Bikerdude's World

Lumberton, not Slumberton

2012-02-19T21:32:00.007-05:00

There are some things in life you just can’t explain to others. There is just no way to tell, emote or otherwise convey the meaning of what you do, are doing or planning to do. Herein lays the dilemma of the Randonneur. Consider, on it’s face, the proposition of pedaling 378 miles inside of 40 hours, in wind up to 40mph in wind chills down to single digits. You may ask:

What crime did you commit?
Are you at war and part of some covert paramilitary non-motorized brigade?
Do you know they have cars for that?

The list of questions go on and on. I’m sure many of those reading have heard these and many more. Still, like moths to a flame, those of us afflicted with this psychological condition (moronus cyclistus) flock together to self inflict ourselves with our respective 13.5, 20, 27 and 40 hour beatings. We get it though, we look at each other, recount stories of countless adventures, show a few nervous ticks and revel in the glory of the day’s event ahead.

The Lumberton 600k hosted by the Bicycle for Life non-profit of North Carolina is a unique event in the country. Unlike the events hosted in Ohio dedicated to one distance, Tony Goodnight puts on a 200/300/400/600 events together. It makes for a larger group at the start and an opportunity to choose your distance based on your own personal level of preparedness. The routes in Lumberton also offer flat terrain but at a price, wind.

Typically this is the time in which you might read about a merry band of cyclist departing from a hotel, on a quest for whatever distance, against insurmountable weather/terrain/emotional adversity/hooping cough/hangnail etc. In this case, the American Randonneur Award was presented to local celebrity Mike Dayton for his numerous contributions to RUSA community. It was a great honor to hear about his contributions and also, to ride along with him on the 600k. After spending the time on the ride with Mike, it’s clear why he has been recognized. His can do attitude with a touch of sarcasm, his long pulls on the front and general congeniality make for great companion on these adventures.

Adventure is what could best describe the odyssey that began 7am the next morning. For those that journeyed from Ohio for the second time in 3 weeks to the Carolina’s, this trip seemed to indicate that North and South Carolina actually exist somewhere between Alberta,Canada and Juno,Alaska. Indeed, Tony Goodnight helpfully noted at the sleep control that Fairbanks Alaska had a higher morning temperature than Sunset Beach’s 24 degrees. I politely pointed out that we were not in Fairbanks thinking to myself “ Did I travel 400+ miles south?”. Hilarity ensued when we looked out at the flags waving straight out in the 20+ mph sustained winds…..in the opposite direction we want them……more on that later.

Pedaling a 600 is no trivial task. For me this is the 3rd attempt at this distance. Everyone has their challenges, unique circumstances behind when they DNF. For everyone, this challenge represents something. Some may undertake this distance to simply qualify for another SR, some may do it as part of an R-12. For me, this challenge started 11 years ago with my first 200k. As a type 1 diabetic, I was advised not to try even a 200k. That was back in 2000 and before the pioneer work of Phil Sutherland and Joe Eldridge on Team Type1. For those unfamiliar, Team Type 1 rosters several type 1 diabetics and won their inaugural run at Race Across America. They are truly an inspiration for anyone with Type 1. Pulling out of the parking lot meant that I was not coming back until 600k was completed, period. (is putting a period after that last sentence redundant?)

It became clear early on in this ride that flat terrain was not going to be an issue. The tailwinds and light crosswinds at the onset provided for a quick start. By mile 35, the 600k field had largely solidified into a group of 9 and a group of 4. Our group consisted of a group of time tested, multi 600/PBP/1200k riders: Mark Thomas, Ian Hand, Tim Lucas, Mike Dayton, Bob Rich, Joel L , Jimmy Williams, John Ende. Our pace was phenomenal, easily beating my best 200 time. The good times rolled as we stopped at Andy’s for a burger and fries. This, as we painfully found out, would change.

We all knew a storm was a commin. The forecast had wind warnings predicted for both Saturday and Sunday. Despite claims of invincibility of some in our pace line and alleged EPO usage, we were not pro tour athletes. As we rolled into the control just past the 200k mark, the wind picked up, accompanied by some liquid sunshine.

As we ate, we contemplated the sustained 20 mph winds, dropping temps, 40 mph gusts and all ordered foot longs at subway. The added calories would be needed as over the next 80+ miles we would battle into the wind. On the way out, we were able to sustain 20 mph+ speeds, we where now reduced to cranking around 14.

Our battle had just begun when at a turn, Joel and Mark crossed wheels sending Mark to the ground. Thankfully, the rapid deceleration syndrome Mark experienced only caused a bit of road rash. However his front wheel was not so lucky. The wheel folded over, unrepairable. A call to Tony put him over an hour away. With the conditions predicted, we decided that strength was in numbers and elected to stay with Mark at the Pork Outlet…..yes….it’s a North Carolina thing.

We were able to get Mark going again and make some time after losing about 1.5 hours. Daylight was receding now and the winds were picking up. At one point, close to 1:30am, the paceline was shattered by a 50 mph gust of wind making for a wind chill temperature in the single digits. I looked at Mark Thomas’s knickers and exposed skin and was convinced he had sustained a head injury in his earlier crash.

Salvation came 3 miles from the 300k control in the form of a still open Mexican restaurant. They were supposed to have closed about a half hour earlier but agreed, in a shrewd business move, to feed 9 hungry cyclist. It was the break from the wind, the calories that we needed and the warmth we had to have to keep going. After a quick meal, we went on to the control right before it closed, then continued into the night.

The evening continued to get colder and the winds remained high. Despite these conditions, county line sprints remained the norm…..even if the winner was doing only 16. By the time the 400k control had come around, most of us had been chilled to the bone. Mark, Mike and a few others opted to peel off at mile 253 for their room in the Comfort In. Joel, Tim and I continued to mile 270 for the sleep control at Sunset Beach. It was 5:30am, still time for a couple of hours.

The restorative powers of a couple hours sleep, a few calories and a change of clothes can work wonders. The much promised but never delivered sun of yesterday’s forecast was now abundant, along with the wind. A constant 20 mph gust blew right in our faces as we clawed the 108 miles back toward Lumberton. Ian, Tim, Larry and I started out together but quickly separated as folks broke into their own paces. Ian, Tim and I regrouped about 20 miles in and stayed together for the duration.

The last 8 miles, the entire group reformed, finishing in Lumberton together. Larry and Alex had already finished an hour and half or so before and greeted us warmly with Tony and many of the other randos. In that moment of surrealistic joy, I had realized what we all accomplished. It was an epic ride, that made new friends and brought yet another chapter of adventure to our collective memories. Many thanks to the hospitality of the NC Randos and the encouragement of family, friends and loved ones. Without all of you, it would not have been possible.

Pee Dee Sandhills 200k

2012-01-17T14:09:00.008-05:00

The famous James Talyor song goes “I’ve gone to Carolina in my mind”. Going someplace in someone’s mind is not that unusual, in fact, when randonneuring, it’s expected. However, winter in Ohio requires at least a moment, a weekend were your mind and body can go places together. This is the idea, the sanity check that embodies The Cyclist Connection bike shop’s yearly bike trip south.

In years past, our group has gone to Gainesville Florida for the January 200k. It had worked out to be the same weekend as the Martin Luther King holiday, an extra day off for many. This year, Jim Wilson’s event was moved up a weekend so as a group, we decided to try South Carolina’s Pee Dee Sandhills 200k Permanent out of Florence. Many in the group pointed out that the name contained “hills”, a harbinger of things to come. Those more experienced in the group noted the posted elevation gain of 2100 feet on the RUSA website and shrugged off the concerns as theater, fear, and excuses for too much egg nog over the holidays.

Excuses or not, our group traveled the 9.5 hours south to the comfortable site of Palm trees, no snow and leaving the winter weather advisories just posted in Ohio behind. We collectively thought of warmth, sunshine, perhaps even the delicacy known as shrimp and grits. Weather forecasts pointed toward cooler temperatures than the 70 degrees seen early in the week around those parts but hope remained high, if not unrealistically so. Our group, made up of seasoned Rando’s and first time 200k riders talked on the eve of the ride about strategies for a successful 200.

Our South Carolina hosts Tom Bardauskas and Scott Connelly referred to us collectively and affectionately as the Ohio Horde. Indeed, images of 17+ Buckeyes pillaging unsuspecting convenience stores and gas stations much like the Capital One Vikings must have been running through their heads. Our bark was far worse than our bite however. Our group plus about 6 locals was making for an impressive turnout for a mid January Permanent, especially starting at 28 degrees……not that we were bitter….

As Tom read off the ride announcements at the Pilot Truckstop, more than one of us thought about how we drove so far for what seemed like little temperature gain. Ohio has been having a mild winter thus far, having days not unlike the one we were about to experience in SC as recently as last weekend. The Columbus area was now in the single digits, and even Florida’s oranges where bundling up.

For those unfamiliar with this region of South Carolina, the Pee Dee Sandhills region is made up of pine trees, sandy soil, pine trees, lightly traveled roads and pine trees. The terrain is not the Rocky Mountains, but it’s also not the flat lowlands of Florida and western Ohio. It also contains pine trees if I failed to mention. The rolling hills of the Pee Dee Sandhills Park region are doable if not relentless in the stretches from the 1st to 3rd controls.

The Ride
The cold start combined with most of us coming out of a holiday season with light miles made for a slow start to the day. We kept together for the first few miles then separated out into a fast and slow group. The terrain up to the first control was as advertised, no real hills just cold. Tom lead us out the first 12 miles while Scott and others stayed with us for the duration. By the time the first control in Hartsville was in the books 25 miles in, we had one turn back, 4-5 more planning on taking the cut off and the rest soldering on to the next control 25 miles away. We spent a long time warming up and strategizing the next leg to Chesterfield. Wind, at this point, wasn’t too much a factor but that was about to change.

The second control at Chesterfield’s Grit’s and Grocery found folks still in good spirits but realizing that it was early in the year. No one came to South Carolina looking for a personal best time but for those who continued on, spirits were high to finish and finish strong. The small rollers had started at this point, in between the pine trees. Turning out of Chesterfield onto 22 miles of route 141, our luck with wind and hills ran out.

Leaving Chesterfield, we had a small downhill then a larger uphill. After that (in between more pine trees) we had more rolling down then up. The pattern continued that way for the next 20 miles, each roller nibbling at way at you. By the time our group reached the highest point in the region, legs were tired. On reaching McBee our group was spread over 5-6 miles. Tom had rejoined the faster group and egged us on with a county line sprint. It’s helpful to know were the county line is to do such sprints so I fault Tom….maybe I’m bitter because he won….I digress.

McBee found another couple of folks call it a day. 73 miles in our group was split into roughly even groups heading toward Society Hill. The name of the control town having “Hill” in it drew facial ticks and thoughts of perpetrating hate crimes on Tom in our group. Regardless, we looked at the pine trees and said “Let’s go”.

The waning hours of daylight found us only a few miles from the Pilot we had started from in the morning. The first part of our group would finish right at dusk with much of the slower group coming in only 15 or so minutes afterward. Jamie, determined to finish ended up DNF’ing due to a bad headlight only 10 miles out. Regardless, our team did us proud. Many in the group did more than 70 that day, 2 (David Staats and Doug Palmer) finished their first 200k’s. Still others did their first South Carolina 200k and most did their first long miles of the year.

Many thanks go out to Tom and Scott, who rolled out the red carpet to our group. Many thanks to Tom, for SAGing in some of our riders and providing support to our group. Last but not least, thanks to the folks all over South Carolina who showed us hospitality all day long.

Sunday 11/27 Ride Cancelled

2011-11-27T09:01:00.001-05:00

Well, the weather has done it again to us. 50's an rain all day means no ride. We will try again next week.

Bikerdude

11/22/2011 Spin Class - DISCO Revisited!

2011-11-21T19:50:00.001-05:00

Tuesday Spin Class is on again! Ok Folks, we are going to try DISCO night again since we had A/V troubles last time. We will be at Cyclist connection starting at 6:30.

