicating a full step up the side of the mountain. Essentially, one would turn twice for each of the 21 steps. The pitch was steep, but the turns were much less so. I looked forward to them. Although, at times they were as much as a kilometer apart. Nearer the top the turns became closer together. There were many other cyclists climbing and descending, Riders from near and far would come to test themselves. Most rode bikes set up for racing. My folding bike got more than a few curious looks from other cyclists and passing cars. I felt like I was quite slow when two riders went by me at a brisk pace. After just a few minutes I passed by them as they were stopped at a rest area with a scenic overlook off the side of the road. I was tempted to pull off for a rest, and to enjoy the nice view, but I stuck to my plan to ride to the top without stopping.

The view off the side of the mountain became more impressive with altitude. I would be reaching the highest elevation level I'd ever climbed (over 11,000 feet), and the most altitude ever gained on a single climb (over 3,700 feet). Whether real, or imagined, I felt as if my breathing had become more labored near the top. The ski resort above appeared closer with each turn. The last few steps seemed the steepest. I passed marker number two which turned out to be the last one, as marker number one was missing. At the final bend I saw the finish banner and pedaled underneath in my best impersonation of a standing sprint. Which I'm sure in reality was quite lame. My odometer read just over eight miles. I had climbed in just under one and a half hours. About twice the time of a pro Tour rider, and, about a half-hour longer than the fastest of the amateurs. I wondered if there were others with folding bikes that made the climb. Surely there must be with so many visiting here. But, I saw none other on that Sunday.

Like a Mount Everest climber I had little time to enjoy the summit. I took a couple of photos. Some nice German tourists took one of me in front of the finish banner. After which I began my descent. Nicholas would be waiting for me in the parking area below. I needed to get there to make my return train.

The Descent

The view from switchback # 3 - Alpe d Huez

While physically the descent presented little challenge it did require much in the way of bike handling. The hair pin turns were highly technical, especially on a 20" wheeled bike. I smelled my brakes heating up as I scrubbed off speed before each turn. The views were incredible (I stopped on turn three for a photo). At times I was shivering from the windchill, although the air temperature was over 70F. The trip down was 75% faster then the one up, but still seemed long. The numbered markers went by and I hit bottom in just over 20 minutes. I pedaled to the parking lot to find Nicholas waiting patiently for my arrival.

Getting Back

A brief glimpse of Nicholas - who was quite camera shy

Nicholas helped me place my bike in the cab. It was about 6pm. He said traffic would be heavy on the way back to Grenoble, but we should have no problem making the train at 8pm. He knew the back roads, which were rather scenic. He took time to point out the sights, even stopping briefly to show me a castle. We had a nice conversation about life in France. He would be taking a vacation to Corsica in one weeks time, and would stay there for a full month. I learned it was routine for citizens of France to take long vacations. At least long by US standards. By 7:30 we were back at the train station in Grenoble. I had time for a croissant and coffee before boarding the train. We pulled out on time. The train appeared nearly empty. What I didn't know was that we would stop in the city of Lyon to pick up more passengers. I didn't recall the ticket agent telling me that. We took on a lot of passengers, filling most of the remaining seats. We then resumed our high speed journey to Paris. I purchased a late meal which I ate in my seat on the folding tray table. After which I closed my eyes for a brief nap. Soon enough we pulled into the station in Paris.

I bolted from the train with my bike as quickly as possible. I needed to get to the RER station just the other side of the Sienne, two miles away, to catch the last train to SQV. In the dark it took me longer than I had hoped to locate the station. By the time I got there I had missed the train. I noticed on the departure board another train scheduled to leave for Versailles in 40 minutes. I'd visited there the first day in France with my friend Chris on our bikes. It was only about 5 miles from SQV. I sort of remembered the route to take. It was the only choice, other than riding my bike the entire way. It was nearly 1am when the train delivered me to Versailles. The village was dark and quiet. I found the D-10 which I remembered was the road Chris and I had used. It looked a bit different at night, but I recognized some things along the way, including a village we had passed through on our prior trip. Once arriving in Saint Quentin I knew my way back to Voisins quite well. I arrived at my hotel at nearly 2am. A long day, but one I'll happily remember.

Epilogue

To some folks a full day of travel for a single climb would hardly be worth it. However, from my perspective, it represented a unique adventure. The sights and feelings of that day will stay with me for a long time. The traveling back and forth was as much a part of the fun as was climbing in the Alps. I rode a high speed train, for the first time, and loved it. I met Nicholas the cab driver who taught me much about the French culture. I was enamored with the general beauty of the countryside, and simply awed by the Alps. Finally, I made it up the mountain, on my little folding bike, and, on my own terms. I felt as good about that as if I had won the King of the Mountains Jersey.

Boo-Ya!

The Four Days of Paris-Brest-Paris

2011-09-14T18:51:00.000-07:00

On August 21st at 7:20pm I started the 2011 PBP with a few friends and close to 5,000 riders not known to me. A full report of the four day trek through the countryside of France is available at: www.mellowyellowpbp.blogspot.com/

NYC 200k - The annual trek to Bear Mountain and beyond

2011-08-08T12:00:00.000-07:00

photo by Shane B.

Once again I was drawn to the Big Apple for what many call the annual sufferfest 200k. The late July date, along with substantial climbing, put this ride into the very difficult category. Although, this year the heat index was not as bad as in the past. For my sixth time undertaking the route I would ride the Bike Friday Pocket Rocket. I was pleased to see I was not the only one using a folding bike. Christine, a regular NJ Rando rider had chosen her Air Friday. A sizable group of forty riders would line up at the George Washington Bus Station for the start.

Once underway we cross the George Washington Bridge on the bike path and head north passing through pleasant New Jersey towns along the Hudson River. The crossing into New York state is reached as we continue north to Stony Point and the first control. The first section went smoothly. The miles were shared with my friend Todd, who has been on the ride every year as well.

Yours Truly on Mellow Yellow Friday photo by Shane B.

Shortly after leaving the control we hit a sizable climb on Route 9W and then descend to the entrance of Bear Mountain State Park. At that point the long grind up to the top of the mountain begins. I fall into a nice rhythm on the Friday, passing a few folks along the way. I notice Todd drops back, although he appears okay. I plan to re-group with him at the top. The final two miles up Perkins Drive are the steepest part of the five mile climb, but still not too bad. I continue with a steady pace to the top. I find a shady spot to wait for Todd. When he arrives he says that he suffered from some cramping on the climb. Not a good sign given that there is plenty of heavy climbing yet to come.

Christine with Air Friday at the top of Bear Mountain

After a break we descend Perkins Drive, which is twisty, fast, and fun. The Bike Friday handled it just fine. At the bottom the climbing begins again as we make the gradual push up to the Tirotti Circle and Arden Valley Road. Todd is clearly struggling on this section climbing at a slower pace to try and keep his cramping in check. After Arden Valley I make the turn for Route 17. Todd has fallen back and is no longer in sight. I decide to keep moving to the control in Monroe. The last thing he needs is me pushing him to a pace he can't manage at this point in time. I plan to re-group at the control which is just a few miles away.

After downing a bagel I notice Todd coming into the control. He recounts the difficulties he had making it there with frequent leg cramps. He asks that I go on without him while he tries to recover. His girlfriend, Leslie, is there doing some sight seeing in the area while Todd is riding. She agrees to stay nearby should he run into trouble. On that basis I reluctantly leave him with the idea that we may meet up again at the next control.

The section from Monroe to Conklin is the most challenging of the route. There is constant heavy climbing throughout, which includes a second crossing of Harriman State Park, which has a ten mile stretch including some extended climbs. I feel comfortable and strong on the Friday handling all the hills without benefit of the small chainring. I enjoy this section immensely. Most especially the 46 mile per hour descent at the exit of the park. From there it is just a few more miles to the control, which is a farm market called Orchards at Conklin. Upon arrival there I see lots of riders I know. I chat with everyone while eating fresh fruit and bread. I take my time hoping for Todd to come in. Leslie arrives in the car and informs me that he is about fifteen minutes out and riding a bit better. I agree to wait for him so we can finish the final section together. Todd arrives and agrees to keep his stop to about fifteen minutes. After which we leave the control together.

A suffering rider gets help climbing in Harriman State Park photo by Shane B.

The last section is the mildest of the day. We are able to maintain a steady pace, with Todd falling back in a few spots, but mostly doing well. We pass through some shaded areas and by a pleasant looking reservoir. There is a final big climb up Churchill Road after which we work our way to Hudson Terrace and the George Washington Bridge. Christine joins up with us just prior to the bridge. No matter how many times I ride across I still enjoy the view. The finish is at Fort Tyron Park which is less than a mile from the bridge. We arrive in a time of 11:40. Christine and I now share the distinction of being the first to complete the route on folding bikes.

Epilouge:

Of the forty riders who took the start thirty-four would reach the finish. Of the six riders who didn't make it cramping was the number one reason for not continuing. I have great respect for Todd's refusal to allow heat related problems to end his day. He clearly suffered for much of the ride, but never wavered from the goal of finishing. In the true spirit of Randonneuring he finished with a smile, saying it was a good ride.

From my perspective I was pleased with the Bike Friday as it took on all climbs and descents admirably. Also, I feel like my training worked for me as I rode strong all day. Despite the heat, I never suffered. The succesful finish of the ride would earn me my second SR series of this year and my eigth in total. I would celebrate with a bowl of chilled watermelon/beet soup and a salad at the cafe near the finish.

Boo-ya!

New Jersey North to South - Port Jervis, NY to Cape May, NJ - 320k

2011-08-04T04:02:00.000-07:00

Todd rides through Central Jersey en-route to Cape May

For a long time I've wanted to traverse the state of New Jersey, the long way. Bill Olsen's "North to South" permanent would finally provide the means to do so while gaining RUSA kilometers in the process, a must for this K-Hound hopeful. Three riders would join me for the 4am start in Port Jervis, NY, just a scant mile from the New Jersey border. Katie, Al and Todd, all regulars of the New Jersey Randonneurs series, were my companions. I had decided just a few days before the ride to attempt it on my fixed gear. The first 60 miles or so where a bit hilly, but manageable. The remainder were mostly flat.

Things did not go quite according to plan. I had hoped for a fairly aggresive 16 hour finish (8pm). Unfortunately multilple problems made that goal unattainable. As always the back up plan is simply to finish the ride within the time limit. The first issue was mechanical. Al's crank arm fell off twice before the first control. The initial time during the early morning darkness which took considerable time to repair. Katie, suffering from back issues, decided to pack it in at the Chester control. Choosing to ride her bike the 40 miles to home. On the very next section we encountered a bridge closing in Bound Brook. The resulting detour added about five miles to our route. At the East Millstone control Al would receive a replacement bike, transported there by family, in the hopes to avoid further problems.

On the next section the temperature reached the upper nineties with strong sun. The Browns Mills control was a welcome site. The next section to Egg Harbor was without doubt the toughest with heat, sun and a headwind. Both Al and Todd suffered from leg cramps and limped into the Wawa at Egg Harbor. After a lengthly break Todd was ready to go on, but Al had decided not to continue, as his cramping did not ease up.