Bell Bottoms Optional:

1)September/Earth Wind and Fire - Warm Up - Small/15

2)Disco Inferno/The Trammps - Resistance - Big/15

3)Play that funky music white boy/Wild Cherry - Recovery - Small/15

4)Jungle Boogie/Kool and the Gang - High Cadence - Big/23/19

5)What's Goin On/Marvin Gaye - Recovery - Small/15

6)Shake Your Grove Thing/Peaches & Herb - Hill Climb - Big/12

7)Still the One/Orleans - Recovery - Small/15

8)PYT/MJ - High Cadence - Big/23/19

9)Your a fine Girl/Looking Glass - Recovery - Small/15

10)Boogie Nights/Heat Wave - Resistance - Big/15

11)Tuss/ZZ Top - Rolling Pace Line - Big/15

12)The Hustle/Van McCoy - Small/15

9/27 Ride Cancelled

2011-09-27T15:00:00.001-05:00

Rain in moving in around 4 and more bands behind it. Looks like we are done for tonight. UNoffical rides start next week at 530

9/27 Ride Posted

2011-09-26T20:10:00.000-05:00

Final official Weeknight Ride:
http://www.mapmyride.com/routes/view/38271852

9/20 Ride Posted

2011-09-20T15:22:00.001-05:00

We start at 6 tonight:

http://www.mapmyride.com/routes/view/38271852

9/6 Ride posted

2011-09-06T08:02:00.001-05:00

Today's ride will be Shawnee Hills. Should be cooler, bring the arm warmers!

http://www.mapmyride.com/routes/view/36703260

8/30 Ride posted

2011-08-28T20:27:00.002-05:00

This week will take us north again, this time through Ostrander and beyond. For A's and seasoned b's we have a nice 34 mile route. For a shorter option, folks can do Ostrander and back.

Hope to see you there!

http://www.mapmyride.com/routes/view/48159226/?open_ive_done=1

8/23 Ride Posted

2011-08-23T07:43:00.002-05:00

We are heading North again towards Delaware county like last week. This time we will be turning west towards Marysville and working our way back via Unionville Center. Choices of 32,24 and 22 miles for folks.

Routes are as follows:
A's
http://www.mapmyride.com/routes/fullscreen/38268254/

B's
http://www.mapmyride.com/routes/fullscreen/38269990/

C's
http://www.mapmyride.com/routes/fullscreen/38271852/

8/16 Ride Posted

2011-08-15T20:49:00.001-05:00

Hey all,
Because of travel, I've slacked on posting ride updates. 8/16 we go to Ostrander. Check out the ride route here:

http://www.mapmyride.com/routes/view/42215730

See you there!

7/19 Ride Posted!

2011-07-19T12:53:00.001-05:00

Keep your eyes on the sky today and check in before the ride. If the weather holds we will ride to Ostrander:

Avery Park Ostrander

Find more Cycling Routes / Bike Rides in Dublin, OH

6/21 Ride Cancelled

2011-06-21T17:02:00.001-05:00

Several strong storms in area. Try again next week.

Dublin Avery Park Ride for Tuesday 6/21

2011-06-20T21:21:00.003-05:00

Hey Folks, we will be heading North again towards Delaware county like last week. This time we will be turning west towards Marysville and working our way back via Unionville Center. Choices of 32,24 and 22 miles for folks. Make sure ro bring plenty of water as it is expected to be in the 90s.

Routes are as follows:
A's
http://www.mapmyride.com/routes/fullscreen/38268254/

B's
http://www.mapmyride.com/routes/fullscreen/38269990/

C's
http://www.mapmyride.com/routes/fullscreen/38271852/

Routemap:

See you there!

Bikerdude

Dublin Avery Ride - Shawnee Hills

2011-06-15T07:00:00.001-05:00

We had over 20 show up to our second Avery Park ride this year! Good mix of A's and B's with a couple of C's thrown in. Next week Unionville North Loop. Come Join us if you are in NW Columbus!

Ride stats and route here:
http://connect.garmin.com/activity/92546786

Avery Park - Tuesday 6/14 Route

2011-06-11T16:21:00.002-05:00

We will be headining to Shawnee Hills this week with routes ranging from 24 to 31 miles. Hope to see you there!

Bikerdude

Tuesday 6/7 Dublin Avery Park Ride

2011-06-07T16:14:00.001-05:00

Looks like the weather gods are smiling on us. Most of the bad stuff passed south. We are on for the ride!

Dublin Avery Park Ride

2011-06-06T21:09:00.002-05:00

6:15 PM Class A,B,C
Based on routes by Steve Barbour, ride 20-45 miles from Northwest Columbus to Plain City, Delaware, Shawnee Hills and points in between. Maps Provided, routes change weekly. Check http://Bikerdudesworld.blogspot.com for updates and ride cancellations if weather is in question.
From 270, take 161/33 exit west to Avery Muirfield Road exit. Turn right (north) on Avery. Continue on Avery thorough roundabout and take left to remain on Avery. Park will be on left about 1 mile. Park at south Parking lot. For map check out http://local.yahoo.com/info-24441325-avery-park-dublin.
Roy Burnham (614)735-6420 roy@burnhamfamily.net

View this weeks ride maps at:
http://www.mapmyride.com/routes/view/34545050 26 miles (C Route)
http://www.mapmyride.com/routes/view/34543402 28 miles (B Route)
http://www.mapmyride.com/routes/view/34544568 34 miles (A Route)

Kentucky 200k - Your Generic Ride Report

2011-02-22T10:50:00.003-05:00

My search for the undiscovered Kentucky high prairie still continues…yes, I’m that stupid. Actually, I attribute most of my pain and suffering in this last ride to short term memory loss. I must be getting old or have blocked out the memories of 4 years ago because this one really woke up the old legs.

I know, you are thinking this is yet ANOTHER ride report with the same long drawn out tale following the template below:

Title: K Ride Report
Paragraph 1: We started out, it was (hot/cold/wet/dry) and we knew that it would be (tough/easy/formidable/inspirational). Given the (heat/cold/nagging injury/poor training) I or we decided to (hammer/take it easy/draft).

Paragraph 2: The ride was into it’s (5th/20th/40th) mile/K when (insert name of Heroin du jour) stepped up to the plate and took a monster (pull/climb/dump) that inspired us all. (Details of said persons accomplishments that belittle all who participated follow)

Alternate Paragraph 2: Things heated up when (name of troublemaker 1) laid down the gauntlet and challenged (name of troublemaker 2) changing the pace to (blisterning/stupid/challenging). Donna immediately replied “You guys are crazy!”

Paragraph 3: When all was said and done the ride was really (hard/fast/easy/emotionally toxic). We all came through it and are looking forward to the next (club ride/tour/brevet/ass beating).

I kid because I love….

The folks down in Louisville Bicycle Club really know how to host a brevet. Steve Rice rolled out the 200k from 3-4 years ago for this spring’s 200k. It features between 8000 and 10000 feet of climb depending on the liar you talked too. The only twist on this route from the last time it was run was the reintroduction of Oregon Road. Perhaps this was Johnny Betrand’s RBA legacy kicking us in the ass again but the 20% grade about 75 miles in was a wake up call. The crazed cat shooting out at the base of the climb forcing us to stop made getting up the climb that much more fun. I called granny, thank god she was home.

The participants of this brevet rode like the caricatures portrayed in cycling posts of yore: There was Super Ned, you see him at the beginning and the end. There was Donna, who you usually heard saying “$%^$^&!”. The there was Amanda…saying “My bike is sooooo heavy” while yours truly spoke of the land of milk and honey, the magical place of warm temps, ideal terrain, light winds……..has that really ever happened?

As whiney as us cyclist are about the weather, the day did not turn out too bad. Still, starting in the high 20’s and getting up to 63 did require some creative ways to dealing with excess clothing. One woman in the course, stopped at a post office on the route and mailed her clothes back home. Most folks in our group did what they usually do, put their crap in my bag. Parenthically speaking, I’m taking up a collection for a rack for Amanda’s bike…….

Regardless of the climbs, the rollers and it being early in the season, it really helped tune up folks for the 300k in two weeks and other events coming up in the spring calendar. If anything, you can appreciate the smoking laws in your home state, it seems you can smoke doing anything in Kentucky. We unfortunately got stuck in a smoking room in our hotel due to a Priceline mixup. Our room became affectionately called Chex Nicotine, I think we all had to wash our clothes as soon as we got home.

So my search for flatter land in Kentucky will continue for the 300k at the beginning of March. A bunch of us will head south again to add another 100k to the route we just did. Unfortunately, the cold weather is back along with the snow in Central Ohio so very little outside miles between now and then.

Stay Tuned!
The Bikerdude

The Twelve Months of Randonneuring

2011-02-16T19:53:00.001-05:00

A few years back, when RUSA began to offer the R-12 award, I thought to myself how wonderful it would be to be able to pull that off. It was early 2007 and I had just completed the Ultra Marathon Cycling Association Year Rounder (100 mile or greater ride each month). I figured it shouldn’t be that hard to tackle an additional 24 or so miles onto that each month. Really, how bad could it be?

On the surface, the incremental increase in mileage seems insignificant, trivial really. However, where the UMCA and RUSA differ is in the orthodoxy of the rules in each of their respective events. For example, you are allowed to “make up” up to 2 rides in a calendar year for a missed month ride. In RUSA’s R-12, you have to start over, no exceptions, no whining, no do-overs. I think it’s this simple fact that has caused me at least once, to restart an attempt at an R12. RUSA also requires you to participate in only sanctioned routes and events. In the UMCA world, if you document your mileage anywhere, you are good.

Despite the additional restrictions, I decided to go for it. Randonneuring has become such a part of my life for many reasons, not the least of which the friendships you forge and the fitness you build. Over the thousands of kilometers logged in these events, I’ve come away from each one with life long memories, most good, some bad but all with comradery and support of friends.

The Events

January - Inspiration
It has become a tradition amongst the Ohio Randonneuring crowd to go to Gainesville each January for a 200k. This event serves many purposes:
Break up the monotony of indoor winter training
Provide warmth and sun
Inspire an early start to the Randonneuring season
Prevent hate crimes being committed against trainers, rollers and Coach Troy Jacobson

The 2009 Gainesville trip was marked by torrential rain but mild temperatures. Although most of the locals complained constantly, rain and 70 degrees trumps snow and 20 any day. The event proved an inspiration for 3 of us to try for an R-12.

February - Oops
Most know that Tennessee is not a very flat state. Indeed any trip through the area will quickly lead you to believe that there is not one level portion in the entire state. Based on a 200k I had done out of Murphesboro the year before, I talked two of my friends Ross and Donn into doing what I thought was a 6000 ft of climb 200k.

Despite the noblest of intentions, an error in identifying the right brevet actually had us starting a brutal 200k with well over 8000 ft of climb. Temps at ride start where in the teens and as I would find out later, I was suffering from Giardia, a intestinal parasite I picked up from some bad drinking water. The dreaded DNF was the result.

March - Starting Over

The beauty of starting over in March was I was in my home state of Ohio. Granted, being at number 1 and not 3 was a bit depressing, I was none the less happy to be on the bike. I had lost over 22 lbs to illness and temps never got above the low 40’s. Still, the course was flat.

The biggest challenge of the day was the 40+ miles of 20mph headwinds. Our group went anaerobic doing 14 mph into the wind. Donna, Donn, Ross and I finished. 1 in the books, 3 for Ross and Donn

April - Flechetones
The beauty of the R-12 is that ANY distance over 200k counts toward your total. I had been part of 3 previous years fleches, completing 2 successfully. This years course, put together by Grif was a route starting and ending in Columbus taking us through northern Ohio.
The Easter season and spring in Ohio are as unpredictable as they come. 2010 was no exception. The mild dry temps gave way to wind driven rain. When all was said and done, nearly 400k was completed. Number 2, in the books.

May - Cup of Headwind
One of the great things about the R-12 is the ability to substitute a permanent for a Brevet on any given month. A permanent is an approved route where you get receipts from stores along the way to prove you where on route. The Cup-of-Joe permanent is a relatively flat ride taking you south then west of Columbus. The biggest challenge is the constant headwinds of western section.

May’s Cup of Joe was no exception, winds for 55 miles where relentless, keeping the group down to the mid to low teens at times. The upside of your efforts is the magic carpet ride tailwind once you turn back toward Columbus. Ross, Amanda, Donna and I took advantage of that and the moderate temps. Number 3 complete.

June - Some like it Hot
The biggest challenge in cycling for some are hills, or headwind, or even longer distances. For this Randonneur it’s heat. When the temps go above 85, bad things happen. Kentucky in June featured temps in the upper 90’s with heat indexes in the low 100’s. Hyponatremia, dehydration, heat exhaustion are all well acquainted friends of mine come summertime.

The Kentucky 200 was not the worst terrain in the state, but it wasn’t the easiest either. With controls and water stops placed roughly 20 miles apart, I consumed enough sports drink and water to put a camel to shame. Ross, my ever supportive companion kept us going. It wasn’t pretty, but it was number 4.

July - Down by the River
The Ohio River is a beautiful place. The natural boundary between Kentucky and Ohio provides a great backdrop for the Milford 205k permanent. The relatively flat course has a break in the middle as you ride a ferry to cross the Ohio river. Only one major climb really causes much trouble.

When the group of us started with temps in the 80’s as a photo was taken and later posted on the Ohio Rando’s website). Still, it was number 5.

August - Half way
August brought another relatively flat brevet, marked only by one steep climb. The temps where again a factor as we hit the low 90’s again. Ross, Amanda, Kayla, Frans and a few others put the time in the front of the paceline in the flats leading up to the climbs.

Electolytes became an issue for me however and by rides end I was cramping beyond pain. I spent the next few hours swilling sports drink and electrolyte tablets to regain some sort of balance. It was however, the halfway point, number 6.

September - One is the loneliest number
Having restarted the r-12 twice before and never making it this far, I was bound and determined to keep the dream alive in September. The day after the August 200k, Ross was involved in a car accident, breaking his wrist. This ended his string of events, the doctor requiring 6 weeks off the bike recovery.

With no scheduled events locally, no other riders available I went it alone on Cup of Joe. it’s a real test of will to do 200k on your own and this was no exception. The intense headwinds where back and there was nobdy to share the load with. Regardless, 10 hours later number 7 was complete.

October - Ludicrous Speed
Ross’s injury still left his wrist weak and questionable by the mid month event date of the fall Ohio brevet. The out and back route from Buckeye Lake to Coshocton and back features several climbs, including a long screamer of a hill into Coshocton.
Ross and I rode tandem this time, giving his wrist a break. The hills proved challenging but in a moment of shear bravery, we tested the limits of our speed, hitting 50.7 on one of the downhills. Number 8 felt great.

November - More Joe?
It quickly became clear that due to the Thanksgiving holiday, lack of events and peoples budgets that another Cup of Joe permanent was in order. The really bad Ohio weather had not quite hit Central Ohio and we where not going to wait for it.

The first weekend of the month had us riding the all too familiar route around Columbus. Winds remained in play as Toshi, Ross, Amanda, Donna and I completed the ride. Number 9 done.

December - Ho Ho Holy Sh……
Perhaps the biggest challenge of the R-12 is getting in the winter months. November proved fine with no snow to hamper our efforts. However, December, with the holidays and the start of what proved to be one of the harshest winters in years proved to be the biggest challenge.

Single digit temps and constant snow made all Ohio permanents impossible to try. With one last weekend left, we punted and found a group riding the George Dickel Distillery permanent the weekend before Christmas. With only 3 days notice, Jeff Samons let us ride with a half dozen others. Number 10 complete, pass the Dickel

January - Full Circle
Rewind a year back and all od remembered the rain. We had amassed an even larger group to travel south and escape the snow and ice. The problem was, Florida had it’s second coldest winter on record going.

The local Randonneuring crowd began to blame us for bringing the awful weather south. Still, with highs in the 50’s and sun, it beat just about everything else north of us. Number 11 complete.

February - Goal realized
If there was one thing I learned from this effort, it was to get your event in as early in the month as possible. Storms, injury, whatever can thwart you when you least expect it. When the first nice weekend of February came up, Milford was the ticket.

The route was known and the taste of victory was in site. On rolling into the UDF that marked the beginning and the end, the sweetness of completing this effort was realized. I had biked over 1608 miles in 4 different states to complete the requirements of the R-12. Donn, Donna, Ross, Amanda, Kayla and Frans, countless pulls and words of encouragement. The R-12 is not a personal acheivement as much as it was a shared one. Words do not express the gratitude and friendship.

Roy Burnham
RUSA 2080

Life Outside the Trainer

2011-01-30T20:09:00.002-05:00

Unless you live say, near the equator, this year’s winter season in North America has been rather extreme. In Florida, orange crops have been ruined or heavily damaged. In California, heavy rains in the south have made usually arid environs, mud slick areas. Ohio too, has not been spared. True, we have not had a relentless onslaught of 12-18 inch snow storms, but the 2-3 inch twice weekly reminders since November have been annoying enough…annoying to the point of inspiring hate crimes after the 22nd viewing of Spinervals, with Troy Jacobsen. BTW Troy, we don’t hate you……just everything your workouts represent in the winter.

Weather is a fickle thing in Ohio. It seems every region of the United States has its colloquialism to suggest that the weather changes often….without reason….to spite us. So when this past Saturday rolled around predicting temperatures merely above freezing, with clouds and no precipitation plans where made….a near ideal riding day was on us…well, for Ohio anyway.

The “ideal” day required full battle gear cycling style for winter riding, Balaclava, tights, base layer, jacket, gloves and booties over cleats/wool socks. It was a far cry from the light jacket and shorts needed in Florida just 2 weekends prior. Still, the dry roads called us…..all three of us, to ride….outside…as in not on a trainer…..as in like, going someplace. Crazytalk I tell you.

Donna, Ross and I departed Cyclist Connection in Canal Winchester in the stately warm up pace of 15. It seemed that the constriction of winter clothing only permitted speeds at this level, or maybe that was our unfamiliarity at steering and that natural defense mechanism that comes with the unknown. Regardless of our suppressed speeds, we pressed toward Baltimore.

The route we chose was purposely flat given I relative lack of conditioning. Despite Spinervals “The Uphill Climb” and “Hilliatious”, the fact remained that regardless of which video we put it, we were on the same trainer, the same bike doing the same thing (have I painted the picture vividly enough of how SICK we are of riding inside?).

Our route on the way out to Baltimore was flat, and as it turned out, with a 15mph tailwind. The consensus of the three of us was that we hadn’t lost anything. In fact, we were ready for the Tour de France…its hard to believe those wuses go so slow…..boy will we teach that Mark Wilson a lesson this year. All was good in the land of milk and honey.

The euphoria of our apparent super conditioning was dashed, when in a cruel twist of fate, we had to change direction. As we turned south, what was in store became apparent. Cross winds knocked our seemingly invincible level of conditioning down to somewhere between “training wheels” and “Recovering Donutholic”. The worst was yet to come though.

We turned from 158 just outside of Baltimore onto Leonard, due west headlong into the wind. The crushing onslaught of the grade and the wind left us wondering if brakes were rubbing or even if we had flat tires. Pride was abound as we cranked out an incredible 12 mph. We were washed up, has beens, clearly morning glories….heavy sigh (or is that panting?).

Despite battling the wind back to Canal it worked out to be a great ride. We did 29 actual outside miles and we weren’t dead, too cold or even discouraged. We are not sure when the weather will turn “good” again but I leave you with the words of Jimmy Buffet:

“Everywhere you go you always take the weather with you”

Florida 200k

2011-01-17T10:25:00.003-05:00

For some, the pilgrimage taken is along a religious route. For some still, the defining moments of metaphysical nirvana and synchronicity come via a different path. From hardship comes triumph, that is the overwhelming theme for this years trip to Florida.

The drive is grueling, some 14 hours via Rathburn/Burnham/Gridly/Williams airlines. We where transporting 13 of us to the familiar and markedly warmer confines of Northern Florida. Given the pace (warp 80), 3 bikes on the roof (including a tandem), and the fuel capacity of a moped, the Mazda 5 achieved the spectacular mpg achievement of a monster truck. On the other side of the coin, Donn’s Avalanche could have made it on one tank……at 400 gallon tank by estimation of Dustin who filled it once…..The trip down, done through the night actually acts as good Randonneur training, sleep deprivation being a cornerstone of the lunacy which are the 400/600/1000/1200k events….but I digress.

Our goals as a group where somewhat modest, complete a fairly flat 200k in the light, in the warmth of Florida…..without eating a gun on the way back to Ohio seeing the snow return to our lives. Our arrival however was chilling and indeed the locals must have scorned our early arrival, a whole 22 degrees. We drove 900+ miles for 22? What the Fu…..pardon, cycling induced tourets.

The fundamental difference of Florida though is sunshine. Standing in the IHOP parking lot in Lake City (our unofficial Florida Welcome Center), you stand brazen without a coat because, damit it’s Florida and it WILL get warmer. The collective smiles from the group would make you think “Did these folks all drink the Kool-Aide or what?” So much was to be happy for at that moment, the drive down virtually behind us, the expectation of a high of 60…..the fun rides this afternoon and the 200k tomorrow. All is good in the world.

We rolled into to the Quality/Comfort Motel about 10 am to the greeting of beautiful palm trees and comfortable quarters. The extrication of cycling apparatus and gear from the cars took next to nothing compared to what it seemed like to pack. Tired but triumphant, we where here. Time to ride!

It didn’t mater that most of us had about as much sleep as speed addict at a rock concert, no, we where riding, plain and simple. The group split into two, 1 doing a leisurely ride around Gainesville, the other doing a 30 mile warm up on the bike trail. Reports from the leisurely ride group where that things went fine. On the Bike trail group things went well with the exception of the tandem breaking it’s chain and ripping the rear derailleur off. We managed to fix things up, however shifting was not good the rest of the weekend. Also, tell tale sniffling came from the stoker….a harbinger of things to come.

Carboloading was the word for the group for dinner. We where sat at the “family” table at Carraba’s Italian Grill. For those unfamiliar with the “Family” table, it’s about as long as your driveway and seats about 600. Still, our group filled it pretty well. A dental fatality did occur with poor Ross necessitating a visit to an emergency dentist. As it turns out, Olive pits are hard on dental work. Things were looking up though as Ross came back with narcotics for everyone.

The Ride
The morning of the ride came quickly. Most had slept like the dead. Ride start temps where in the high thirties but temps rose quickly. By 8 am, we where already at 40, Ohio had not seen 40 in, well years. We started out together stong. Apparently though Donn had enough of this pussy-footing and in his rage to take control of the pack, ripped his shift lever off his bike. Donn was not to be defeated, his bike was rigged as a two speed and he completed the nearly 100 miles remaining with an average cadence in the 40’s. Hat’s off.

We split up into a couple of groups after Donn’s mechanical. Todd, Dustin, Ned and the Tandem of Roy and Amanda began a game of “Collect the Randonneurs” while the second group held steady building momentum. The tandem group began bridging up to groups TOSRV style, working together to maintain 20-23. Shortly before the first control, our group had about 25-30 riders in tow. The temps where now approaching 50 with bright sunshine. When the rest of the Ohio group arrived, we where bright with energy like the solar powered creatures that we are. Amanda was sniffling more, but with the brutality of a ruthless dictator, I made her spin on.

This years 200k had a longish first control at 49 miles. The flat terrain of the first half made this ok however as most of us eat on bike regularly. Still, the 49 mile stopping point was a nice relief. The second half of the ride would prove to be more hilly but nothing compared to the terrain of TN and KY (or Ohio for that matter). We rolled into the next section greeted with not only slight inclines, but increasing wind. By mile 70, cross and head winds broke the faster group apart (not to mention losing a timing chain). By mile 81, the tank was empty and I was in need of some calories other than gu packet number 14 on the day. Judging by the cat-puking-up-hairballs sound Amanda was making, the stoker could use a little R&R too. The turn at mile 81 had a convenience store that time forgot. It featured beer, ho-ho’s, fried food and ice cream. A pair of Cookie-whiches hit the spot and we where off to the second control.

We formed up as a group again at one of the 2600 local Kangaroo gas stations that served as the second control (there where also 2 secret controls, controls that are unannounced along the route to keep you honest). By this time in the day, the GPS was telling us it was 71. Let me say that again, 71. It was 71 in Ohio sometime back in the Nixon administration…..Bright sunshine convinced me that I should go in business with Larry Graham running one of these gas stations.

The last leg contained a secret control and the remains of Amanda’s lungs. By this time, Amanda had developed a temp and power output was down. We had both ridden a hard ride and it was showing late in the day. We caught up with Todd and Dustin at the secret control and stayed together to the ride finish. By the time we where rolling into town, every restaurant on the way in sounded good.

As it turned out, we finished with a personal best time of 9:23. Not bad considering we had a few mechanicals and Amanda was sick. We has a great time hammering out this 200k. The second group came in with a respectable time as well. Considering we had at least 3 who had not done a brevet before, not too shabby. Grow the sport I say.

We are all looking forward to the rest of the cycling calendar this year. In our group, several are working on R-12’s. Ross and Amanda are at 4, getting the toughest months done already. For me, this was number 11. Next month I plan to make number 12 in Kentucky. In March, the Ohio series will start and then there is always the Fleche.

Gainesville, a great way to start the year!

Ohio group for Florida 200k

2011-01-05T10:21:00.001-05:00

So here is the list of folks who are signed up or have an interest/intent to riding the Gainesville 200k:

Gainesville Group

Ric Noland
Roy Burnham
Ross Gridley
Donn Rathburn
Amanda Orr
Richard Roe
Bob Allen
Jamie Kreps
Dustin Keith
Hal DeSassure
Ned Williams
Larry Graham
Todd Lee
Frans Tan
John Spencer

Traveling Independent
David Roderick
David Miller
David Buzzee

The current plan is to meet at Cyclist Connection (200 Winchester Cemetery Rd Canal Winchester, OH 43110-1073 (614) 833-2453) Thursday after work at 6pm. If numbers hold up, we will need 4 cars. I will deffinately driving since Amanda and I will nbe riding tandem and my rack has a tandem mount. I can take two additional riders and bikes with me on my Mazda 5. We will need 3 additional drivers. I know Ned Williams has volunteered and has a van. Any others?