Darkness fell during that final fifty mile stretch. Todd's cramping had improved, although he needed to ride a bit conservatively to avoid a relapse. Some broken glass on the side of the road caused him a flat. We worked together to quickly change the tube out. There were a couple of long sections on a single road which made the last miles pretty boring. For entertainment we had passing cars who's alcohol affected occupants would jeer at us. Finally, the lights of the Cape May Wawa beckoned us in to the finish. Our arrival was at 10:20pm. Three hours in advance of the 1:20am cut-off. A succusful ride with another 320k added to the total and my longest one day fixed gear effort.

Boo-ya!

The Great Adventure Challenge - Rolling Thunder Edition

2011-07-18T19:57:00.000-07:00

One of the permanent routes I manage is the Great Adventure 112k. It is a 70 mile out and back from Hillsborough to Jackson, NJ. The name Great Adventure was derived from the Six Flags theme park which is located just 2 1/2 miles from the halfway point. In the many times I've done the ride I'd often thought that it might be neat to visit the park. Although, I questioned what could be accomplished in the brief time available for a typical brevet stop. Well? From the deep dark recesses of a twisted mind an idea bubbled to the surface. The concept that was born became the Great Adventure Challenge. Basically, within the legal constraints of the brevet the rider(s) arrives at the Six Flags Great Adventure theme park, takes a ride on one of the many roller coasters. Then returns to the permanent route to finish the ride within the time limit. Not being one to ask another to attempt something I wouldn't do I would be the first rider to take the challenge.

On a Wednesday morning I departed from the Plaza Deli in Hillsborough on my Jamis Sputnik (fixie). I followed the route to the official control in Jackson where I refilled my water and verified my brevet card. After which I rode 2.5 off route miles to the Six Flags theme park. After a bit of a hassle and time delay gaining entry to the parking area, I find a spot to lock up the bike. Conveniently, there are locker rentals in the building right next to it. I slip on a pair of baggy shorts over my bike shorts, change into sneakers, and change out my jersey for a tee shirt. I then rent a small locker to store my back pack, helmet, and various other stuff in. I gain entry to the park with the discount pass I purchased on the internet. After walking around a bit I find a roller coaster with no line. It's called Rolling Thunder. It's wood and about thirty years old. I'm hoping it has at least one more run left in it before it collapses. In a matter of moments I am being towed up to a height of 100 feet. After a little more than two minutes of bone jarring maneuvers my train arrives back at the starting point. As soon as I am released I start running to the exit. I've spent over an hour and a half at the park in total. I jog back to the locker, changing back to bike clothes like a triathlete in a transition area. With the bike unlocked and the pack on my back I start hammering for the exit to Monmouth Road. I have a ways to go to get back on course. I just make the turn on Millstone Road, back on the official route, when the skies open up with rain bucketing down. I continue on despite hearing thunder overhead. The rain continues, varying between hard and ridiculously, hard for the next 10 miles to Monroe Township. At that point everything is as if rain never happened. The remainder of the ride is dry with a tailwind. I take full advantage of it arriving at the finish at 3:15pm forty three minutes in advance of the cut-off.

Epilogue:

It can get boring doing the same old thing all the time. Changing up a bit can breathe new life into an old activity. The Great Adventure Challenge came about as a bit of a lark, but I now present it as an opportunity to try something different. Is it odd, silly, maybe even a little juvenile? Definitely! But, on the other hand one could make an argument that riding a bike 70 miles to visit a mini-mart qualifies as well. Combining multiple activities into one event is not something new. The pentathlon has been around a long time. Also, triathlons, while somewhat newer, seem to attract hordes of folks who seamlessly go from one activity to another in the confines of a single event. In that light I offer this challenge to anyone who dares to accept it. Successful completions of the GA Challenge will earn a permanent place on the honor roll, which I will maintain on the blog. Up the ante if you like by adding additional rides to the theme park portion of the event. I am now considering the Super Hero Great Adventure Challenge, which incorporates the Superman, Batman and Green Lantern roller coaster rides into the permanent. This will not be an easy undertaking as the waiting time to board those rides can be long. The timing will have to be impeccable. As with any randonneuring activity outside support is strictly prohibited. So, having someone hold a place in line is not in the spirit of the event. If this all sounds kind of crazy, then I'm on the right track.

View subsequent GA Challenges below. Boo-Ya!

July 20th - Great Adventure Challenge - Superman Edition

Rider - Joe K Time - 6hrs 50min

The Superman Ultimate Flight is a looping coaster

Your truly suffering hearing damage by the screaming teenager on my left

Englewood 600k - Memories of a challenging tour through the Catskills from a muddled brain

2011-07-01T08:24:00.000-07:00

The Catskill Mountains, a long time resort area for New Yorkers, continues to be one of the most scenic areas of the state. The route of the Englewood 600k carves through the heart of this region exposing many of the natural wonders and raw beauty the area has to offer. On this basis alone I would have wanted to undertake this adventure offered by the New Jersey Randonneurs. When coupled with the training benefit for Paris-Brest it required little thought.

The first few miles in Englewood

Bob entering New York State

Mordecai and Jon Route 9-D

As one of the volunteers for the series I would do the pre-ride scheduled two weeks before the main event. On the pre-ride the cue sheet, road conditions, and controls would all be tested to ensure no problems for the main field of riders. The volunteers receive credit for the ride as if completed on the calendar day. I would be in the company of fellow volunteers Bob, Jon, and the route designer, Mordecai. I decided that this would be the first real test of the Bike Friday, my intended ride for Paris-Breast.

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.

Hunter Mountain

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.

Boo-Ya!

New Jersey 600k - Hightstown - Night Start!

2011-06-20T08:29:00.000-07:00

After checking the forecast for the tenth time I made my decision. I would not ride the Bike Friday on the 600k. I would instead use my Salsa Caseroll. Not having ever ridden the Friday Pocket Rocket in wet conditions I felt it best not to experiment on a long ride. Not the one that would serve as my qualifier for Paris-Brest. I hastily installed a set of full fenders on the Salsa and rode the bike a few miles to be sure they didn’t rub the tires. I filled the rear pack with everything one might need for a rainy two day ride. All that was left to do was to try and rest before leaving for the 10pm start in Hightstown.

The Start

On Friday night at the Days Inn by New Jersey Turnpike Exit #8 over thirty riders are preparing for a full night on the road. It is pleasant out with an air temperature in the seventies, and little to no wind. A touch of humidity can be felt with rain showers being a distinct possibility for later on, and throughout the weekend. For now the conditions are near ideal and the group seems to be in good spirits. Many are using this ride as the final step in the qualification process for PBP, elevating its importance. Everyone is hopeful of a successful finish, but most know that things can go wrong along the way. A few final announcements are made by the ride organizer, Walt Pettigrew. Upon conclusion the go signal is given and we begin the 376 mile route.

East Windsor to Whiting – 50 Miles

The riders exit the hotel parking lot heading south on Route 33. Quickly a single line of taillights is visible exiting the busy highway to the quieter roads for our 50 mile journey to the first control in Whiting. I’m riding with my friends Paul and Jon. We are taking it easy early on, which is always my preference on a long ride. Hearing a noise coming from Paul’s bike we pull over to check it out. My friend Todd passes by along with his friend Leslie who is riding her first 600k. Paul’s problem turns out to be a leaf which is stuck in the front brake rubbing the tire. We are quickly back underway, only to ride past a turn. Our error was not realized until a mile beyond. Ring up two bonus miles for the home team. The route has us going through Millstone Township, Jackson and New Egypt on pleasant roads with light traffic. At 28 miles into the ride Paul announces that he is not feeling well. His plan is to ride back to his car using a route that he is familiar with. He continues with us for about ten more miles until the point we must turn in different directions. He assures us he is okay to ride back alone. A stomach condition has given Paul many challenges this year. Amazingly, he has managed to complete three of the four required rides for the series. I’m willing to bet that he finds a way to complete the series before the season is done. Jon and I continue on to the control which is just a short way ahead. We are pretty near the back of the pack but there are still many riders in the control. The volunteers check us in and offer us water. While replenishing my water I notice a spoke dangling on my rear wheel. It had broken without me knowing it. I unthread it from the nipple allowing the nipple to fall into the wheel. It rattles around when the wheel is rotated slowly but stops at any kind of speed. The wheel did not come out of true, which is the benefit of 32 spokes per wheel. If nothing else goes wrong I should be able to finish the brevet with the wheel as it is. We leave the control near the back of the pack.

Whiting to Tuckerton – 27 Miles

Leaving the control we head south towards the Pine Barrens region on Route 539. My rear wheel is rolling smoothly. Finally, we hit our stride and begin making good time. We start catching up to riders on the road. I see their tail lights flickering from far back as we gradually work our way up to them. We exchange pleasantries as we pull by. Then I begin looking for more tail lights to focus on. Jon and I take turns on the front with long pulls. I feel quite good. I’m not sleepy at all despite the late hour. The miles pass quickly. We catch up to two riders, Mordecai and Sam from New York City. Mordecai is riding a fixed gear. They fall into step us. We ride together for a good number of miles. As we hit a succession of small hills they fall back. We decide to stick to our “A” plan which doesn’t allow us to wait up. We have several ride strategies to use. Plan “A” is our optimum, which has us covering over 500k the first day to sleep in Atco, in lieu of the organized sleep stop at Fairton. It’s an aggressive plan, one which I’m not fully confident I can manage. However, for the time being we are on the pace. In a short time we arrive at the second Super Wawa control of the evening. There are a good group of riders in the control and a volunteer as well. We make quick work of the stop further improving our position as we head out.

Tuckerton to Somers Point – 40 Miles

Once again we are moving well. The night is pleasant, although a bit misty at times. The cloud cover is keeping the temperature mild. I’m comfortable with just a short sleeve cycling jersey and shorts. We pass a couple of more riders as we head towards Egg Harbor City. We are working our way south staying near the coast. Daylight happens on this section with a slow lightening of the cloudy skies. We come across Todd and Leslie who fall into step with us. The route follows a bike path for a number of miles. I pull our small group along at a good pace. The bike path ends. I feel good and remain on the front. Todd and Leslie gradually drop off the back. We continue our pace, riding the “A” plan. After jumping on and off another bike path we arrive at the Super Wawa control at 118 miles into the ride. A total time of eight hours has elapsed. We waste little time at this control as well.

Jon rolling smoothly along the New Jersey Shorline

Somers Point to Burleigh - 33 Miles

This section follows mostly along the shoreline. It is flat with some wind, but not unfavorable. We manage a decent pace picking up a rider, Mark, along the way. At the 200k point I check the time to notice we have managed to reach here in 8.5 hours. The pace aligns well with Plan “A”. We pass through Ocean City and Sea Isle with everything looking familiar to me. I recall riding through here on the MS-170 only last month. Mark hangs in with us occasionally chatting about his past rando experiences, which are extensive. The conversation is enjoyed and the miles tick off quickly. After a bit Mark seems to have a low point, dropping back. Our plan only allows us to keep rolling. I hope we see him again later on. We cross numerous bridges on this stretch. Some are formidable and can be considered climbs. I rather enjoy the brief change of terrain. As we near the control a light rain begins. By the time we arrive at the Corner Café, in Burliegh, it is a full on rain shower with thunder boomers. The volunteer, Dawn, checks us in quickly. We decide to take a break, out of the weather, and get something to eat. I enjoy a nice stack of pancakes. All the while the weather rages outside. Heavy rain, thunder and lightning pummel the area for about twenty minutes. By the time we finish our food it has lessened considerably.