Please let me know if you would like to room share so we can coordinate rooms. Also, if you have been omitted from the list and wish to go (andshare expenses) please let me know as well.

Looking forward to FLORIDA!!!!

Dickeling Up

2010-12-20T14:54:00.000-05:00

Forecast for Ohio and Northern Kentucky: Perpetual snow and cold through May 2011

Crap

Accomplishing an R-12 the day after completing a January Florida 200k seems manageable, doable. You throw in a few permanents, you ride in a couple of hot and cold situations, it’s about consistency right? Well, it may be about consistency but in the grips of adversity, it some times feels like stupidity…..let me elaborate.

For those unfamiliar with what and R-12 and a brevet/permanent are, they are an ultracyclist test of mettle. A brevet or permanent is a ride of 200k or greater that is documented through spots on the route called controls. At each control, either an event organizer or store clerk signs a card proving you where there at a certain time. This verifies that you have stayed on course. An R-12 is the successful completion of one or more of these events per month, for 12 months straight.

If you live in a perpetual cycling utopia like Florida, you may think of an R-12 as a challenge but not so insurmountable. For those of us living in northern climates, the December-February brevets present the most challenge. This was the case for our group trying to accomplish the R-12 goal. As it turned out, our prayers for a freakish swing in temperature attributed to global climate change would not be answered, only crushed like so many SUV’s in the recent Cash-For-Clunkers program….but I digress.

December 5th rolled around and our planned date to ride had extreme cold and snow, so much so that well, we didn’t ride. Content that we had the rest of the month, we agreed to regroup on the 18th to try the Milford, Ohio (Cincinnati area) permanent again. Well, as most of the Midwest already knows, our hopes for riding in Ohio went the way of the Metrodome’s roof under all the snow and cold. We needed a plan, and fast. It was Thursday, December 16th and with no weekends left in the month/year it was now or never.

Scanning (while praying) the permanents listed on RUSA’s website, we found the George Dickle Distillery Permanent in the Nashville area. As it turns out, drinking was the answer. Well, driving 400 miles, riding 126 miles, drinking after the ride then driving the next day another 400 miles was the answer….

Jeff Sammons (our savior) agreed to let us ride the permanent with a number of other folks from the Harperth Cycling club that day. As we came to find out, several other folks where in the same R-12 boat and needed this event to continue with their goals. For our teammate Ross, this was a way to relive those college days through stories of thinly veiled alcoholic binges that combine Dickel Whiskey with 7-up…AKA Dickel-up. For me, I switched from my normal vodka to do it the Tennessee way. All kidding aside though, it truly is a wonderful place to ride.

The Ride

It took driving 400 miles south to gain 10 degrees this December. The freakishly early cold weather made it all the way down to the deep south and did not spare Tennessee in the process. Indeed, when we woke up Saturday morning, a brief period of snow had just blown through. We had prepared for the cold, however accumulating snow would have made it a non starter. As we made our way to the ride start, conditions seemed ok, just cold

After rolling out of Brentwood and getting into the country, the next ten miles where dicey at best. Snow had accumulated in places and the road began to have ice in spots, then a uniform covering of light snow. The easy rolling hills of Trinity Lane became white knuckle affairs as the rear wheel of the tandem slipped on some of the inclines, a first on a tandem for me. We even slid on a few corners but recovered. Ross commented that he slipped on several climbs, not being able to get out of the saddle at all. Things cleared up and the sun cam out by the first control at mile 19.

The rest of the way to the George Dickel Distillery saw temps climb steadily through the 30’s and topping out right at 40. The sun came and went several times as we finally pulled into the hollow that the distillery sat in. A tanker truck pulled out of the parking lot where we entered and I thought to myself, “Dang that’s allot of whiskey!”. Signs on the rickety wood porch said no smoking…..you could drink all you wanted, but smoking was out. Still, it was fun to hear about how the whiskey was made there.

As much as wanted to sip a little of Dickel No. 12 , taking a 5th back on the bike wasn’t an option. We thought briefly about splitting the contents of a fifth between 6 water bottles but Ross was already slap happy and Amanda proved to be enough of a target already to the birds of the county (her arm suffering a direct hit from the Tennessee aviary community). We resolved to imbibe on our return instead.

The wind proved to knock our speed down a little, but not as much as expected. We where so accustomed to the wind factors of the Cup o Joe permanent in the open fields of western Ohio that we forgot about how the rolling terrain broke up wind. The miles rolled by, with the occasional gearing mishap on the tandem (We had issues a couple of times on the way out too). By the time we hit the last control, 19 miles from the end, we needed a recharge.

We arrived in Bell Buckle dragging with the last hours of daylight casting long shadows. We needed calories and the temp was dropping. The homemade Oatmeal Raisin cookies proved just the ticket for Ross and I as we got an immediate boost. Our average went back up and we where able to even finish with a small sprint in the end (much to the dismay of Amanda, who had no choice on the tandem).

Finishing the 200k in the dark was actually kind of fun. Many of the houses in the Brentwood area had fantastic light displays. Has it not been for the intense traffic at the very end we would have enjoyed it a little more. Still, finishing at 10 hours, 25 minutes, it was a good effort, better than we expected. Number 10 on the R-12 path is complete, next stop, Gainesville January 15th.

Movie Spin: Triplets of Belleville

2010-11-19T09:00:00.003-05:00

Nothing breaks the monatany of spinning with friends. It even better when you have a campy, niche classic like Triplets of Belleville. Mostly devoid of dialogue, this French animated movie is about abduction duriong the the Tour de France. Yes, We have alreays watched Quicksilver so the quasi cycling related movies are getting more and more obtuse.

Still, this was a fun yet different movie experience. Ric paced us through some Pyramid and Tempo workouts during the 40 minutes or so we spun. We had a great turnout. Hopefully we can keep the momentum up after Thanksgiving.

See you next week for Tuesday Spin!

Bikerdude

The Weather Breaks and So Does the Bike

2010-11-14T15:48:00.003-05:00

The 70’s of the day before where just a distant memory as the clouds, 40 degree temps and wet pavement from the previous nights showers where here to greet us for the Sunday morning ride. I had originally planned on riding the Silver Bullet (Silver Burely Duet I rebuild over the summer). However, as I was tightening the stoker stem, the weld holding the pinch bolt broke. Luckily, I had brought my spin bike in case we decided to ride inside.

The destination of today’s ride was the bustling metropolis of Stoutsville. For those unfamiliar with this center of commerce, it’s got a Sunoco and it’s in the middle of the farm country. (Hey, it’s a place that sells food and is warm). The prevailing winds dictated that we would have some major crosswind and at times, helliacious head winds. Indeed, in sections leading up to Stoutsville, 13 seemed pretty hard to maintain.

Surprisingly, we had a decent turnout for such a gloomy cold, wet morning. Tim lead the ride, with about a dozen or so in attendance. We broke into 2 groups, a faster A paced group and the rest of us. The route had 2 options, 45 and 50 something. Given the conditions, most went short (its almost hard to say 45 is short in winter weather). Still, the group hung together for the most part , separating more on the climbs but regrouping at various points along the way.

In preparing for these rides, you often look at a map and as almost an afterthought, think somewhat about the wind. Its amazing how priorities change on the bike when you start battling that wind. The upright position and flat bar didn’t help the cause today. While Amanda, Donna, Steve and others tucked into drops, my arms where out in crucifix position, a veritable wind scoop.

Arriving at Stoutsville, a much needed charge of hot chocolate and heat did wonders to recharge us for the ride back. We hung together most of the way back, pleasantly surprised that the wind was mostly in our favor. Still, 45 miles, 40 ish degrees and 16.1 average made this camper tired after doing it all on a cyclocross bike with 32mm knobby tires. Thanks for all the pulls guys. See you Tuesday for Spin.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year…..

2010-11-13T06:57:00.004-05:00

No, I’m not talking about the holidays or food…ok, I’m always at least thinking about food…but I digress. I’m actually talking about that annual time of rebirth and rebuilding that we start in the late fall after a month of recovery, yes spinning.

Ok, before you think about the seemingly endless hours of indoor training that comes with the cold, dark relentless winter….with the endless snow…..the 5 minutes of daylight……the criminal insanity that comes with staying in one place…..why do we live in Ohio?!?!?, think for a moment about the positives. Before you draw a complete blank, consider the following:

-Misery loves company
-What better things do you have to do Tuesday Nights?
-Build base consistently every week
-Use Spinning as part of your winter fitness plan

With the holidays approaching, it’s important to get things on track before they get out of control. Don’t wait until January when the damage is done, get out there now and jumpstart your 2011.

The 2010-11 Spin Season has started and we now offer two ways to keep the winter fat off. Our traditional Tuesday Spin Class is now at 630pm, to allow for transit times in winter and will alternate between Video based training and instructor lead. This years sessions are structured to build up abilities based on the concept of per iodization.

Classes are structured into building intensity over 3 week periods with every fourth week being an easy week. Each set of 3 weeks will build on each other, culminating in March when the outdoor ride schedules start again. Worried about starting in the middle? Don’t, intensity is always determined by your personal fitness level and gearing/intensity suggestions are always stated.

Schedule for Classes
November 2010
Tuesday 11/16 - Instructor Lead - Rolling pace line drills, tempo and pyramid sets
Thursday 11/18 - Movie spin (1 hr) Movie TBD
Tuesday 11/23 - Spinervals - Uphill Grind
Thursday 11/25 - Thanksgiving - No Class

December 2010
Tuesday 12/7 - Instructor Lead - Rolling Pace line, Isometric squats, 10 min endurance set
Thursday 12/9 Movie spin (1 hr) Movie TBD
Tuesday 12/14 Spinervals - Time Trial Special
Thursday 12/16 Movie spin (1 hr) Movie TBD
Tuesday 12/21 - Instructor Lead - TBD
Thursday 12/23 Movie spin (1 hr) Movie TBD
Tuesday 12/28 Spinervals - Have Mercy
Thursday 12/30 Movie spin (1 hr) Movie TBD

Hope to see you there!

Tribute to Ross - Sunday 10/10/2010 Ride

2010-10-10T15:13:00.002-05:00

One of the best things about Cycling with COP is the comradery and mutual support we give each other in times of adversity. I can remember countless times getting that extra pull from a friend when I was worn out, or having that conversation where you discover something about someone you have ridden 100, 1000 or even 10000 miles together. Those who have ridden with the groups out of Canal Winchester and other locations have no doubt heard of stories of adversity, stories of fun, comical moments where you just can’t believe what had happened.

As a part of this community, when the chance comes to repay those acts of kindness you jump. Such is the case with a core group of friends of mine who participate in the Brevets and longer events in Central Ohio. In this case, a terrible accident happened to Ross, perhaps one of the most good hearted folks in COP. A day after completing his 8th Brevet in August, a car T-boned him, severely breaking his wrist, necessitating the surgical placement of a titanium plate in his wrist. This is the type of injury that a cyclist hates. The hands and wrists are essential interfaces with the bike. The nature of the injury causes diminished strength.

Fast forward to today, October 10th 2010 and Ross is out to try to ride for the first time since the accident. This is the shakedown ride for the upcoming October Brevet for Ohio Randonneurs. Despite the challenges of a new bike and his own recovery, Ross was out there today, stoking with the group. Hats off to you Ross, you are an inspiration to us all.

Wish us like on October 16th!

Hot and Hilly

2010-08-04T09:12:00.005-05:00

Mitch and Mark getting Pumped

Living in air conditioning all day and traveling to the ride AC blasting in the car, you truly don't appreciate the heat and humidity that these dog days of summer bring. Getting out of the car at Canal, you immediately feel the stick hot mess you are about to ride in. The heat hangs on you like a wet blanket. Still, you didnt feel too overwhelmed, the sky afterall was alternating between the threatening overcast and sun.

THE Mark Wilson, filling tires with Helium no doubt

As commented in Mark's Blog (http://www.granvillebike.com/marks-cycling-blog.html), the numbers at Canal where down. Contributing to the numbers, the rain that had hit the area in the morning no doubt kept some away. Heat and humidity also contribute to the lower turnout. The overwhelming reasoning however I beleive is the seeeminingly ever increasing pace of each of the groups. I've poked fun at the classifications before and well, I'm a co-conspirator some nights, pushing the pace. However, socially, the group at Canal has gotten racier, and not in the way Mark's unflatering photo's of Peggie suggest..... I digress, lecture over.

Peggie and Butch posing for the paparazzi

The A group consisted of elements of formula 1 racing teams. B1, Jennies, imposing figures with the exception of Mark, who rolled with them at least out of sight.... I leave the play by play of the A ride to the chronicles of Mark's scrupulous if not sensionalist prose (I kid because I love Mark). Amoung the ranks of us B riders we had the makings of what could be termed a "sprited" group. Consider Kevin, typically taking turns in the A ranks, he accepted assignment to the minors to rebuild after multiple business trips. Then there is Mitch, taking one for the team and leading the B's, we knew it would hurt. Amanda comes next after a week in Iowa and 500 miles, slow is not exactly in her vocabulary either. The rest of us looked around with a sense of forboding....I hide my internal terror with a yawn.