Burliegh to Cape May Point State Park - 19 Miles

We depart the control with only a light drizzle falling. The temperature is warm and I am comfortable riding without rain gear. This section will lead us to as far south as someone can go in New Jersey. The rain ends quickly and the roads begin to dry. The miles to the cape are easy. We maintain a nice pace arriving at the park and the Cape May Lighthouse in good time. Ren and Rob Mortara are there having just arrived a few minutes before. They have been plagued with flat tires. We answer the info control question, take a photo of the lighthouse and move on.

Brothers Ren and Rob at Cape May State Park

Jon at Cape May Point Lighthouse

Cape May Point State Park to Tuckahoe – 36 Miles

The return from the park retraces the route in. We see a number of riders headed to the control. After a bit of riding we hit the 300k mark, halfway into the ride. I notice the time is less than 14 hours, which is still on Plan A. In a few miles we pass by a convenience store where there are about a half dozen of our riders there, including the Mortara brothers. We continue on without stopping. Some miles later we happen upon a group of riders from Boston called the Randoliers as is easily determined by reading the printing on their matching jerseys. They hook onto us as I’m on the front. I’m feeling good and happily pull the whole group along for some distance. Jon and one of their riders take some turns as well. We keep a nice pace to the Pizza shop control in Tuckahoe. There are a few riders in the stop when we come in. Jon and I agree to take a few minutes to enjoy a slice of pizza. We quickly eat refresh our water and head out.

Jon riding with the Randoliers

Tuckahoe to Fairton (Eagle Manor) – 52 Miles

We leave the control in the company of Doug, who has an odd choice of mount for a 600k. He is using a time trial bike. While plenty aerodynamic it doesn’t look very comfortable. None the less Doug takes a strong pull or two and then pulls off rather suddenly stopping on the side of the road. We look back and can see nothing wrong. We assume he just needed a nature break and we continue on. After riding awhile we come across the Randoliers again. They were out of the last control before us, but then stopped at a market. We converge with them just as they are getting back on the road. I pull the group along for a bit when suddenly I’m not feeling so strong. I pull off letting Jon take over. I’m thinking I just need to sit in for a bit to recover. Jon and one of their riders pulls the train along while I, and the rest of the group are content to sit in. After a time I try taking the front again, but it becomes clear that the snap is gone from my legs. Our expected arrival at Eagle Manor, in the neighborhood of 5pm, is still solidly in line with Plan A. However, with my energy level diminishing I’m questioning whether I will be able to manage the 46 additional miles to Atco. Until now I’ve been upbeat when discussing the strategy with Jon. At Cape May it looked like a good bet to both of us. Without saying anything aloud I’m having strong doubts about it now. The remaining miles to the control are a grind. We have a navigation problem which takes some time to resolve. A few miles out Jon has a leaky tire which we stop to pressure back up. The Randoliers continue on. I’m feeling fully depleted when we finally arrive at the entrance gate to the mansion. The road which leads to the main house itself is a half mile which I find excruciating. I tell Jon I don’t know if I’ll be able to leave anytime soon. I feel badly about it since he seems good to go. We decide to eat and rest a bit before making a final decision.

Eagle Manor - Haven for the sleep deprived photo by M. Neel

Eagle Manor Overnight Control

The Eagle Manor is a privately owned mansion that is currently unoccupied. Walt, the ride organizer, is the caretaker for the property. We were allowed full use of the huge house which included a screened rear porch overlooking the river. A full kitchen, numerous bathrooms, and a good number of large bedrooms equipped with cots for sleeping. The volunteers staffing the control give me soup and a sandwich. After having the food I feel only marginally better. Despite the fact that it is just 6pm, and there is more than two hours of remaining daylight, I don’t feel like I should continue without significant rest. I discuss this with Jon and he readily agrees to remain at Eagle Manor until mid-night. Welcome to Plan B.

Although I am in a fairly exhausted state I sleep fitfully. After a couple of hours I wake up with leg cramps. I have to walk around to loosen them up. I stop in the kitchen and see a few people I know. One of them, Steve, asks what time I’m heading out. He and his friend Patrick would like to ride out with us. We agree to be ready to ride at mid-night. I head back to the room to try for a little more sleep. I awake at 11:15 on my own. I begin preparations to leave. Jon is awakened at 11:30 by one of the volunteers. We are ready to ride five minutes in advance of mid-night. Steve and Patrick depart the control with us.

Fairton to Medford – 62 Miles (Day 2)

Our group of four takes out into a pleasantly overcast night. With an air temperature in the sixties and a very light mist the conditions are good for riding. I’m glad for the company of my three riding companions. While not feeling as powerful as I did for much of the prior day I feel good enough to make the remaining 115 miles. The six and a half hour rest has worked its magic. In prior years the return route on day 2 was another run through the Pine Barrens. I always kind of enjoyed the solitude of the area in the pre-dawn hours. As for this year the region is passed by, in the interests of re-positioning the sleep stop beyond the 400k point. The strategy made sense as the resource of Eagle Manor was now viable as an ending point for the first day. The majority of riders used the mansion for sleep, which was never the case in the past. The route, while not as unique as the wooded expanse of the barrens, worked fine. The roads were mostly in good condition and we were routed through quiet areas. With the one exception being a gentlemen’s night club we passed by right at the closing time. Fortunately, there was a gas station with convenience store at the same intersection. We took the opportunity to refresh our water supply allowing time for the rowdy crowd to dissipate. Shortly, we pass by the location of our Plan “A” sleep stop, in Atco. Jon and I agree that it would have been quite a trek to make it there the prior night. We’ve adjusted our thinking to the sanity of Plan “B”. We are both satisfied with our progress so far. A short time later we are directed off the main road into an expansive neighborhood, a golf course community. The cue sheet directs us to enter a bike path that we can’t locate. At the point it is supposed to be we see nothing but woods. We wind up using Patrick’s GPS to re-route ourselves using roads. Eventually we end up at the same location the bike path would have delivered us to. A fair amount of time was lost in the process as well as another bonus mile added to our total. Soon thereafter we arrive at the Medford control. It is 5:30am. The first wisps of daylight present themselves. Another overcast day is predicted with rain later in the day. We relax at the control for a while drinking coffee and chatting with the volunteers George and Katie. After which we head out for the final leg to the finish.

Jon and Patrick on the morning of Day-2

Steve on Day-2

Medford to East Windsor – 54 Miles

After about 5 miles we pass by the Vincentown Wawa on Route 206. In the past this was the penultimate control. The route to the north is especially pleasant as the roads have some elevation change and are quite scenic. We are not pushing ourselves as there are some more formidable hills in the last 25 miles. We roll steadily along passing horse farms on quiet country lanes. The skies remain overcast with a cool air temperature. The conditions are pretty much ideal for the final miles. The terrain changes to be a little hillier. None of them are terribly difficult. The added pressure on the tired legs is a relief from the constant spinning we’ve been doing. The largest of the hills is Agress Road. As we approach it I tell Patrick that the most difficult climb is ahead. He tells me he has very little energy left. When he spots the hill he stands and sprints to the top at incredible speed. There must be a reserve tank he didn’t know he had. With Agress behind us there is little in our way to the finish. Both Patrick and Steve are about to finish their first 600k, and an SR Series. We arrive at the finish with large smiles on their faces, mine too for that matter. We are clocked in by Kyle for a time of 35:25. It is 9:25 am, time for breakfast.

Patrick and Steve happy with their first 600k finish!

Epilogue

Since joining the Randonneuring ranks in 2006 I’ve started nine 600 kilometer rides. Counting this one seven were completed. I’ve learned something from each one. I view this ride as a success, although, there were mistakes on my part. While useful to have a ride plan it is probably better to have none than one that is too aggressive. Planning to complete 500 kilometers on day one was, in my case, overly optimistic, and, unnecessary. I was determined to try and make it work. In the process I pushed myself beyond what was sensible given my abilities and the length of the ride. Arriving at the sleep stop totally thrashed was not smart. Thankfully, I was able to recover to the degree that I finished the 185 remaining kilometers on Day 2 fairly comfortably. The six and a half hour rest at the sleep stop making that possible. So, despite a bad plan, and, my maniacal dedication to it, things still worked out. And, there was a lot to be happy about. Mostly, spending thrity-five hours on the road with friends both old and new is always a worthwhile endeavor. Not to mention the completion of an SR series, and, qualifying for Paris-Brest.

Boo-Ya!

NJ Transit 200k Permanent - Introducing Mellow Yellow II

2011-06-05T08:36:00.000-07:00

For who haven't read my blog from it's inception in the winter of 2009 I should explain how it came to be called Mellow Yellow. Due to an injury late in 2008 I converted to riding a recumbent for the 2009 season. The change from riding uprights to recumbent was dramatic and difficult. I decided to document my progress by creating an online blog of my experiences with the new bike (see blog reports from 2009). The bike itself is a Bachetta Giro with bright yellow paint. I immediately began calling it Mellow Yellow. I would ride it for 9,000 miles in that single year completing an SR Series. Although, I wasn't particularly fond of the color at first it gradually grew on me.

Riding the original Mellow Yellow on the 2009 PA Fleche

When I returned to riding uprights the following season I had a yearning to get a another bright yellow bike. Though it couldn't be just a regular run of the mill bike. It had to be special. Something not everyone would ride. It took me a full year to make the right choice, but finally here it is. Out for its first 200k, the new Mellow Yellow, my intended ride for Paris-Brest.

Mellow Yellow II - Bike Friday Pocket Rocket - Triple Chainring in Canary Yellow

The bike was delivered to me just prior to the MS Ride. With not enough time to ready it for the upcoming 170 mile weekend, it would have to wait for the following week to be ridden. I would spend a full day setting up, test riding, and making adjustments. I then did two 100k hilly rides with it that first week. I was pleased, but wanted to try it on a longer ride. The New Jersey Transit, the hilliest 200k permanent in New Jersey, would be ideal.

Given it was time for the June R-12 ride. My friend Al, who is working on his 2nd consecutive R-12, would join me for the 7am start in Hillsborough. On the chilliest morning we've had in awhile (52F) we take out from the Mountain View Plaza.

After a 13 mile flat warm up the Watchung Ridge is ascended via Morning Glory Road. Some miles later we climb to the top of the ridge on Sky Top Drive, which leads us to the control in Summit. The next segment is the hardest with continuous big rollers for the 34 miles to Budd Lake. After which, the terrain softens until the Changewater information control. Which is immediately followed by a knee breaking climb up Forge Hill Road. A few climbs of lesser difficulty appear before arriving at the Hampton Control. Soon after departing Hampton we encounter the "Twins". The name I've come to call the back to back climbing of Wilson Avenue and Herman Thou Road. Although, Wilson is the tougher of the two, they both take their toll on ones energy reserves. Haytown Road and Cokesbury Road follow right after with Cokesbury ranking pretty high in the difficulty factor. At the top of Cokesbury the turn is made onto Bissell Road. With that the profile of the route changes dramatically. The twenty-five remaining miles are on mostly flat to downhill terrain. It sets the stage for a fast finish. We take full advantage as we cruise to the Burger King in Bedminster. Limiting our stop to about 7 minutes we continue our brisk pace to the finish besting our prior year's fastest time by 40 minutes with a finishing time of 10 hours 40 minutes. An enjoyable day on the new bike.