Craig Butler's Orthodox stretching routine

There was some confusion as to which direction we should leave the parking lot. The trial route and map was best suited for Hellen Keller at the start as the detail of town could not be deciphered. Gary's route however was an excellent one, effectively crossing many of the typical routes in one ride, refreshingly mixing things up. Once committee adjourned on the direction we should start out in, we did so, up Lithopolis-Winchester Road.

Lithopolis-Winchester is typically the way we finish a ride. It's a gentle drop from Lithopolis, and a stepper drop right outside of Canal. We where doing the opposite. As contradictory as it sounds, "warming up" on a night in the high 80's and 1000% humidity seems hardly neccessary, but it is. Regardless of training orthadoxy, we het the climb at 18-20, I waited for the "pop" of a hamstring. As we rolled into Lithopolis, we where already sweaty. We stopped like good little cyclist so the po-po would chilax.

Conventional wisdom on a night such as this would be to dial it back a little, let the wind cool you down, work with the terrian within the pace limits of the category. As if a 4 year old taunting their mom by not giving back the car keys, our group rocketed down the backside of Lithopolis outside of town. The pace remained in the low to mid 20's over the flats that followed. Everytime Mitch came up to the front, we all felt like we where caught in an abusive relationship, begrudingly keeping on the wheel of the rider in front of us, not letting out any clue that you really want your bike to break, or have a flat or otherwise want to wuss out.

The party began to thin rapidly. We started out with a good dozen or so riders on the fast B pace, but as we turned onto Hagerty, with it's rolling hills we where down to 6. The pace, heat and now terrain purged our ranks like the asian carp laiden buldges of sea ships in the Mississippi. Then came the steep rollers, yours truly was done. When I reached the top of the rise at Ringold Northern, I could take my pulse in my nose. I was out of water, bonking and overheating. Amanda and another rider joined me short cutting the route back.

I may be in the minority on this right now, but I'm looking forward to the Fall and the cooler weather. I know our winters as of late have really sucked, but greener pastures says to me "Give me some cold". I guess I should stick my head in an ice cooler again. Still, 38.5 and a respectable 19 ave. I'll take it....that and a B-. Hopefully next time will do better.

Milford 203K - The Good, The Hot, The Ugly

2010-07-26T16:31:00.010-05:00

One of the biggest issues in cycling, at least from my perspective, is the greener pastures theory in regards to weather. It seems no matter what season of the year you are in, you almost always pine for the weather or conditions of another time. In the grips of late winter/early spring cold, when you are layering up, dodging snowflakes, you pine for the days of shorts and jerseys longingly remembering sweat and high 80's as "ideal". Fast forward 6 months and like this weekend, in the depths of mid 90's and killer heat indexes you again think of wanting of cold, of temperature equibrium that comes by adding or subtracting a layer. We as cyclist are seemingly never happy with the current weather circumstances. To quote Donn Rathburn "Do you ever have GOOD weather for these brevets?!". In thinking about this in the car on the way back from our latest brevet, we came up with this list of adverse circumstances:

January - Florida 200k, 70 degree weather, torrential rain

February - Tennessee 200k, 19 degree start -high of 40

March - Ohio 200k, 20 degree start, high in the mid 40's

April - Ohio Fleche 375k, headwinds for 50 miles, downpours through the night highs in the 50's

May - Ohio - Cup O Joe 200k Permanent, mid 60's, killer headwinds for 40 miles

June - Kentucky 200k Brevet, Ambient temps in the mid 90's heat index over 104

July - Ohio/Kentucky 200k Permanent, temps in the 90's, heat index over 100.

High heat and humidity where the theme for the 203k Milford Brevet Sunday, July 25th. Donn, Donna, Ross, Toshi and I decided to set forth on our journey at 830 am from the Milford. Donna commented on how she started sweating from the ride across the parking lot at Wal-Mart to the UDF, a harbinger for things to come. We all got our brevet cards signed and we where off.

The Route

Toshi's Milford route is a great scenic adventure. You leave the Milford area by following small streams with some gentle rolling terrain until you get to the Ohio river. The decent to the Ohio river is perhaps one of the funnest parts of the ride as you are able to coast to over 40 mph. You pedal a few miles until you reach a ferry, which you take across the river to the postcard perfect town of Augusta Kentucky. The route continues up river to Maysville, some 17 miles down the road. Maysville serves as the lunch control before you cross back into Ohio. You double back to the William H. Harsha Bridge, a huge cable suspension bridge that route 68 runs over.

Once your cross back into Ohio, you spend 5 or so miles along the river until you turn to climb over the ridge that borders the river. There are two significant long climbs, neither are too steep but they are long. Thankfully the terrain remains reasonably flat the for the remainder of the ride with the exception of one 2 mile decent at mile 120ish, a nice way to end your day.

The Ride

The humidity had already made things sticky at the ride start. At 8:30 we where already in the low 80's. We left with a small rise out of Milford then followed a stream through fairly flat land. The first few miles where marked by strange signs proclaiming "Active Min - Danger" and Land Slide warning signs. It lent a sense of safety to our journey not typically felt on our weekday Club rides. The terrain remained fairly flat with the exception of one climb near Batavia. The air was heavy and as it was our first real challenge of the day, we where still warming up. Motivated perhaps by Donn's sagely wisdom, we all climbed with not a thought of walking.

Before long we had arrived at the first control. We've all become connoisseurs of roadside fare over the time we have done these rides. Usually, I'm partial to Marathon stations, but after this ride I have a new found love for IGA grocery stores and UDF quick marts. We arrived at Felicity's IGA and immediately tanked up our empty water bottles and grabbed some calories. Gu's still seemed to be okay on the stomach but variety is the spice of life. Before long, we left the nice air conditioning of Felicity toward our next planned stop, The ferry at Higgensport/August.

One of the novelties of this route is the river crossing at Higgensport. It looks very non-descript from the Ohio side, appearing to look like someone's driveway more than a 5 dollar per car crossing. The ferry is necessitated by the large distance on the Ohio river that there is no bridge crossing. The ferry, complete with porta potty, gave us a nice rest, some 41 miles into the trip. Temps where already in the 90's so it was much needed ,along with, well, contribution to the Ohio River (see photo below)

After we got off the ferry in Augusta, we made our way towards Maysville. The longest, and consequently most boring section of the ride, some 17 miles on the shore of the river, still was very picturesque. The heat began to build getting to 97 degrees ambient temperature by the time we had rolled into lunch at Maysville. Maysville was another pretty river town on the Ohio with two different cable suspension bridges. The William H. Harsha Bridge was the one we crossed to get back to Ohio and climb back into the back country of Ohio.

We crossed on route 68 then, about 5 miles down river turned north on Old Route 68. We began to climb immediately but not at a severe incline. Grade was only about 10 percent or so but the length of the climbs where several miles. The first section warmed us up, not that we needed any additional temperature while the second one, with a couple of switchbacks, reminded us that we where in southeast Ohio. The payback was sweet with a 2 mile downhill coasting into the mid 30's.

The miles did begin to pile up and the heat was getting to us all. After the pair of climbs we all found a tree to cool down under and regroup. Toshi said a convience store was just up ahead in Georgetown. The UDF in Georgetown has been the site of many Brevet controls. Today it was just a place to stop and recharge. We where all tired but still in good spirits. Toshi advised that the rest of the ride was fairly flat, good news to our tired ears.

In the 14 or so miles to Sardinia, the wind began to kick up and so did the cumulative affects of heat and exertion to your truly. By mile 85, the tell tale signs of heat exhaustion where setting in, no strength, high heart beat, slowed judgment. Frequent breaks where needed to get the final few miles into the Control. Donna, Ross and Toshi had the idea to put ice into ziplock bags then stuff them down my jersey's back. It worked pretty well, even of I looked like some sort of John Merrick of the cycling world. Even before my difficulties, the group average began to drop as we all struggled in the heat.

Soon 31 miles turned to 25, then 20. After a quick stop in the shade to cool down, then another at a roadside store to get more water, we where down to about 17. Even with more ice down my jersey, I couldn't hold of the envitable, nausea induced by dehydration. Over the course of the ride, I had done 2 full size water bottles per hour, and that much at each control/stop. Still, at mile 115, the old heave ho was on. You know you really have good friends when one of them gives you a water bottle to wash the vomit off your jersey....ugh, thanks guys.

We finished the ride, hot but sated in our sense of accomplishment. It may have only been a 200k, but it was challenging. Ross got #7 on his quest for an R-12, I got number 5. Both Donna and Toshi added to their already impressive list of Brevets while Donn proved once again that he has what it takes, even if he only started riding seriously last August. Good job to all. Next up, Ohio Randonneurs 200k August 28th.

Thursday Super Soaker

2010-07-23T07:59:00.004-05:00

Well, we have been gambling all week with the weather and our luck finally ran out. The light sprinkles and ominous clouds that swirled around the parking lot where like a warning to the faint of heart. Do we take hints? No way. The congenial atmosphere, perhaps a product of anticipation for Cindy's Heath ride, perhapes the proximity to the weekend, or perhaps due to the fact that Mark had arrived made for light hearted conversation. Nervous?, no, stupid? Perhaps.

The B group left after Amanda's just in time arrival for the start. Thankfully, no cyclist where injured on her entry to the parking lot. We left at a fairly brisk pace, around 20-23. On leaving "downtown" New Albany the spector of dark clouds presented itself....we all ignored the elephant in the room (no, not you Eve). We rolled the dice.

At first, pockets of wet road came and went intermittently. The obligatory rooster tails from everyones tires caused a staggered paceline where we where all simply kidding ourselves trying to avoid moisture. On old 161 the rain began to come more rapidly. By the time we reached the downhill at Jersey Mill road, the floodgates had opened. Team Rossi, perhaps the most visable of the group on their bright orange tandem streaked down Jersey mill with a group of singles behind them.

When riding in the rain, several things go through your mind. Besides the obvious, What the HELL am I doing out here, one thinks about easing off in the corners, not leaning so far over the handlebars on a climb and on a downhill.....how much it stings when rain hits your face at almost 40 mph.After Team Rossi led a breakaway out down Jersey Mill, Amanda and I decided to bridge up alternating pulls. We managed to catch the group by Alexandria just in time for the Monsoon.

Leaving Alexandria, we all likened our bicycle journey to a triathalon, now in the swiming section of the ride. Rain came down so hard we could barely see 50 yards. The narrow country roads and conditions forced a group of us to take Hardscrabble North to cut the route off. Less than a mile up Hardscrabble, the skies cleared. Ah, Ohio....if you dont like the weather, wait 5 minutes.

As we rode back, cyclist seem to be going in every different direction. The weather had forced others to cut it short and the shorter mileage options didnt seem to experience the torential rain that we did. Needless to say, we ended up with about 35.5, 19 average. Lap swim times are not available at this point.

Tuesday Night Summer Slam!

2010-07-21T11:22:00.001-05:00

Summer Slam!
Ah Tuesdays…..What happens when a flat ride is planned and the weather is good? If you guessed speedfest, you are right. I’ve often commented about the apparent increase in COP pace for A’s B’s and C’s but last nights ride is a shining example. At 20.8, this average puts folks squarely in between the 19-23 mph A classification. Yes, I’ve been guilty of needling the pace up at times but this is my ride report, do as I say, not as I do. Seriously though, I think we all need to acknowledge the elephant in the room and take a hard look at the classification system in COP. Here is a proposal for new rider guidelines starting at the bottom:

D 10-13 MPH: This group is reserved for the truly new to the sport and group riding. Modest levels of fitness but an underlying illness about traveling large distances on a bike should be present

C 13-16 MPH: As described in the rider guidelines “an enthusiastic pace.”. This is most often a social ride pace where you talk (rather listen) to Eve Hush talk. PS- you may have to wankytank at some point during the ride (yes it is what it sounds like)

B 16-19 MPH: Referred to as “a fast recreational clip”. The reality is people who ride this class can’t get a word in edgewise in the C’s.

A 19- 25 MPH: This group is made up of poser A’s who wish not to be dropped by the Elite A’s. Banter back and forth and general tom foolery fall by the wayside when Amanda drops the hammer. Mark Wilson occasionally slums it to teach us a lesson. Donn coordinated activity from the back

Elite A 25-400 MPH: The truly insane or Todd Lee (redundant) ride this group. This group is know to juice with various banned substances including Schlitz beer, Red Bull and the occasion donut provided by Mark Wilson.

The Ride
Classification guidelines aside, The “A” group (formally known as Super B’s) headed out toward Baltimore. We lucked out on the rain front, it only showing clouds and a decent temp in the mid 80’s. Mark Rossi and Amanda immediately threw down the gauntlet, pacing us through town. Trash talk from Amanda included “bridging up to the A’s” while Donn talked some mind game about “just keeping up”. As we would find out, both where talking sh#t as Amanda didn’t bridge the A’s and Donn beat most of us up Leonard Hill.

The pace was as spirited as an alcoholic at Octoberfest. Rounding Kingy’s, the pace shot up to the mid 20’s. No doubt the flat course ahead and fresh legs had everyone feeling like Lance Armstrong. The pace line rolled past Basil Western, Bader and then Leonard, the only hill on the course. By the time we had reached Leonard, the group had thinned to about 8-10 folks. Mitch , Donn and one other where the first to the top, followed by Amanda and yours truly….our tongues tangling in the spokes. The group re-formed rolling into Baltimore. Donn continued to “Soft Pedal”

Leaving Baltimore, we left the suggested B route and continued on the 40 mile A route. Mitch secretly engineered the longer distance by obliviously riding past the turn off, furth solidifying our place as A riders….or at least posers. The road continued flat, fast and furious as we hit Lake, then Bickel Church.

In the uneventful pulls, the group began to get restless. The pace, wavering between 22 and 24 started to quicken about 5 miles out. The addition of Todd Lee to the group put everybody in their A game. Team Kenda, after all, was here….time to par-tay. Testing the breakaway waters, yours truly pulled ahead of Todd. This was a mistake. Running on fumes, I was left in the dust when an all out sprint ensued. Pick your battles I guess. We regrouped at Hill road, about 2 miles from the ride finish.

As it turns out, Donn had hatched a plan as we glided down the overpass to 33 to do one last assault on the paceline. With one massive push, Donn’s 6 foot 8 frame cut a path in the wind about the size of a Peterbuilt. We accelerated to about 30ish when the young 14 year old Jr rider instantly grabbed Donn’s wheel as we roared by. Barely missing him, he passed Donn and pulled away…even in an all out 35mph youth trumps experience….this time.

2009-11-08T21:41:00.002-05:00

For immediate Release- Associated Press, UPI, Marks Blog, dude with sandwich board downtown.

Dateline November 7^th, 2009 Granville Ohio.

Auditions for the latest reality TV show to hit Central Ohio, “So You Think You Can Ride?” occurred in dramatic fashion this past Saturday. Owing to uncharacteristically mild temperatures, lucrative incentives and the promise of copious amounts of fame amongst the cycling elite, participants poured in to jockey for positions in this, the most hallowed forms of entertainment. Was it the bragging rights of besting the field to secure your place in the top 20? Was it the incentive of the stuffed Lion, described as truly massive in the pre-event communications? Was it savoring the pain and suffering of the relentless climbs? Perhaps it was none of the above. Perhaps we where all just bored……but i digress.

Our beloved and eloquent organizer Mark carefully choreographed the convergence of weather, hills, flats, and wind throughout this day of days competition. No sooner had the contestants had left Wildwood had the first climb began. Typically, warm ups before the first major climbs take miles, not yards. However Burg, proved to be the early elimination round that separated pretenders from contenders. At mile .5, the gauntlet had been thrown, the voters began to make their calls.

On completion of the first climb, most found themselves searching for the required stamina to complete remaining 62 miles if not their next breath. Indeed the words “casual” and “Granville” reflect a curious idiom to the cyclist on this day. On completion of the first climb and resultant 24 mph pace on the backside, Frans Tan can be quoted as saying “Not a casual Pace” to paraphrase his vernacular which rhymed with “duck”. Those of us light in the mileage department at this point of the season managed a nod whilst conducting our own Oxygen deprivation experiments.

Early favorites Jamie and Mark pressed on with the likes of Oxley, Mitchell and Cindy. As they surged ahead, the collective groans of the peleton seemed to echo in the valleys approaching Utica. A sense of forboding filled the air as the downhill before Weaver gave way to the climb at Reynolds. Reynolds, by most layman is about 2.5 kilometers long of 55% percent grade. For those unfamiliar with the metric system, that’s roughly 46 miles straight up, unless of course you are Ned in which case gravity does not apply to you.

So You Think You Can Ride participants are given a no expense paid pass to the finest of eating establishments throughout the course. A Selection of only the finest Hostess products, 4 day old sandwiches and 4 hour old coffee await folks at the Duke and Dutchess shop. Accommodations include the “H1N1” restroom complete with travel size key chain, handy Kerosene, Diesel and Gasoline huffing stations and the warm inclusive encouragement of locals in the nearby traffic patterns. On exit, the peloton assumed a “Critical Mass” mentality in order to leave in a reasonable amount of time.

Our contestants quickly began to anticipate the olfactory section of the days competition, the infamous chocolate wheel. Those not educated in the public works department of Greater Utica came to understand that the upcoming spectical was neither a speciality candy retailer nor circular in construction. On toping the small rise on Blake Snake Road outside of Utica on turned to behold the spewing raw sewage transposed against the late fall foliage. Norman Rockwell could paint no better a scene….nor could he smell one.

The rolling hills of Bell Church and then Purity Road began to thin out the ranks of the competitors quite well. With mileage for the contestants in the 30’s, wind speeds picking up to arounf 600 mph and roughly 148,000 ft of climbing already completed, prospects of winning the coveted Lion to all but a few remained bleak. The opportunity came for those weary travelers to bow out gracefully at Hounshell Road. Rumors of almost certain death where confirmed by Ride leader Mark as he swept the route and told of a “wall like road” the likes of which struck fear even in the hearts of mountain goats……even Mark had he been there. Us slower, less seasons folks agreed “BAIL!”

Early favorite Jamie joined the ranks of Amanda, Roy, Ginger and a player to named later, cutting about 400 miles off the outer loop to head back to Granville. By the time our group broke off, the hand of God in the form of 20 mph headwind was pushing back on the group of eliminated riders. Already out of consideration, Jamie lead the rest of us back toward the ride start in Granville. Still the pace grew to brisk and the remaining elements meandered in bleary eyed coming in via point Newark (pronounced NEEEARK for those from New Jersey).

Reports from the podium where sketchy. The pomp and circumstance of the award ceremony drew literally one or two people in from all around…….primarily the kids playing on the Wildwood Park playground at the time> The final elimination round had not only eliminated most of the field but also the podium girl, the audience and the aforementioned coveted lion trophy. Still, all was fun by all on the most atypical of Central Ohio days. Thanks to Mark for organizing. See you next weekend.

Roy “Bikerdude” Burnham

Sunday Canal WInchester 4/19/2009

2009-04-20T08:18:00.000-05:00

As Sundays go in Canal Winchester, our rider turnout tends to be lower as the budget tours ramping up to TOSRV happen every Saturday. Only those seeking a recovery ride, those who missed the budget tours or the sado masochistic tend to show up to these spring rides.

No, I won’t regale you with the sharp sarcastic banter, that honor is reserved for Mark and Cindy. I will say though that in our own sedate right, the ride this past Sunday proved good if not spirited on the return leg.

As many have often commented before, meteorology remains one of those protected professions. The truly incompetent, or the truly unlucky go into this field of work since consistently poor results are tolerated or at least, resigned to there normal level of credibility. So when the forecast called for rain Sunday morning lasting through the middle of the next century, 6 intrepid souls dared to run the gauntlet of foreboding rain storms, oppressive winds and most certain death. (Well, ok, I exaggerate but at least there was a chance we would get wet)

We started out at a stately and slow pace. The beloved ride leader (at least loved for his draft) eased the group out of the parking lot for the first time in a few weeks. Our pace, one notch above C level was perfect for a dreary 8 am start. We all seemed to have trouble waking up. Our destination, Millersport, seemed to almost tempt nature to soak us. Some put the rain at an hour away, some 2. Either way, the 40 mile round trip was chancing it.

The group, made up of a long distance retread (yours truly), Donny (recovering from a century the day before, Beth (a Orthopedic Resident at OSU), Ross (from winter spin class), John (with a 1968 vintage Huffy road machine), Coach (prepping for a fleche next weekend) and Nathan (our recumbent hammer), rode strong. Our pace quickened at the Millersport turnaround after consulting the radar (what did we do before cell phones anyway?!).

The pace back was markedly faster with averaged climbing into the high teens/low 20’s. The moisture in the air was a constant reminder that time was of the essence. All said and done, we all arrived about 20 minutes before the sprinkles of showers began to fall.

For those interested, Sunday mornings at 8am, at Canal Winchester we ride between 40-60 miles with century options some weeks in the summer. Thanks for reading!

Roy “Bikerdude” Burnham

Kentucky 200k

2009-03-10T21:10:00.006-05:00

Shelbyville at Dawn

What can you say to 70 degree temperatures and abundant sunshine after such
a hard winter here in the Midwest? The words hallelujah and incredible come
to mind as the Kentucky 200k started with temps in the mid 60’s. Indeed the
whole of the upper Midwest was getting a reprieve from what Punxsutawney Phil
said would be 6 more weeks of winter. I never cared for oversized rodents
nor their forecast anyway.

Steve Rice RBA checking in Amanda Or

It became clear on exiting the Days Inn at Shelbyville that the first half
would be a magic carpet ride. Strong sustained winds acted as “beer
muscles” at a bar as we all effortlessly spun toward the Northerly turn
around at Love’s truckstop in Sparta. The rolling terrain was not the
torturous routes of years past, a mere 6000 feet of climb was all that was
required. It was much appreciated this early in the season.

One of the rolling climbs in the first half

As many may recall, Kentucky suffered from a severe ice and snow storm in
late January. The effects of that storm where abundant along the course,
even over a month later. All along the route, trees stand broken or even
toppled completely over. Many roofs remain damaged and in some cases,
windows broken. Stately horse farms with tree lined long driveways where
littered with down branches. The enormity of the storms that hit this area
was obvious mile after mile.

A "Congested Area" in rural Kentucky

Despite the destruction from the storms, the roads where clear. The ever
present friendly demeanor of Kentucky residents was present at every control
we stopped at. Even on the roads, drivers where courteous and friendly.

The first control came at mile 32. Cowboys BP provided the finest in sports
drink, restrooms and seating accommodations, well, in reality, it beat
peeing in the woods, getting water from a garden hose and they signed our
cards. In all seriousness, the break was needed and the folks where
friendly. As noted in the ride report from the 2007 fleche, the search for
undiscovered Kentucky high prairie continues.

It became clear that by the turnaround, there would be no leg breaking
climbs on the route. It is a refreshing change from so many brevets in
which, for some sadio masochistic RBA’s , you where lulled into a false
sense of security to only be thrown a 19% climb 110 miles into the
ride. Indeed, most of the climbs where gradual doable.

Donna Bush at the lunch turnaround (note the anticipation of headwind in her face)

Unfortunately the magic carpet ride from earlier in the day translated into the hand of god pushing you back just as hard. Cresting some of the climbs you openly wondered if you had another gear. 68 miles worth of headwind was punctuated by momentary breaks provided by the Kentucky hills.

Jim and Donna wax poetic

Our intrepid duo was joined by Jim, a resident of a nearby county. We came across Jim about 40 miles out from the finished and teamed up most of the way back.
These early brevets provide a great way to build base and the weather was fantastic. Next up is the Ohio Series and Fleche in April. Keep the wheels turning!

Sunday March 1st Ride

2009-02-28T23:19:00.002-05:00

The forecast is calling for unholy wind chills. Predicted temps of high teens and whinchills in the single digits again will drive us to spin inside. Bring your trainers and your bikes. Riding inside.

Tappahannock 200k

2009-02-22T11:28:00.005-05:00

Ride Start 7 am and about 30

What is the idealist picture of the typical person’s Valentines Day? Perhaps a bouquet of flowers, some chocolates followed by a romantic dinner? A trip to the theater or the cinema to heart swells of romantic comedy? I bet the idea of riding a bicycle 129.5 miles in rural Virginia didn’t come to mind. But that is exactly what 20 some odd intrepid souls did this Valentine’s Day past as part of the DC Randonneurs Tappahannock 200k.

While lovebirds dined on finer cuisine our hardy group of folks experienced the best of costal Virginia’s 5 star gas stations and quickie marts. Expertly crafted ham sandwiches dated from the last democratic administration lay on the counter, shrink wrapped to within an inch of their lives. Thankfully, the turn around had a fantastic restaurant as a control, Java Jack’s. The service was quick and friendly and the food, well, what more could a spandex clad guy want on Valentine’s Day.

Java Jacks Inviting Sign

The day was as close to perfect as one could expect for mid February in the Mid-Atlantic region of the US. Temperatures rose into the fifties and sunshine warmed us most of the day. Forecasts earlier in the week suggested rain and/or no sunshine at all. Indeed, for once it seems the weatherman’s goof was our gain. So often this winter it has broke the other way, at least in Ohio. For those of us from outside the region, the winter has been particularly hard. Snowpack on the roads and constant bitterly cold temps made for indoor training for most of the winter. Indeed, the weather was quite a treat, even if it was somewhat cold at the start.