Al Climbs by Jockey Hollow Historic Park

Lion on guard in Califon

Al starting the climb up Forge Hill Road in Changewater

The Bike Friday proved to be a competent climber taking all the major hills in stride. It's a bit harder to control on fast descents having a tendency to to wander some. None the less it did not hamper my speed at any point. The bike also plays well with others. Given the rider's position is the same as any upright it works fine riding in a pace line, or close to other riders. I'm extremely optimistic about using it for PBP. I'll know better after the 600k this coming weekend.

Mellow Yellow II complete with Detours High Tail rear pack

Epilogue

It's funny how what I used to think was silly I now think is cool. Twenty years ago I would have snickered at the thought of riding a folding bike. Now it makes so much sense. The Pocket Rocket can be folded into a regular size suitcase for travel purposes. It is also allowed on trains most anywhere at any time. I love using bikes for transportation. Combining the use of a bike with public transportation opens up endless possibilities for car free travel.

The Bike Friday manufactured in Eugene, Oregon is a wonderful piece of engineering. It rides as well as any other bike I own. There is little difference in feel, and so far I notice no disadvantage in using the folding bike on any ride. I expect to be logging a lot of miles on it in the next couple of months. I'll keep you posted on how it goes.

Boo-Ya!

MS-170 - Coast the Coast - Team Verizon Fios

2011-05-31T08:38:00.000-07:00

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

2011-05-24T17:26:00.000-07:00

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

2011-05-24T07:00:00.000-07:00

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

2011-05-04T12:19:00.000-07:00

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!

Princeton 120k/200k Volunteer Ride

2011-04-19T10:57:00.000-07:00

Next up on the New Jersey Rando calendar is the classic Princeton 200k. For the last several years a 120k Populaire has been offered for those riders looking for something a tad less challenging than the full ride.

The streets of Princeton are quiet on Saturday morning

Typically, the volunteer pre-ride, undertaken the weekend before the main event, would consist of a small group of volunteers who would ride the entire 200k route, testing the cue sheet and road conditions. This year for a variety of reasons, not the least being a strong storm prediction for the afternoon hours, we would ride the 120k as the volunteer ride. I agreed to ride the remaining distance alone two days later to complete the full 200k route check.

Princeton 120k

Three riders start out from Princeton Forestall Village at the appointed 7am start time. I'm riding with the organizer, Jud, and fellow volunteer rider, Shane. It is a cool 41 degrees with a strong wind coming from the east. The wind is predicted to reach about 20mph by late morning. Also, torrential rains are expected for the afternoon. We are hoping to be done by then.

Organizer Jud climbing in Princeton Township

Volunteer rider Shane

Ride to Frenchtown

We wind our way from the shopping village to the small town of Kingston, just two miles away, then turn towards Princeton. For most of the ride to Frenchtown we have the wind at our back. Of course, the down side to this is the reverse will be true on the return. For the moment the route is flat and the roads are peaceful on this early Saturday morning. We go through the downtown section of Princeton and turn onto the Great Road which is a gradual climb up through Princeton Township. We wind our way through some quiet country roads ending up in the town of Hopewell. Here we work through a detour by-passing a bridge under repair. Fortunately, the detour is well marked and we have no trouble getting onto North Greenwood Ave for the long, but gentle climb up to the Sourland Ridge. After hitting the crest of the hill we immediately descend the other side via Rileyville Road and Runyon Mill Road. We ride the rolling terrain of Wertsville Road into the tiny downtown area of Ringoes, which appears just after the crossing of US 202/31. So far the roads have been scenic and void of traffic. We use Rosemont Ringoes Road to Seargentsville passing by the deli that is a favorite stop for cyclists. The sign out front states that "bikers are welcome". Shortly after we arrive at the covered bridge, which is the only surviving one in the state. We follow more country lanes with some good sized rolling hills, which serve to prepare our legs for the bigger climbs yet to come. We go through Kingwood Township on Route 519, before finding our way to Horseshoe Bend Road. This road is an up and down affair for the next three miles, with one particularly steep kicker that can easily catch one off guard. The road surface is a bit chewed up in places so the downhill sections require some restraint. Soon enough, at the other end of Horseshoe Bend, we reach Route 12, which quickly delivers us to Frechtown. The Legion Hall on 6th St is the control. It is somewhat quiet here today, with just a few workers milling about. However, it will be buzzing with activity next weekend as riders from both the 120k and 200k share the control. Volunteers will have food and beverages at the ready. As for our small group today we just eat an energy bar, wash it down with some water and head back out for the return.

The store at Seargentsville

The sole surviving covered bridge in New Jersey

Shane at Frenchtown

Return to Princeton

Immediately, upon leaving the Legion Hall we feel the wind. It is a strong steady force with occasional gusts. The open sections of the return route, which there are many, will be difficult. We retrace to Route 12, leaving Frenchtown. We quickly turn off onto Ridge Road which begins the first climb. It starts out steep then tapers off to be fairly gentle. It's the strong cross wind that puts the hurting on me here. Judd and Shane are doing a bit better as they put a bit of a gap on me. We re-group before the turn onto Route 519, which also has a bit of a climb. I manage to stay with them this time, although it's clear to me they are both stronger climbers. They are probably holding back a bit to give me a break. Soon after we turn off onto Oak Grove Road, which we will follow for the better part of eight miles. The wind is quite bothersome, but there are sections that have some protection. None the less it is a long grind. We take turns at the front which helps. The road ends with a short somewhat steep climb up to Route 619 which features a big long drop into Flemington. The wind takes some of the fun out of the descent, hampering our speed a bit, but the view of the valley to the left is breath taking. We turn away from the downtown Flemington area crossing Route 31. We parallel the river to the crossing of Route 202 and climb up Dory Dilts Road to Old York Road in Three Bridges. The climbing is fairly mild in this section with our only real adversary being the ever increasing wind. We also feel a few raindrops and a mild sprinkle every now and then. It's certain that heavier rain will be coming sometime soon. Hopefully, we can cover the remaining 20 miles before it does. The next challenge to present itself is Manners Road which we ride from Route 514 to its end at Wertsville Road. There are four good sized rollers on it. The road is also quite exposed, so the crosswind is a factor as well. It goes a little better than I thought it would with Jud and Shane just slightly ahead at the Wertsville Road turn. We then quickly turn right onto Lindbergh Road, which will be the final big climb of the day, but, arguably the toughest. Jud stops at the Country Store just before the hill to eat an energy bar. Shane and I continue gently up the hill knowing that he will likely catch us before the top. Just as the hill starts to get serious Jud appears. He passes by and continues his pace to the top. Shane picks it up a bit and I lag behind, content to grind my way up. We re-group at the turn to Long Hill Road. From here it is a flat to downhill run across the Ridge to the gentle descent on Hollow Road. The wind is not a factor up here as the roads are surrounded by dense woods. The long, but bumpy, descent on Hollow Road delivers us to Route 518, which we take east for about four miles. We make the turn which puts us nose into the wind. I'm now in my element. I don't climb particularly well, but I can pull steadily, into the wind, for long distances. I take the front and stay there for the full run to the US 206 crossing. Strangely, it feels good. After crossing the highway we enter the small town of Rocky Hill, just a few turns and two small hills to the finish. The final steep, but short hill brings us to Kingston and the turn towards the Shopping Village. We arrive before 1pm with a total time of 5 hours, 50 minutes for the 75 miles. We have just enough time to load up our bikes before the rain hits.

Riding in the wind

Not an everyday sight in New Jersey

Horses staying warm

The rain would continue throughout the night causing rivers to overflow their banks throughout the region. I was grateful we rode the 120k version, instead of the full 200k, as we would have been out in the worst of it. I had a great time on the ride. The route was both scenic and challenging. A great option for those who haven't the time, or may not yet have the legs prepared for a hilly 200k.

Princeton 200k (North West Loop)

The town of Milford on the Delaware River

In keeping with my commitment to ride organizer, Jud. Two days later I would ride the section of the 200k from the Frenchtown control and back. The control is used twice by the 200k riders. Once on the outbound to Asbury and again on the return to Princeton. I drove to the Legion Hall and set out from there on the bike to test the cue sheet and roads for the 51 mile loop. Details of the ride are below.

Ride to Asbury

Monday morning at 10am I depart the Frenchtown Legion Hall on my Salsa Caseroll. I'm riding solo on a beautiful sunny 55 degree morning. I enjoy a nice warm up on Route 619 which is a flat three mile stretch to Milford. I turn off onto bridge street into the small riverside town. It is eerily quiet as the bridge to the Pennsylvania side is closed for repair. After a couple of quick turns, accurately depicted on the cue sheet, I am on Route 627 riding parallel to the Delaware River. It is a euphoric experience as the spring weather has transformed the area with colors of green and yellow everywhere. The run along the river is about six miles, which begins as flat, then becomes mildly rolling. It is an enjoyable section only hampered by the knowledge that at the turn off will be the most challenging climb on the 200k, Adamic Hill Road. Riders departing the Frenchtown control have 10 miles to allow their food to settle in before hitting one of the steepest climbs in the area.

Waterfall by Delaware River on Route 627

I haven't climbed Adamic since this same time last year, so in a perverse way I've been looking forward to it. I make the turn on Mt Joy Road with Adamic less than a mile away. The cue sheet correctly warns the rider with the words (steep climb) in the cue. The hill starts out gently at the bottom, lulling one into thinking it won't be that bad. But, after the first twist in the road things get pretty interesting. I pass by a home owner loading his pickup with wood. He notices me and informs me that it is a long hill. I respond in agreement. Perhaps, to offer a little encouragement he then says that I'm almost to the top. As much as I would have liked to believe it, I think that half way does not quite fit the definition. I thank him for the information just the same. After two steep switchbacks the grade lessens and the historic Vollendam Windmill comes into view.

A sign of things to come

Getting interesting

Climb to the top

The historic windmill at the top of the climb

The next several miles are on country lanes with some less serious climbing. The route then turns onto Route 519 with a small climb followed by a screaming fast descent on nice pavement. After which there is some rolling terrain for several miles as we enter Warren County near Bloomsbury. I make the turn onto Bloomsbury Road by the Muscenetcong River and enjoy the rolling terrain which will lead me to the control in Asbury.

Fun ahead!

Training

Say, is that one of them new fangled steel frames?

I come across a guy riding a carbon Kestrel on this stretch. He looks over at my Salsa and asks me if I'm riding one of them steel bikes. I confirm that it is. He says he didn't think anyone rode them anymore. Obviously, not a member of a local randonneuring club. On the next good sized roller I give it maximum effort leaving the guy behind to contemplate the pros and cons of frame materials. After a total of about five miles of rolling terrain I arrive at the tiny town of Asbury and the quaint deli that is used as the control.

Asbury Deli and control

In the best of country tradition

Return to Frenchtown

After a short coffee break and the removal of my arm warmers I'm back on the road. The temperature is now in the mid-sixties with mild winds. Just after the Asbury control there is a two phased climb that I've always found challenging. Mostly, because I always feel pretty stiff after a control. Hitting a good sized climb right away doesn't help. Today I've only ridden 30 miles to get here (it will be 60 for the 200k riders) and I only took a short break at the deli. I feel good on both hills. I fly down the back side of the second hill remembering to get on the brakes in time for the turn off before the bottom. Safely on Good Springs Road I notice the clouds moving in. It's plenty warm and no rain has fallen so I just enjoy the beautiful views, taking photos while rolling through the countryside. For the next ten miles of countryside there is minimal climbing, mostly just some rollers with an occasional small kicker thrown in. I come across a river crossing where I stop to photo the surroundings. After which I hit a small but steep climb. There is a succession of turns which leads me to Route 627 which is a pleasant rolling four miles to the Riegelsville Road turn. This leads one back past Mt Joy Road retracing the route along the Delaware back to Milford. The rolling hills are a bit easier in this direction, which is down river. The rock cliff is on my left. In places water is flowing from the mountain top down the rock face of the cliff. It is a quick six miles to the town of Milford and Bridge Street. After an easy three mile run, retracing the same route as the morning, I am back at the Legion Hall in Frechtown. It took me a total of four hours and fifteen minutes, which included some stopping to take photos, and notes on the cue sheet. The total distance of this section is 52 miles. The weather conditions were ideal. It was by far my most enjoyable solo ride of the season.

A view from Good Springs Road

Farm

Silos

Bridge on Still Valley Road

Me, having more fun than should be allowed on a Monday

Epilogue

It is easy to see why the Princeton 200k is a classic event. The route delivers a hearty challenge with as nice a scenery as the state has to offer. This year the date has been moved a bit later into the month of April making a cold weather day much less likely. This is not one to miss out on. The 200k is the best pick if one has the time and the conditioning. If not the 120k is a great option. You wont find a ride in the region that will surpass the quality of this one. The control at Frechtown is fully supported and staffed with experienced randonneurs. The Asbury Deli is a pleasant country restaurant with a friendly staff and plenty of tables offering riders a comfortable spot to rest.

I'll be working the start and finish this year for the third time. I look forward to seeing both familiar and new faces alike.

I hope to see you. Boo-Ya!

Cranbury 200k - The season opens in New Jersey!

2011-04-07T09:29:00.000-07:00

Team Big Blue, Katie and Jon at the start

The Start

After one of the most trying winters in a decade the first New Jersey brevet of the 2011 season was about to begin. Over fifty riders sporting varying levels of cold weather gear are scattered about Village Park in Cranbury, NJ for the chilly 38 degree start. At the stroke of 7am ride organizer, Laurent, gives us the go sign and the large group makes its way out to the quiet streets of the town.

Big Red vs Big Blue

My friend Al and I are aboard the Burley Tandem we call Big Red. From the pilot's seat I have my sights on another tandem, just ahead, which we've nicknamed Big Blue. Our friends and fellow randonneurs, Katie and Jon, are set on maintaing an aggressive pace with a pre-planned finish goal of under 9 hours.  Although our target finish time is more conservative, we're hanging with them for awhile to see how it goes. For the moment it is requiring a serious effort. With the wind behind us the pace is very brisk.  We ride in their draft for a few miles until both our tandems blow past a turn at 25 mph.  We almost crash into Big Blue as Katie realizes the mistake and brakes to make a u-turn. I decide to keep with the pace, but stay off their back wheel.  The route has too many turns to establish a safe tandem pace line at high speed. With few hills in the way there is little to slow things down. We are consistently between 20-27 mph with a light tailwind assist.  As we climb a small roller my friend Paul, on a single bike, pulls alongside. Paul arrived at the start at the last minute. He was late by a minute or two getting underway. I'm impressed that he managed to make up that time in the first ten miles. The pace continues with us sometimes going past Big Blue, as circumstances allow, but mostly we are just a little back.  Within the last few miles to the Union Beach control they make it through a traffic light as it is changing. From our position about ten yards back we choose to stop.  Our arrival at the control, mile 30, is about a minute behind them. We come in with a large group. By the time we park the tandem there is a long line to get the brevet card validated.  Once we have that done we spend another minute adjusting layers of clothes as the air temperature has risen quite bit since the start.  Katie and Jon depart the control.

Mechanical #1

About two minutes later we leave the control together with Paul. No sooner do we make the turn from the parking lot when I notice my crankset has come loose sliding partially out of the bottom braket. The right side crank arm is rubbing.  We stop, Paul stopping with us on the side of the road. It takes about 15 minutes to put things right again. We are back underway with no hope of catching up to Big Blue. Not that there was anyway. They seem determined to stay on their pace. Unless something goes terribly wrong we will not likely see them on the course again. Just as well, as we can concentrate on meeting the time goal that works for us. We are not really in competition with anyone other than ourselves. While it was fun to mix it up with them for awhile it was never meant to be a race. At least not on our part.

With the crankset re-centered and turning smoothly we are headed to the beach. We cover about five miles before we actually work our way to the ocean.  The town of Keansburg marks our arrival at the shore line. We pass by the amusement park, which is locked up tight. I've always thought the place looked like something from a Stephen King novel. We breifly ride by the ocean before turning towards the Atlantic Highlands and the long gentle climb up Mt. Mitchell. I find it a bit more difficult on the tandem than the times I've done it on my single bike. We do manage the top without incident and the view of the Manhatten skyline is impressive.  After descending the back side of the climb we cross the bridge into Rumson and work our way back to the Ocean. We parallel the beach for about ten miles to Asbury Park.  All the while a brisk wind blows from our right side while the ocean is on our left. This is unusual, and concerning, as the wind is coming from our primary direction of travel for the return to Cranbury. I'm silently wondering if we can still manage our goal. We quickly pass through the town of Asbury Park, which is quiet.  We then arrive at the Bradley Beach control (Hess Express) shortly thereafter. We make reasonably quick work of the control and are back on the road headed south along the shore line.

Mechanical # 2

We pass through the town of Belmar on Ocean Boulevard and continue south to Sea Girt. We then turn inland and into the wind. It's a bit of a grind, but it doesn't feel as bad as I had envisioned. While certainly we are moving at a slower pace it is not so slow that we have to abandon our time goal. I am optimistic that we can still make it. As we head up a small rolling hill Paul's saddle suddenly comes loose. The saddle bolts need tightening. This proves to be a difficult fix on the side of the road using the multi-tool. None the less, the saddle is succesfully retightened after about 15-20 minutes. We continue on to our next control in Jerseyville.  The wind relentlessly challenges us on the final miles to the control.  We maintain a slow, but steady pace through it with Paul remaining in our draft as much as possible. The miles are ticking off efficiently.  Our goal is still within reach. Surprinsingly we arrive at the Jerseyville Wawa control at the target time. We have allowed for an 18 minute stop. After fifteen minutes we head out for the final leg.

Grind to the Finish

The winds coming out of Jerseyville are the strongest of the day. The area consists of mostly farmers fields with nothing to block the full force of the gusts. After about fifteen miles we encounter some small hillocks which helps to break the monotony of the trek. Al has been keeping me up to date with time checks. At fourteen miles from the finish it looks like a good bet we will finish safely under the 10 hour mark. We are riding on familiar roads that are used by a number of popular routes in the area. The air temperature has reached the 70 degree mark. Despite the challenging head winds everything feels right to me. I am fully enjoying these last miles.  We quickly are at the US 130 crossing with Cranbury just across the highway. After a few turns we are in Village Park, at the finish, in a time of 9hrs 45min, within our goal.

Team Big Red at the Finish! photo by Mrs. Al

Epilouge

The first ride of the New Jersey brevet season brought with it a number of firsts. For Al and I it represented our first 200k completed on a tandem. Also, a PR for Al at the 200k distance. Katie and Jon would be the first riders to make it around the route setting a new course record of 8hrs 33min. For Paul it was his first time riding the route during daylight hours, as the ride was originally established with a night start.

With warmer weather moving into the region I am excited about the upcoming season. I've had an incredible off season logging more miles and RUSA kms than any other year. I hope to be able to ride my way into the RUSA K-Hounds club. The requirement for entry into this small group is 10,000 kilometers accumulated through brevets and permanents in a single year. To my knowledge a New Jersey resident has yet to hit the mark. Not that my goal is to be the first, as I would enjoy seeing other area randonneurs make it. The continuing growth of permanents and permanent populaires in the region should give everyone a fair chance.

See you on the roads

Central Florida 400k - On any Friday!

2011-03-23T14:50:00.000-07:00

The Bike Friday in rural Central Florida

The Lure

In keeping with the goal of a double SR this season I found the lure of the Florida brevets irresistible. A 400k in March is unthinkable in this region, but in Central Florida it is the norm. The ride organizer, Tim Bol, had promised a hilly route and warm weather. Like a steel ball to a magnet I was drawn to it.

The Logistics

Travel events can be on the complicated side. Even if one tries for simplicity it doesn't always work out that way.  I, on the other hand, wasn't striving for simplicity at all. I was intent on finding the most complicated means of transporting myself, a bicycle, and all the required gear to and from the ride. After exhaustive research my final plan to cover the 1,023 mile distance from home to the ride start was to involve some amount of cycling, on a borrowed Bike Friday Pocket Rocket.  Two trains and three busses. In addition, I would ship a package filled with gear. I would travel with only a small back pack and the Bike Friday.  Along with the bike's canvas travel bag. The bag when not being used to hold the bike would fit in the back pack along with the few other items I wanted with me. After the ride I would reverse the trip using all the same components. It was to be an exercise in logistics management (useful prep for PBP) and a personal commitment to the reduction of global warming.

The Trip South

The morning of departure was cold and rainy. I modified my plan to allow my wife to drop me at the NJ Transit station on her way to work. It was a bit of a cheat, but starting the trip wet and cold made little sense. I boarded the 8:45am train from Raritan with the Bike Friday securely in the travel bag. Upon arrival at Newark Penn Station I sought out the track number for the Amtrak Silver Star to Florida.  According to the website I was to be able to take a folding bike on the train with me.  The Amtrak folks told me, No! I had to check it. Fortunately, I had thought to pack the soft case with foam cushioning.  Although, I would have to find a place to store the foam at the train station in Orlando for use on the return trip as the bag would not pack down small enough with the foam in. A little over an hour later I was relaxing in my coach seat while hurtling along southbound. A mere 22 hours later we pulled into the Orlando Amtrak Terminal. After claiming the bike I found a quiet spot on the side of the station to remove it from the bag and set it up for riding. I also found a chain link fence surrounding some kind of electric generator where I could wedge in the foam padding. I thought there would be a good chance it would still be there on Monday when I returned. I then rode the bike the three miles to the Lynx Central Bus Station in downtown Orlando for the next leg of the trip.  Upon arrival at the bus terminal I boarded Lynx bus #17 to Apopka with the bike secured in the front mounted bike rack.  Forty-five minutes later I boarded Lynx bus # 44 to Zellwood once again racking the bike on the front. The bus arrived at Zellwood, one hour later.  My next connection was to be the Lake County Bus # 4. At this point the schedule wasn't working out so well. I would need to wait one and a half hours for the bus. It was only going to take me 9 of the 12 miles to the hotel. This didn't seem worth it.  I decided to just ride the 12 miles. It was a nice day with temperatures in the sixties. A strong wind was blowing from the south.  Of course that would be my direction of travel for the 12 mile ride. Not knowing the back roads I rode the shoulder of US 441 the entire way. It wasn't the most pleasant experience, but soon enough I arrived at the hotel. The trip had taken 30 hours door to door. I was pleased that things worked out as well as they did.