Bikerdude Enjoying the Sun

Beginning temps did not deter this group. 30’s was the consensus as we started out from Ashland. Most where layered up in much the way of the Stay-puft marshmallow man. As we all warmed, we took advantage of the easy rolling terrain and good tailwind. We all began to talk. As it turned out, the makeup of the DC group was not unlike that of Ohio and Tennessee which is to say, diverse. University Professors ride alongside Army officers, IT professionals draft off of retiree’s. Such is the nature of Cycling, of challenge and fun.

Diversity could also be used to describe the bicycles at the event. I counted at least 2 tandems of Mary and Russ, Christa and Chuck while also seeing Lynn’s Bike Friday, Russ’s Rivendel and of course, my dual disc brake cyclcocross machine. It seems our rides are as varied as our careers and no doubt our personalities.

As the ride drew on, conversations centered on past rides, fleche’s and common acquaintances. Many from the DC ranks know Bob Waddell, our RBA in Ohio and extended their respective hello’s. Other talked of a brevet in December…..one of 11,000 or 9000 feet of climb over 200k depending on the rider you talk to. Thankfully Tappahannock was much more forgiving around 4-5000 feet of climb.

The ride was a wonderful mix of informational controls, dirt roads, out of the way convenience stores and rolling countryside. The coastal plain of Virginia only offered a couple of moderate climbs near the town of Tappahannock. The greater challenge came in the afternoon with the headwinds. This rider began to think twice about his pace for the first 70 miles.

As the later controls came, Mr Bonk paid me a visit as I dropped from the group made up of Maile, Chuck, Crista and Lynn. Mr. Bonk was not a welcomed visitor but one that was dispatched with sports drink and carbs. Still, the day ended well as George and I rolled back into the Ashland, thankful for the day on the bike.

Many thanks to the DC Randonneurs. They really make you feel welcome and part of the day. I’m looking forward to coming back later in the year to try some of the other rides on the calendar.

Sunday 22nd Ride

2009-02-22T07:06:00.001-05:00

Looks like the Rain and flurries have made the roads a little too dangerous to ride outside. So we will spin again this morning. Bring your trainer!

Sunday 2/9

2009-02-08T07:29:00.001-05:00

The weather gods are shining on us (sort of). With Temps above 40 and expected to the 50's today we ride outside for the first time in 2 months. Bring your winter riding gear, no spinning today!

Tennessee 200k

2009-02-03T21:27:00.007-05:00

Route Profile (Forgot to turn the GPS off at the end of the ride)

In the late fall, many a cyclist around the country take stock of the numerous long range forecast to tell if, in fact winter riding will be possible. The Farmers Almanac predicted in 2008 that the 2008-2009 winter would be colder/snowier for the Northeast and great lakes region…….I hate it when they are right.

Riders at the Start in 22 degrees

Dire predictions aside, hope springs are eternal. Weekend after weekend in January, those of us in Central Ohio hoped for a break in the misery, a break that would never come. Although the long range forecasts indeed did come true for Ohio (Columbus had a recent 10 inch snowfall), our misfortune paled on comparison to that of our southerly neighbors in Kentucky. The events of the last week of January did not smile on the Midwest. While Columbus received it’s largest snowfall of the year, Kentucky received a record ice storm. In route to the Tennessee 200k, it felt like I was driving through a perpetual Ansel Adams Photograph, the snow frozen to the trees as far south as Bowling Green. The beauty of the landscape was interrupted rudely ever so often by downed trees, jack knifed trucks and upended abandoned cars. It was enough to make you wonder if the environs of Tennessee would indeed be more hospitable.

To say that Tennessee was hospitable would be an understatement. Not only where temperatures a full 20-30 degrees warmer then Columbus with no snow was present, the warmth of comradery was present with all who attended. Ride start temps where near the 22 degree mark, cold by most standards. Most of us chalked it up to “January” and “The first brevet”. The first major distance of any year seems that much colder, longer, hillier add your excuse here.

Dawn at Barfield Elementary

On departure from Barfield Elementary the morning chill was quickly remedied by spinning, thus warming your core. Many of us contemplated the layering decided on a few moments before departure as too much, too little or in rare cases, just right. Many of us have had this conversation on the first few miles of a cold start. As hard as it is to dress lightly in the parking lot, those who did quickly regained warmth without overheating, validating decisions while some warm at the start cursed and shed that unneeded layer. Such is the constant battle with the weather us Randonneurs have. As most of our breed attest, we are armchair meteorologist, mechanics and dietitians all at once.

The Tennessee 200k route was a wonderful mix of rolling hills, pleasant back roads and the occasional VERY steep climb. Indeed, 2 hills in particular where standouts. The aptly named “Big Hill” road represented roughly a 1000% grade while Pea Ridge was of adequate angle to launch the space shuttle. More than one Randonneur admitted to walking at least part of each of these climbs. No shame here, it’s January after all.

The Hill on Pea Ridge

After the most demanding of the climbs where behind you, you got the feeling that you where home free. True, a little less than half the ride still remained but the topological map seemed far more charitable. For this Randonneur, it had been at least 4 months since any real outdoor distance. I’d take any breaks I could get.

By the time the second control rolled around, I’d managed to hook up with a couple of Tennessee riders Alan and John from the Memphis area. As luck would have it we where pretty similar in our pacing, strength and inclination toward a more modest goal of finishing. None of us where hoping for a personal record. As it turned out, we had more in common than the sado-masochism know as Randonneuring.

In the impending conversations in the remaining 60 or so miles of the ride, we talked about the typical: introductions of name, weather, choice of clothes, the weather, where we where from, the weather, what we did for a living and , of course, the weather. In the process of conversation John identified himself as a Pediatric Endocrinologist for a Hospital back in Memphis. As a Randonneur with Type 1 Diabetes, we immediately hit it off talking about diet, recovery and the challenges facing the disease today. Allan and I also talked about family with Diabetes resulting in the miles flying by.

In our journey back we encounter no really steep climbs but did have the occasion to stop at a small, out of the way restaurant on the route called “The Tater Café”. Being completely out of water, I required a refill of both water bottles while Alan and John used the facilities. It’s one of the guilty pleasures though to walk into such an establishment on a cold winter day, dressed as we where, and see the reaction of the patrons. On entry to the café, a family of 6 stopped dead while eating, French fries halted in route to mouth, looking at the space aliens that have invaded. Not only do you get the “your not from around here” but you also have the value add of being mentally ill. As weird as we did look, folks where friendly and accommodating.

Good Samaritan John Helping the wayward trucker

The last few miles of the ride was marked by Johns unfailing sense of direction. Being Johnny on the spot with his map, John helped a wayward trucker get back to the highway. A good Samaritan that guy is. We all ended the ride together, cold but triumphant. The year is young, one 200k down.

Jan 11th Ride

2009-01-11T07:24:00.002-05:00

Yesterdays storm then refreeze have left the roads hazardous for this morning. The rule for the day is saftey so we will be inside for a very light workout. Bikerdude is still getting over the flu so the key is light. We will do a little light spinning to music this morning.

Sunday 12/21 Ride

2008-12-21T07:13:00.001-05:00

The combination of falling temps and overnight sleet/freezing rain has doomed us this morning to spinning inside. It's just too dangerous for anything else.

See you there!

Fall and Return

2008-10-14T20:30:00.003-05:00

This past Sunday saw my first major ride in over 2 months. The challenges of a job change and some personal circumstances kept me away from so many things including this long neglected blog. The photo above is taken at the bottom of Revenge, on a bridge of a small stream. The seemingly idyllic combination of water, fall foliage and the comradery of friends reminded me what cycling is about.

It has been a difficult year for COP and many of our Ride Leaders. In the tours leading up to Fall Challenge, Steve Hewitt, lost control of his bike at 40 mph and ended up in the hospital for an extended stay suffering among other things, a collapsed lung. More recently, Evie, another steadfast COP supporter lost control of her bike last Saturday on Fall Hoot suffering multiple fractures. Of course, the fatality on TOSRV is perhaps the saddest chapter in the book of this years injuries.

The events of this past year remind us all of the mortality cyclist have on the open road. Being the legislative "right" while riding responsibly can be wiped out in an instant by just the rules of physics. In the equation of a 5000lb SUV verses a 150 lb cyclist, the cyclist will always lose regardless of the posthumous award of being "right". Bear this in mind as we try and share the roads.

Bikerdude is finishing up his first year coordinating the Bicycle Activity Leader position with mixed results. The steady onslaught of questions, duties and lack of experience in the role my have left some lacking in the personal service category. For those who have felt disenfranchised, my sincerest apologies as I grow into the role.

Finally, I want to thank all the ride leaders, riders and support volunteers who have spent so much time and effort supporting COP's Cycling program. Your dedication, experience and friendship have been most comforting during a very tough year.

Be safe folks!

The Curative Power of a Hard Ride

2008-07-13T21:34:00.003-05:00

Skies this morning where questionable to say the least. It seemed impending doom in the form of the promised thunderstorms where going to wipe out the ride. Optimism reigned supreme though as the rain held off and a handful of us ventured out for a loop Ric Nolan put together taking us to Amanda and back. Alas, the presumed excuse of “too bad it; going to rain” could not be used.

Rewind to the night before and witness the wonder of what was The Deckers 10th wedding anniversary. My son along with the Decker children planned this elaborate celebrations inviting the neighborhood over for a rather eclectic selection of food. Assignments ranged Chicken pot pie to watermelon. The parents took it upon themselves to furnish choice liquids for which we all partook in copious quantity.

Unlike my neighborhood peers though, I was destined to get up for an 8 am ride the next day which brings us back the ride this morning. They say moderation is the key to most things in life. Well, I guess I’m an experiential based learner. We rolled out as a group, all the while I was chanting “I will never drink again….I will never drink again…”. My peloton friends seemed less than convinced of my sincerity.

Apart from the struggles of biking through a hangover, the overcast skies proved to be perfect to get the 40 mile loop in before the phantom rains would arrive. As it turned out, no rain did come and we remained dry. Many of the regulars for the ride either had similar nights to my own or banked on rain. Those of you reading, you know which camp you fall in…don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.

One of the more curious things to witness happened on the way down to Amanda. I’m sure we’ve all seen or read stories about the noble family dog dutifully retrieving the newspaper to the waiting master on the front porch of the house. Personally, I subscribed to the theory that this was simply an urban legend, a tale told by the Type A dog trainer designed to make us regular pet owners feel inadequate in our ability to train even the most intelligent of pets. However, this fine morning a witnessed the quintessential Norman Rockwell scene of the noble Golden retriever running out to get the newspaper. In shock and awe, I slowed down to see the inconceivable happen only to have reality crash down as I approached. You see, as the Golden Retriever reached the newspaper, the proud owner, smiling at first, flew from the confines of her porch as her dog eviscerated the Sunday paper. Columbus Dispatch 0, Lassie 1. If only Norman where here to paint this scene.

The remainder of the ride saw the group break into a fast paced section, and a slower paced group. The effects of the high humidity translated into saturation of sweat from head to toe. The rain would have been welcome, at least it would wash the insect impregnated sweat from our arms and legs. One thing that always happens though, regardless of the destination, is the curative power of hard work on the bike. You always come back refreshed, if not tired. The meditative state of cycling lets you focus and center on issues of consequence in your life, be that love, laughing or learning. It’s what keeps me coming back, that and seeing others people’s pets misbehave.

Join us Tuesday when our hero’s tackle Canal Winchester again.

Back in the Saddle

2008-07-11T10:26:00.003-05:00

Roy's Desk

I know it has been a while since I have posted but wanted to get back in habit again. Several things have kept me from writing as of late, both personal and professional in nature. The onslaught of work (up to 80 hours per week) and other matters have complicated spare time to say the least.

However, Bob Nolan, a regular of my Sunday Canal Winchester Ride sent in the following link:

http://www.getoutzine.com/node/376

Bob and a few other riders where quoted by the folks at Get Out! E-zine. Way to make a favorable impression guys!

This Sunday look for another 50 or so mile ride. Bring your wallet for brunch and your bike for fun!

Thanks Folks,
Bikerdude

TOSRV 2008

2008-05-11T21:11:00.009-05:00

Almost every person can remember a moment in their childhood in which there was a before and an after. An event that defined a moment in time that would become in itself, timeless. Saturday, May 10th, 2008 during the 47th annual Tour of Scioto River Valley became such a moment for my son, Owen, all of 8 years old attempting his first overnight bike tour.