The Lynx Bus from Orlando

The Panic

Upon checking into the hotel I asked the desk clerk for my package which should have arrived by UPS earlier in the day. He was quite certain that no package had arrived. I immediately called to track it and was informed that the package would not make it there in time for the ride. They would ship it back to the point of origin and refund my shipping cost. Everything I needed for the ride was in that box.  Cycling clothes, gloves, jacket, reflective gear, lighting, Perpetuem, Gels, and water bottles. My initial panic changed to utter despair as I didn't see how I would be able to do the ride without at least some of the stuff.  On the elevator headed up to the room it dawned on me that if I could find a bike shop, close by, maybe I could buy enough gear to start the ride.  I called my daughter at home asking her do an internet search for bike shops. There was one listed 2.5 miles away from the hotel. I called them explaining my predicament and was told to come right over.  They would try to get me what I needed. I quicky ride over to Sun Cycles. Mark, and the other folks there, helped me find most of what I needed. Battery operated lights (front, rear and helmet), reflective gear, water bottle cages, water bottles, gloves, gels, chamois butter, etc. I left there over $200 lighter, but feeling much more optimistic. At least I could start the ride. Although, finishing might be another matter. I considered some of my gear to be sub standard for a 400k. The only shorts I had with me were good for rides up to about 50 miles. The gloves were not adequate much below 48 degrees, and, my only jacket was a very light rain jacket purchased on EBay for $25. Fortunately, I had a pair of leg warmers and two Icebreaker wool shirts with me. Also, a lightweight jersey. Which would be useful if the temperature went up during the day.

Back in the room I installed the lighting and water bottles on the bike. Also, laying out all the clothes I would wear for the anticipated 41degree start. I was nervous about it, but so tired from all the travel that all I wanted to do was sleep. I was in bed by 9pm for a 5am start.

The Ride

I'm out under the hotel canopy with twenty other riders just before 5am. The air temperature feels comfortable at 45 degrees, warmer than predicted.  I recognize a number of the participants from the two Florida brevets I did last month. At the start I fall into step with a good size group of a dozen riders. As we leave the Eustis area the temperature drops considerably into the upper 30's. We are passing by numerous lakes covered with fog. I have to remove my glasses as they are covered with mist. I'm feeling quite chilled, especially my fingers. We've yet to hit any hills, although they would be welcome now.  After enduring the cold for over an hour the sun begins to rise and the warm up starts. At about the same time we hit Thrill Hill which begins as a steep freezing cold descent, quickly followed by a steep climb. After about three hours the cold is no longer an issue. I'm riding with a group of about eight riders for the last 10 miles to the control at mile 56 which is a Circle K convenience store.   I recognize the volunteer, Dan, from the 300k last month. The group is making fast work of the control and they are quickly ready to depart. I need to purchase sunscreen from the store. My supply was in the box that never arrived. I let the group go without me for the sake of avoiding skin cancer.

A Florida hill looms ahead

There are a few riders milling about when I'm ready to leave, including Paul, a fixed gear rider, who I did all of a 300k with in Gainesville last month. No one seemed ready to leave. I was antsy to go so I left the control on my own thinking that I can follow a cue sheet as well as anybody. I should know that over-confidence is a dangerous thing. Ten miles out of the control I am hopelessly lost. I'm in a very rural area with minimal road markings. I have no idea where I've gone wrong. I never came across the turn I was looking for. I assume I need to back track, but am not sure. There appears to be cell service so I call home. My wife agrees to help me using Google Maps. It takes considerable time before she figures out where I am. I've managed to pass the turn by four miles. I back track and finally find it. I've lost over an hour between the bonus miles and the time spent on the phone. There is plenty of time to make the control as it is open until after 5pm. I encounter a few good sized climbs on the way. Buckhill Road and Sugarloaf Mountain Road are the most notable. Sugarloaf holds the distinction of being the highest peak in Florida. Climbing it involves 350 feet of gain in .75 miles. With the minimal gearing on the Friday it was a bit of a knee breaker, but I made the top without walking. At the summit I pass a couple, who are on the brevet. The control at the Ferndale Preserve is just a few relatively easy miles away. I arrive at the park where volunteers have a food table set up. There are two other riders there. Everyone else is down the road. While I'm eating a sandwich one rider heads out, followed shortly by the second rider. The couple I passed arrives. I'm anxious to get on the road. I am ahead of the cut-off by several hours. I want to minimize my night riding, as it likely will get cold again. I depart the control hoping to catch up to more riders. Hopefully, one with a GPS. The navigation error has shaken my confidence a bit.

The West Orange Trail. A cycling resource in Florida

Jim on the West Orange Trail near Winter Park

The next stop is at mile 164 in Tangerine. The route takes us back over some of the same hills we have just done on the opposite side. After a few miles I spot a rider up ahead. I catch up to him on an upgrade and see it was the guy who left the control before me. I notice the GPS on his bike and ask if he is familiar with the route. It turns out he is from the local area and has done the route many times. His name is Jim. I ask if he would mind some company. He readily agrees to ride together. After the hills are behind us we are directed onto the West Orange Trail which is a 22 mile paved bike path. The trail takes a few twists and turns. It is not always clearly marked, but is pleasant to ride and nicely maintained. Jim is very familiar with it and navigates us through with no trouble.  Upon leaving the bike path we work our way through 11 miles of rolling terrain to the control, a Citgo Station with a convenience market. I recognize it as one I passed by the day before while riding to the hotel.  We have about 90 miles to go, so I assume we will be doing some serious looping around.  Darkness falls while we are in the stop. There are two riders there, one departs soon after our arrival. The other lingers a bit and chats with us. His name is Doug, he is from Seattle.  He decides to join us when we leave.

Upon leaving the control in full darkness we head away from the direction of the finish. While I've not seen the route on a map it is clear we are backtracking. In 17 miles we re-climb Sugarloaf Mountain from the opposite side, which is a bit longer and somewhat less steep than the other way. There is a secret control on the top of the climb. The volunteer, Dan, I've seen at two earlier controls today. Apparantly, he signed on for the full tour of duty.   After leaving the control we get throughly chilled descending the steep side of the hill. It's becoming inceasingly more difficult to stay warm. We have 16 miles to the control at Mascotte. Jim informs us that Mascotte is typically the coldest spot on the route.  His prediction is dead on accurate as we become more uncomfortable with every mile.  In the last few miles to the control Doug and I pick up the pace as a matter of pure survival.  I'm surely under dressed for the conditions.  However, Doug surpasses me on that score as he is not even wearing leg warmers.  His bare legs are a painful sight. Jim, who is adequetely dressed, encourages us to go ahead.  He will meet us at the control.   Once inside the convenience store I'm soaking up the heat like a sponge. There are two other riders inside the store as well. Jim arrives a short time later. We take our time sitting on stacked up cases of soda while drinking hot beverages. The thought of going back outside is just too unpleasant to fathom at the moment.

After a long break we make our way back outside. We have 30 miles to the finish. Jim assures us that it will warm up as we get closer to Eustis. I hang onto that thought as we get underway. After a few miles we enter an industrial area. Jim is right once again as it is most decidedly warmer here. We pass one of the riders who left the control ahead of us.  He chooses to let us go rather than join us. The terrain is moderate to rolling at this point. The three of us stay together all helping with navigation. I'm pleased there have been no further problems on that front. A few miles later we pass another rider on a long gentle upgrade.   I invite him to join us. He tells me he is too tired to pick up the pace and will just limp in to the finish. I start recognizing some of the road names as we get close to the hotel. We work our way through a rapid series of turns at which point the hotel looms into view. We pull up to the entrance at just over 22hrs. The Bike Friday and the skimpy gear made it through the ride. The long trip was not in vain.

The Trip North

After spending Sunday lounging around the hotel recovering from the ride. I left, on the bike, at 8:30am Monday morning. The bus connections worked well this time. I caught all three busses with a maximum wait of only 20 minutes.  The foam padding I had hidden at the Amtrak station was waiting for me when I arrived. I packed up the bike, boarding the train about an hour later.  At 11:00am the next morning I was re-united with the bike at Newark Penn.  Throwing the foam padding away I unpacked it.  Then caught the NJ Transit train to Raritan. Upon arrival I rode the 10 miles from the station to home. I was as pleased with having completed the return trip using 100% public transportation, as I was finishing the 400k.

At the Orlando Terminal

Riding the NJ Transit

Epilouge

While switching the pedals and saddle of the Bike Friday back to the ones preferred by the owner I could only marvel at this piece of machinery. If I had been seeing this bike for the first time I would have sworn there was no way anyone could ride it a considerable distance. Now that I am familiar with its capabilities I would not hesitate to ride it any distance. I was told, by my friend Paul, that it is so nice to ride that one can simply forget they are on a folding bike. It's hard to imagine, but it is so true. The folks in Eugene, Oregon, who build this fine machine, take great pride in the versatility of their product. The motto of "Performance that Packs" is right on the money. I hope to own one of these one day. Also, I hope to be able to reduce my carbon footprint by utilizing more pubilc transit. As fuel prices continue to escalate I think I will be in good company.

Boo-ya!

Two Valley Loop 107k Permanent - March P-12 Ride (Tandem)

2011-03-16T08:21:00.000-07:00

Al stands by Big Red after setting the fastest time for the route.

Weather can be a big motivator. A good forecast at a time of year when we could potentially be knee deep in snow is not to be taken lightly.  After reviewing the on-line version of the Weather Channel I proposed to Al that we attempt the Two Valley Loop on the Burley tandem. The hilly 107 kilometer route would provide us with a much needed perspective on our progress. We would have steep kickers and long climbs to test our vertical capabilities. On the lighter side it was suggested we attempt to set the tandem course record. Which shouldn't be too difficult since we would be the first tandem team to ride it. All we would need to do is finish.

We set up to do the ride on the Saturday at 9:00am. In the back of my mind was the idea that we try to set the fastest time overall for the route. Of the ten rides recorded to date the fastest time was 5 hrs and 42 minutes set by three local riders the prior weekend. I took the time to mark our cue sheet with the time we would need to arrive at each control to stay ahead.  With the hilly profile of the route I considered it a lofty goal, but it was worth trying. I presented the idea to Al as a non do-or-die concept. If we fall short, so be it. No brooding about it.  We would just give it a fair shot and be happy we tried.

As predicted March 5th was indeed a nice day.  We had light tail winds all the way to the Califon control (33mi). Although, the hilly terrain from Stanton Mountain (18mi) onward took away much of the benefit. We arrived at the first control a few minutes ahead of the pace, but we took some time to make clothing adjustments. The day was warming fast and hills were looming ahead. Neither of us wanted to overheat.

We worked our way through the rolling terrain, and the big climb up to the Round Valley Resorvoir. Then descended to the boro of Lebanon.  After which came the several mile climb up Cokesbury Road. Arguably, the most difficult of the route. We fared well keeping a steady rhythm all the way up. After the back side of Cokesbury was descended we then took on the steep kickers of Cokesbury-Califon Road. We alternated between standing and seated to break things up a bit. For our first time on steep terrain it went quite well. We were in control of the bike the entire time.   After a final steep kicker up to Route 513 we arrived at the Califon control two minutes beyond the time needed to stay on pace.

We made quick work of the control stop and headed out to 513 East for the five mile leg to the info control at Long Valley. We kept a good steady pace despite some cross wind. The terrain was mostly flat and pleasant. Our arrival at the Cycle Craft bike store was ahead of pace by a few minutes. I then became cautiously optimistic of our chances at the record time. We quickly got back out on the route making the turn south on Route 517. This section is fairly tandem friendly, despite one long climb. The only problem is the wind had picked up considerably and we were into it for the next 13 miles to Whitehouse Station. We kept a steady, although somewhat slower, pace through the headwind to the big climb.  The stair steps of the climb seemed to last forever, but knowing it is the last upgrade of any consequence helped us to keep pushing. Shortly after came the big downhill. The strong wind gusts had minimal effect on the stability of the tandem. We had fun pushing our biggest gear down the two mile descent. Our arrival at Whitehouse Station had us five minutes ahead of the pace. We gave back that margin, and then some, by using rest rooms and refreshing water for the final 16 mile leg.

The last section consisted of rolling terrain and small hills. With one eye on my watch and the other on the odometer we concentrated our efforts.  I would put all I had into the pedals on the upgrades to keep from too much speed erosion. At the top of each rise I would feel Al kick in like a turbo-charger allowing me some recovery. This worked well, although it still wasn't clear we would make it. None the less we kept it up.  We worked as a team keeping the goal in sight and not giving up. Once we made the turn onto East Mountain Road with four miles to go it became clear we had a good chance. Both of us put everything we had into those last miles. Our arrival at the finish was in 5 hrs 38 minutes, which was the new fastest time by four minutes.

Epilouge:

Setting the course record for a Permanent Populairre doesn't really turn the cycling world upside down. In fact, there is no place such data is even posted. The information exists only in my filing drawer, where all the paperwork for my permanent routes are stored. It is only of importance to the players involved.  And, at that, of only minor significance as our sport is non-competitive. The three riders who's time we bested may not have even been trying for a fast time. They could have set up lounge chairs at every control and kicked back while enjoying a leisurely cup of tea before setting out for the next stop.  It is in this light that we set the challenge and accept the result as no more than pure fun. A motivator to help us do the best that we can.  Not a comparison to the abilities of others. It's my hope that when someone comes along to ride the route faster than we did they derive as much pleasure out of it as us.

Boo-Ya!

Nockamixon 200k Permanent - R-12 Ride (Fixie)

2011-03-05T15:03:00.000-08:00

The Jamis Sputnik by frozen Lake Nockamixon

As the ground hog predicted March opened with some milder days. The timing seemed appropriate to knock off the monthly 200k. My friend and frequent R-12 riding companion, Al, would join me for a 7am start from Princeton Junction.   I had decided to attempt the ride on my fixed gear, after making it through a hilly 100k a few days prior. Still, I was having a few doubts about this ride. The Nockamixon route offers some robust climbing. Having completed the course a number of times, all with gears, I figured on there being a strong chance I would need to walk up a few steep pitches.

We depart Princeton Junction at 7am with the air temperature in the low thirties and a 12 mph wind.  The wind, which is ever present this time of year, would fight us for the first 57 miles to Richlaytown Pa. Although, mostly on my mind is the first major climb in Pennington, Poor Farm Road. Prior to arriving there we would skirt through the trafficky boro of Princeton by the university. Given we were undertaking the ride on a weekday the place was bustling with vehicles of all types. After just a few miles we find ourselves in much more rural surroundings. The sun is doing its thing, warming the air, but the wind chill is still keeping us cold. We make the turn onto the lower section of the Poor Farm climb.  The road features two hills.  The first is sort of a nice warm up which I manage quite nicely. After a short fast descent we hit phase two of the climb.  This section pitches up wildly as it intersects with Harbourtown-Woodsville Road. I need to use both upper and lower body strength just to keep the pedals turning at a cadence slow enough to be computed with an hour glass. To my surprise I stay upright to the top.  Al passes by me on the fast descent as I max out my spin at 32 mph.  I manage with somewhat less effort the two other more gradual climbs, Valley Road and Goat Hill Road. The two consecutive inclines link together for three miles of steady ascent before dropping down to the control at Lambertville.

After a short coffee break at the Lambertville Trading Company we are on the bikes for a couple of hundred yards before walking them over the footpath section of the bridge into New Hope, PA.  The terrain for the next five miles is rolling with some flat sections.  But, after that there is a hill on Street Road which is forever burned into my memory. I fell over on it two years ago trying to get up on the original Mellow Yellow (recumbent). One doesn't easily forget things like that, despite the fact that I later achieved the top without incident on that same machine. I'm hoping I won't need two attempts this time.

Once we arrive at the bottom I warn Al that it's best not to be too close to me as my track record on this climb isn't so good. The switchbacks loom up ahead where the pitch steepens. Again, it requires my full effort to make it.  I rue the fact that I haven't been doing much to strengthen my upper body this year. Stronger arms would be useful at this point.  Once I'm on level ground I start going through the route in my head mentally preparing for the next tough climb. I clearly recall Elephant Road which is just prior to the rides namesake, Lake Nockamixon. There are a few hearty rollers in between, but those don't concern me.   Elephant road requires somewhat less effort after which we drop to the frozen lake. Seeing the icy surface makes me feel cold despite the ever increasing temperature.   We stop for a photo and head out to quickly encounter the longish climb up Dublin Pike. Which, fortunately, is not quite as steep as the others. After a few more small kickers we are on the flat section to the control. Our only adversary is the relentless wind which is at about 14mph. We slowly make our way to the stop at the 7-11 store in Richlaytown. As soon as I dismount my bike I feel pain in my left hamstring. At only 57 miles it's a bit concerning. My low back hurts also, but less so.

Feeling cold by the iced up lake

After a fairly lengthly control break we get on the road headed once again to the Delaware River, where we will cross back into New Jersey at the more northerly location of Frenchtown.  There are twelve miles of scenic flat to rolling roads before we come to the climb I've been dreading. Center Hill Road. Which is a two mile grade to the top of the ridge. There is a steep pitch just a little before the peak. While standing for the climb I discover that adjusting my technique to minimize pulling up on the left side reduces the strain on my hamstring. It makes the pedaling rhythm a little awkward, but the muscle remains dormant during the push down phase.  Climbing in this fashion is a little slower.  At which point Al goes past me in his granny gear spinning smoothly. As the grade lessens he attempts a shift up that doesn't take. He slows quickly and I grind my way back to the front. When we regroup he says he wanted to beat me to top. If not for the errant shift he surely would have.

At this point we are following a revision in the route that has not yet been tested. I'd agreed to test it out for the route owner, who is a friend. Unfortunately, the road we were to descend to the river on is barricaded. We have to back track to find another way down. Jugtown Hill Road which we passed about a mile back is our next best option. We fly down it to River Road and continue to the bridge. As we are walking across the footpath Al mentions we have over an hour in hand. I reason that the lack of headwind allowed us to gain back some time as we were not ahead when we left the Richlaytown control. Upon arriving at the Citgo, in Frenchtown, I'm getting the card signed when it appears that Al was mistaken.  The time on the brevet card shows us late to the control. Since I've never had this happen before I'm at a bit of a loss as to what to do. I have the lady sign the card with the current, albeit late, time filled in.  I can think of nothing else to do but continue the route. Al seems to take it in stride as I tell him we better leave right away. We head off towards the next control in Ringoes, less than twenty miles away.

I'm a little glum as we start the climb up Horseshoe Bend Road. I've never had a DNF, or DNQ on a 200k before. My goal is to push us to the next control so we arrive on time.   Then later ask the route owner for a time allowance to compensate for the road closure prior to the last control. I feel kind of remiss for not paying closer attention to the control times, but, I normally never have to. With the exception of catastrophic circumstances I usually have time to spare. The three plus miles of Horseshoe Bend Road is an up and down affair, as I'm grinding up one of the hills it dawns on me. The control closing time on the brevet card did not match that of the cue sheet. The end time on the card was 15:07, the cue sheet 15:32. We arrived at 15:20! Due to bridge construction up river the control was moved several miles further south. The cue sheet reflected the correct closing time, the brevet card did not. We were legit! My mood brightened immediately. I pulled to the side to wait for Al who was further down the hill. I wanted to tell him the news. After conveying the new circumstances I suggest we try our best to pick up a little time on the upcoming flat section on Route 519.  When we make the turn we have a moderate wind in our favor (Why is it the strong wind fades when we head in that direction?). The terrain for the next six miles is mildly rolling. We average a good clip with my computer reading between 19-23 mph for much of the way. Soon after we arrive at Ringoes. We opt to use the ATM as proof of passage. In no more than five minutes we are out on the way to Kendall Park.

We do well on the first miles of this section, which is Wertsville Road. The terrain is rolling and Al appears willing to push himself here. We quickly arrive at the first of two major climbs on this leg. Lindbergh Road gets us to the top of the Sourland Mountain Ridge. It's a hill we are both familiar with so it goes fairly well. The next nine miles are either slightly downhill, or flat. We average a good pace along this piece, but need to make one unscheduled stop to put on night gear. We choose a fire house parking lot for this task. The temperature is quickly dropping so we add a layer as well.  Back on the road we continue briskly until we hit Georgetown Road, the final serious climb of the day. We work our way up efficiently, then arrive at the control shortly thereafter. Another ATM is used and we are quickly en-route to the finish.

Eleven miles remain to the Shopping Center in Princeton Junction. They are not particularly difficult miles at that. We are comfortable with our current time cushion of about forty minutes. We roll the last section at a comfortable, safe pace for night riding. At this hour traffic is light, the night air is clear and cold. Once again, I'm enjoying myself. I reflect back on the day and I remember all of it as fun. The mind quickly forgets pain and stress in the light of accomplishment. We arrive at the Southfield Shopping Center in Princeton Junction with an overall time of 12hrs 42minutes.

This ride completes my second consecutive R-12.   As well as my first, and possibly last, hilly fixed gear 200k. All reasons to celebrate with some good food.

Epilogue:

Fixed gear riding is perhaps my favorite style of cycling. The simplicity of the machine and the direct connection of legs to continuously moving pedals is a joy. It's no wonder there are some that get so caught up in it they permanently forgo the use of gears.  Of course, these folks are solidly in the minority.  Especially, when it comes to the distance riding arena. As enjoyable as it is to ride fixed, it is a distinct disadvantage when covering lots of miles over varying terrain. A bike equipped with a modern derailleur, and a selection of gears, is considerably more suitable to the task.  While the fixie can get the job done it is at much greater physical cost to the rider.  My normal recovery for a hilly 200k is to spend the next day riding an easy 20-25 miles.  Now at three full days I'm still not right.  I plan to be out on my fixie again soon.  However, I will think hard before taking on another hilly brevet with it. To the rugged riders who undertake those challenges on a regular basis. Chapeau!

Peace!

A Great (Tandem) Adventure - 112k

2011-02-23T07:02:00.000-08:00

Al and Yours Truly near the finish of the Great Adventure 112k

Anyone who's viewed my prior blog entries has heard of my friend Al. I've been riding regularly with him since January of 2006. Meeting up with Al was by pure chance. I had just picked up a new road bike with the intention of doing some long rides. Up until then my riding of late was mostly commuting, riding to the gym, and running errands. I was using a 14 year old aluminum bike and I was always riding alone. I'm out on this new bike just a couple of miles from home when I see a rider coming the other way on a sharp looking Giant. We both wave as we pass by. Given that I didn't really have any particular place to go I think maybe I should turn around and see if I can catch up to him. I execute a quick U-Turn and amp up the speed. In about a mile I pull alongside. We start a conversation and I learn he has just picked up his bike recently. We had similar agendas for the day and decided to ride together for awhile. We toured through the Sourland Mountains and much of the surrounding area. Before going our separate ways we exchanged numbers. That would be the beginning of thousands of road miles shared with Al over the past five years. At first he was reluctant to do the longer rides keeping to 50 - 75 miles as an upper limit. After a time he joined me on a century. Eventually, he would move up to 200k's. In 2010 he earned an R-12. Some of the rides he completed were the hilliest routes in the region. And, some were done in extreme cold, others in extreme heat. He's a complete rider and regularly participates in road racing and time trialing in addition to his randonneuring pursuits.

Recently, Al and I were riding a 200k permanent with a group of local rando's. Two of the bikes on the ride were tandems. While watching the tandem riders efficiently work their way around the route I mentioned to Al that maybe we should be riding one of those. I'm not sure I was even serious when I said it, but somehow we both kind of got interested in the idea. Two weeks later we were at a tandem store in southern New Jersey taking test rides. We came back that day with a bright red Burly tandem. After a few rides of distances up to 40 miles we became more acclimated to this new style of riding. We were comfortable trying something a bit longer so we decided to ride the Great Adventure 112k Permanent.

We started out at 10am the Friday of President's weekend. Katie would join us on the ride with her single bike. The day turned out to be one of the warmest of the year with a high temperature close to 70 degrees. We managed to make it to Jackson and back with time to spare. It was only the second time the route had been ridden since being approved as a permanent. We were 10 minutes faster than the first time. Although, we would both have some aches and pains to show for it. I always find that any new bike requires some getting used to. However, the tandem seems more challenging than most. Despite that there were times we were flying along the flat route. At one point Al and I stopped at a bike shop while Katie continued to ride. After stopping for twenty minutes we managed to catch back up to her in about ten miles. We were managing over 30 mph on flat road some of the time. Not unlike my prior recumbent experience the tandem has its strong points. On flats, down hills and light rolling terrain it is a lion. But, rather timid on steep up hills We are quickly discovering the nuances of the bike, having become more efficient at starting, stopping and standing in unison. For sure there is much potential for fun and accomplishment. As a first step we are planning on a tandem 200k brevet in April. With a goal of a sub 10hr finish time. Besides that there is no long term goal other than to enjoy the experience.

Katie cruising on the return from Jackson, NJ on the Great Adventure

The stoker's view

Epilogue:

I see tandem riding as an exercise in team work requiring communication, coordination and cooperation from both riders. Male tandem teams are somewhat rare. Mel, the owner of the shop where we purchased the bike told us most are sold to couples. I clearly remember the Lon Haldeman, Pete Pensyres US crossing record that was set over twenty years ago on a tandem. That record still stands today. It seems efficient to me that two guys who set out on the same long ride, intending to ride together, do so on the same bike.

Stay tuned!

Boo-Ya!

Riding in Florida - Part IV - Central Florida 300k - Melbourne

2011-02-22T05:31:00.000-08:00

One of the many Causeway bridges we would encounter

Saturday morning at 5:00am a group of over 30 riders, gathered under the Lexington Hotel canopy, await the go signal from Central Florida RBA, Tim Bol. It is 50 degrees, chilly by local standards, and there is a brisk wind from the north. No surprise that we would head mostly into the wind for the first 116 miles. The primary rule in scheduling a brevet is to try for a rainy day. When this is not possible a windy day is the second choice.

At the stroke of 5:00am we are off navigating our way to the causeway which leads us off the island. The causeway, which is considered a climb in these parts, serves to break up the group considerably. I'm riding with Katie, also from the New Jersey Randonneurs. We settle into a rhythm with me taking the front position through the wind. We are at or near the waters edge, which is void of wind block. We quickly pick up one rider, a local named David. Soon after a recumbent falls into step with us. The recumbent rider, Greg from South Florida, tells us he is not used to these cool temperatures. I continue to pull our small group through persistent headwinds to the first control, a Shell Station on State Route 50, forty miles north of the start.

David, a Florida resident, spent most of the ride with us

After a brief stop to refresh water and Perpetuem three of us depart together. Greg on the recumbent got out a few minutes ahead. I continue to take the lead and before long we are reeling Greg back in. He drops onto the back of the line. The difficulty factor is compounded by what is a gradual elevation gain. We are on very slight inclines for much of the first 75 miles. The combination of the gaining elevation into the wind makes the going a little slow. Rarely am I seeing my speed over 14 miles per hour. It's really starting to look like we are in for a long day. Katie is adhering to specific heart rate guidelines. Occasionally, she asks me to back off a bit so as not to exceed the target zone. Despite everything we are grinding out the miles and staying well ahead of the control closing times. We arrive with time to spare at the next control, a Kangaroo store on SR 46, at mile 76.
Back on the road in short order we continue our trek into the wind until mile 82. We then turn onto Florida Avenue which puts the wind on our left side. The cue sheet has us on this same road for the next 22 miles. The beauty of that is the road is wooded on both sides providing the first shelter from the wind we've had so far. Our speed picks up a bit and we come across another local rider named Bruce. He joins us explaining that he's not having much fun. He wants to drop out having already called for a ride. No one was available to pick him up so for lack of anything else to do he continued to pedal his bike. He is hoping he can catch a ride from the next control at mile 116. Finally, the 22 mile long road ends at US 1, where we are directed to turn left. Which is directly into the wind for 8 more miles. It's another grind for the rest of the way to the control. We finally arrive seeing an RUSA banner at a very pleasant looking park along the river. The volunteers have food set up for us. It's cool and windy, but mild enough to enjoy sitting on picnic tables while we refuel and chat. We take a bit of time at this control since we will be spending most of the remaining miles with the wind in our favor. When it's time to depart Bruce decides to continue. His mood has brightened considerably. He is optimistic about his chances for completing the ride.

Bruce, considered abandoning for a time, then soldiered on to the finish

Katie, David and Bruce in the Wild Life Preservation

David and Bruce, same location. I never did get a photo of Greg on the recumbent as he wasn't with us during favorable winds when I had the energy and desire to take pics.

Four of us depart together with Greg again having gotten out of the control ahead of us. The cue sheet directs us on a little loop around the town of New Smyrna before we head back to the south in the direction of the finish. Once pointed south we immediately feel the relief of the wind pushing us. The remaining miles should be considerably easier. We are on Route 1, going south this time, for a 10 mile stretch. Our speed is significantly higher than in the opposite direction. After some initial confusion as to where to turn off the highway we locate Kennedy Parkway entering the wild life preservation. The area is quite open and the wind is still our friend. Quicker than I could have imagined we are out of the preservation and negotiating suburban roads to Veteran's Memorial Park, where our penultimate control awaits, at mile 156. Upon arrival we are once again offered food from the volunteer, whom we saw at an earlier control as well. We refresh ourselves and ready our night riding gear. We will be finishing under darkness.

Katie at the control prior to the finsh. Poised and ready to set her best time at 300k

The four of us leave together for the final 37 miles to the finish.  Greg on the recumbent was still in front having made it in and out of the control before we arrived.   I take the lead and start by inching the pace up a bit higher than what we've been averaging.  Katie has an excellent shot at a PR for the 300k distance. I'm hoping to help by keeping us moving briskly right to the finish. We work our way to US 1 continuing south for an 11 mile stretch. This passes quickly and are directed to cross over a bridge span. David and Bruce fall back on the overpass. We pedal easy waiting for them to catch up, but it doesn't happen. I suggest to Katie that we simply continue without them. With only17 miles left they should be able to make it in on their own. She reluctantly agrees. I quickly up the pace with Katie hanging right on my rear wheel.  With full darkness on us it feels like we are flying. I'm busy scanning the road for obstacles, as there are a lot of tree branches lying around due to the breezy day. Katie spots it before me, pointing out the blinking tail light far ahead in the distance. It has to be Greg on the recumbent. Anyone who knows me is aware that nothing motivates me like a good chase. A chance to catch someone in the final few miles before the finish rates far above a good chase.  It is a primo, numero uno, gift from the heavens.  I'm determined to catch up to that tail light. I jack up our speed a bit hoping that Katie has decided to ignore her heart rate guidelines for these last miles. It takes a little while before I can say with any certainty that we are gaining ground. After a bit longer we are close enough to determine that it is the bent. When we finally pull alongside I see it is indeed Greg piloting the Bachetta. As we pull past I can hear him shift up a cog to tag on the back. Unfortunately, it doesn't work out. Bents don't sprint very well. I see his headlight falling away. We keep the pace for the last few miles and we are in. Katie can indeed celebrate a new PR.

Upon surrendering our brevet cards to Tim, the RBA, he tells us our time is 14 hours 32 minutes. I realized that I'd done the math wrong in my head and Katie's PR is actually an hour faster than we thought.  Shattering her prior best time by hours. She is pretty ecstatic with the result.

Soon after Greg arrives on the recumbent. And some time later David and Bruce find there way in. David has finished his first 300k. As for Bruce he is quite pleased to have finished at all since he had mentally thrown in the towel over eighty miles back.

Epilogue:

With the conclusion of this ride so ends my Florida adventure. The riding here has been great. While the weather was spotty with a fair amount rain and wind it was far better than what was going on in New Jersey. The brevet and permanent routes were scenic, interesting and challenging in ways that are unique to the region. And, perhaps most importantly the local riders, RBA's and route owners were friendly and helpful in every instance.  I'm pleased to report that Randonneuring is alive and well in Florida.

I will pack up and head home in the morning. I'm looking forward to some much needed rest. In reviewing the trip I logged a total of 638 miles in less than two weeks. Of that 900km were added to my RUSA total. This represents a dramatic increase over this time last year. I set my annual RUSA kilometer goal to 10,000k for 2011. I have a good leg up on it with over 1300k in the bank before our season even begins back home.

While I get some enjoyment from the mile/km counting the real upside is I got to spend a good amount of time sharing the road with friends from home, and new found friends far from home. What can be better than that.

Boo Ya!