For those considered “Adult” (at least in age), the modesty of completing a half TOSRV over two days seems insignificant. The distance and the challenge seem trivial until you consider that to an 8 year old, who is only 62 lbs, the idea of riding a bike that far and staying away from home is a very big deal indeed. Add to the mix that 3000 other people are doing the same thing, well, you get the picture.

The buildup to this years ride was special indeed. For the first time, Owen was old enough and tall enough to ride our family tandem without the aide of a stoker kit. For those unfamiliar with the device, this adds a second set of pedals above the existing crankset for the stoker to allow shorter legs to reach the pedals. Indeed, with the seat all the way down and the captains seat so far in the air, our tandem looks more like a bit part in a schriner’s parade then a serious road going bicycle. At 56 inches, some 20 inches represents the height differential between father and son.

Roy and Owen starting in Chillicothe (note height difference)

The logistics this year included a bike switch at Chillicothe to facilitate Owen’s goal of a half TOSRV with his daddies goal of a full. Dad would ride from Columbus to Chillicothe on his single bike (Half bike for you tandem fanatics) then ride the rest of the way to Portsmouth on the tandem with child. The exercise worked well on paper and in practice I’m happy to report. As it turns out, mother nature would cooperate at least one of the days.

Columbus to Circleville
Unlike many “race” events on TV, TOSRV no longer employs a mass start for safety reasons. When the tour got too busy in the 70’s, it was decided that “show-n-go” was the best way to safely start several thousand riders on the 105 mile course. The luggage trucks stand at the ready starting at 6am to take bags to Portsmouth. I loaded the bags for both Owen and I and set out with a group of friends at about 8 am.

Mitch at Circleville stuffing his face

As mentioned before, mother nature smiled on TOSRV for at least Saturday. Beautiful skys, warm temperatures and best of all, a wonderful tailwind pushed riders toward the south at a higher than normal pace. After leaving Columbus, Cindy, Randy and yours truly settled into a nice 25-27 mph pace, breakneck by our standards but comfortable. With such a wonderful tailwind, Circleville came fast, just over an hour. What would normally be an unsustainable pace made us all feel like Lance Armstrong thanks to our friend, Mr. Tailwind.

Elements of Team Roll : Amanda (far right) and company

Circleville to Chillicothe
After a bite to eat, some casual conversation with some folks we picked up along the way and a refill of the waterbottles, we where back on the move toward Chillicothe at the same pace we managed on the first leg. Our averages climbed even more as we grabbed onto Team UDF passing us at 27-28 mph. We hung on for the distance and blew into Chillicothe in record time, average speed into the mid 20’s.

The arrival into Chillicothe spelled the end of the high speed runs as I recognized the need to let Owen have fun, see the scenery and recognize the fact that a tandem is a hellava lot heavier than a racing bike. My expectations for speed were level set at low to mid teens, after all he is only 8.

Chillicothe to Waverly

As we rolled into Chili, their was a festive atmosphere about the area. A live band was playing in the park, thousands of bikers where camped out eating the provided lunch and lunch was being served at 10:30 am. The speed runs to this point proved for an exceptionally early lunch. A certain anxiety also was present in a certain little boy.

The site of thousands of bikes moving in and out of the park proved to be quite intimidating. Reassurances from Dad and seeing some of dad’s friends from weekday rides helped allay and concerns (combined with a good lunch). By 11:45, we where off toward Waverly with a fresh stoker and considerably more mass. The first hills coming out of Chili proved not as daunting as expected, maintaining a respectable 18 mph and noted contributions from the set of 8 year old legs.

As we completed our first hill and turned onto Three Locks Road, we settled into a pace around 20 mph, something I thought would be unsustainable for us with such a heavy bike. As it turns out, the pace would be improved on, let alone sustained. The hill and dale of three locks road and the roll-up to Waverly would be quite generous. The downhill’s would put us at the mid 30’s while the momentum would maintain our speed so we only dropped out of the mid teens a few times. Overall, we maintained a 21.5 mph average, far above my expectations.

Owen, as it turns out, a wolf in sheeps clothing and his dad

The speed took it’s toll though. At School house hill, a Ham radio sign reeled off the distance left to the next rest stop, 7 miles. Latching on to this stat, my son then began to ask every 100 yards how much farther it was. After the 7th time asking, it was determined that the stoker was running out of gas. Waverly could not come too soon for a bonky little boy.

Waverly to Portsmouth

We rolled into White Lake, the official rest stop after countless cruel denials for Wendy’s, McDonalds, Dairy Queen and every other fast food Join that was on route 23 leading up to the turn off for the rest stop. One would have thought of me as Daddy dearest with a wire coat hanger for my unwavering commitment to TOSRV’s 3rd rest stop. As it turns out, the final half mile did not kill my son.

Svelt Ned at Waverly

The toll of 75 miles began to show on the faces of folks turning into White Lake. The happy go lucky, brisk pace of some of the riders had long since vanished after completing the hilliest section of the course. The long face was shared by my son too as he was fixated on getting some well earned food. Indeed, after downing 2 banana’s, several Gatoraides, countless trail mixes and some granola bars one would have thought I hadn’t fed the kid since last week. The nuclear metabolism of an 8 year old was clearly at work. With 10 minutes Owen was running of the hillside and rolling back down on his side. Several people commented that it made them look tired just watching.

We where able to turn some of that energy into some real speed for the last push into Portsmouth. The lay of the land was flat and fast. We where able to settle into our 22 mph pace again, this time without the variations due to hills. It was quite the site to see a dad and his 8 year old son pulling a paceline from time to time in the 20’s. It wasn’t a moment wasted on Owen as he enjoy pulling as evidenced by the strength in his pedal stroke. Another quick stop at mile 92 to refill water bottle and we where on our way into town.

Arrival into Portsmouth was glorious. After a quick cruise past the murals, we arrived at Tracey park to the sounds of a live band playing Margaritaville. As my son and I are both Parrot heads, this was the perfect way to end a milestone ride. It was a wonderful day on the bike.

Chez Portsmouth High School
Nothing is as rewarding after 105 miles on the bike as sleeping on a gym floor. This year was no exception. The difference this year was the quality of gym floor provided. The new Portsmouth High School was open and this was the first year for this rider to stay in such deluxe accommodations. Those who stayed in the old high school, or even the older elementary schools remember the craptacular showers, lack of ventilation and even the smells of those old buildings.

Portsmouth High School gym

Portsmouth High proved to be a great camping location as our group set up in the corner of the gym with our air mattresses and bikes. A spirited game of Uno helped pass the time between the spaghetti dinner and lights out at 9. The age range of play wad with players from 8 to 55, but don’t let that fool you, the play was cut throat. Needless to say, Eve has thrown down the gauntlet at Owen for next year.

Guest appearance by super boy

With the forecast calling for significant rain as a certainty, I made the executive decision not to subject my son to 50 degrees and heavy rain. The call to mom in Columbus for a SAG was made…..on mothers day…..yeah, nothing says happy mothers day like a butt-crack of dawn drive to the Ohio river…..

Sunday

Unlike most of the field riding in the weather, Owen and I enjoyed the warm dry conditions of the minivan on the way back. Conditions where absolutely miserable on the way back as I would later learn from folks I called. The idealic conditions of Saturday where but a distant memory for those on the slow wet return to Columbus. Regardless, it was a milestone weekend for many, including that of a certain little boy.

Many thanks go out to the volunteers and staff of Columbus Outdoor Pursuits, the Red Cross, the Ham radio operators, law enforcement, and countless other organizations that make TOSRV go off. After 47 years, this event still depends on the generosity of these groups and individuals to make it happen.

See you next year!

Packing for TOSRV

2008-05-08T19:19:00.002-05:00

Well, tomorrow is registration day at Capital Square Hyatt. It's that special time, like Christmas Eve, where folks are giddy with anticipation for the social ride of the year. This year is special for Owen and I, it's Owen's first TOSRV, his daddy's 7th.

We just got done packing for the overnight in Portsmouth. Included among the supplies for this year's overnight, a book from the Chronicles of Narnia, a stuffed animal, not one but two pillows, some toys and of course an inflatable bed to sleep on.

For those coming to registration tomorrow, please take a moment to visit the American Diabetes Association Tour de Cure table. I will be working with the ADA to promote our tour ride coming up June 7th. It's a worthwhile cause, one I've actively helped organize since 1999. Please consider riding for a cure or support someone who will be riding.

See you tomorrow!

Bikerdude

Fast And Furious

2008-05-06T21:18:00.002-05:00

In Central Ohio we are blessed with about 7 good weather days the whole year. This was one of those days. Glorious as the weather was, it was a flat (read fast) route due east 0f Canal Winchester. The "A" Group had a 42 mile route on tap, while the "B" and "C" groups had lesser mile variations on the same theme.

As typical with the A group, little time was given to warm up.....like a couple of pedal revolutions. As the group crested the overpass on Hill road, pace quickly accelerated to the upper 20's. Confusion on the route split the A's at the turn off Carol Northern. Half the group continued straight while others turned off on Basil Western. We did however, regroup when the group that went straight, caught site of the others and bridged up to their pace.

With tailwinds and strong riders leading the way, the group settled into a mid to high 20's pace until Lake Road. The small climbs separated out the weak from the herd, including yours truly, who had to take a more conservative 22 MPH up the hills. Still, even though I was eventually dropped, the ride average was well over 20. Not bad after Calvin's Challenge.

This week is the roll up week to TOSRV, the social event and largest ride for COP for the year. Talk over dinner after the ride focused on meeting times and places at the ride start downtown. Exciting news for folks who have been utilizing the Budget Tours leading up to this weekend. For this rider, the excitement will be my 8 year old son's first TOSRV, as a stoker on our tandem. We plan to do a hybrid TOSRV, my son doing the half on the back of the tandem while his old man does a full. The logistics are simple, Son gets dropped off at Chillicothe with tandem while daddy rides there and then we reverse the drill the next day. I can't wait.

See you this weekend!

Calvin's Challenge 2008

2008-05-04T18:14:00.012-05:00

Wind at this years event as seen in the flag

Calvin’s Challenge 2008

As races go, most think of cycling races as a few hours of penultimate challenge where you face off against a field of riders for a set distance, usually something practical. Flying in the face of such traditional thinking is the 12/24 hour format of ultra-marathon cycling represented by the Ultra Marathon Cycling Association. This style of racing sets the time limit, but not a distance limit. In this case, Calvin’s Challenge gives riders the chance to go as far as possible in 12 hours. Simple? Hardly, take this years event as an example.

The weather forecasts had been predicting almost certain doom and gloom all week. Most of the predictions told of “intermittent” showers or “Occasional” Thunder. To the casual observer, occasional or intermittent denotes rain that comes down light, perhaps as a mist, off and on, over the day. I certain gentleness comes to mind, perhaps even serenity. As a survivor of this year’s Calvin’s, I’m beginning to think that the weatherman in Central Ohio has the most secure job in the world. What job can you screw up, day in and day out and still have? A question for a different time, however, I digress.

Prerace Friday/Early Saturday Morning:

The registration the day before was well run. Riders had a chance to check the field they where riding in, chit chat with organizers and competitors or even buy a spiffy Calvins Challenge T-shirt. As with anything cycling related, the envitiable conversation about the weather persisted, including the high winds and rain predicted for the next day. Still, hope springs eternal and perhaps, just perhaps, the weather folks would get it wrong.

A group from Columbus set up camp on the school grounds close to the ride start location. Tom, Jeff, Rob and Roy set up a pop up camper, gazebo and other essential bike race related gear up. The gazebo was fastened to Roy’s minivan on one side and staked on the other. We bed down at 11 or so confident in our preparations, having drank our racing fuel, acknowledging the forecasted rain as an accepted possible, our bike neatly arranged under the gazebo presumably safe.

Camp "Stay Free Mini-Pad"

At approximately 3:30am, Saturday morning, Roy awoke to the gentle shaking of his minivan ominously similar to that of a Gazebo in a 30 mph wind. Sounds from the neighboring camper where no better. The wind buffeted the side of the “Stay Free Mini-Pad” without mercy, it’s contents empting to arrest the Gazebo about to take flight. Despite our relative proximity to Orville and Wibur Wrights home turf, we reeled in the gazebo, collected the contents from the front of the high school and went back to sleep wondering what Jym Ganal’s home address was.

By daybreak, the situation outside was looking decidedly less then ideal. Although temperatures where moderate, near 50, the wind was relentless. Adding insult to injury, the first bands of heavy rain where to hit the school by about 7:45, 15 minutes into the ride. Most participants dressed accordingly with rain jackets, neoprene gloves and, of course, the occasional crucifix. The insanity of what was to transpire left little doubt that this field was hard core.

Teams getting ready with support vehicles, Note:White minivans are cool!

Lap 1:

The traditional mass start of all classes for the 12 hour race went off without incident. The pace car lead the group out on the first leg of the 50 mile loop. The steady 20+ mph wind, with gusts into the 30’s was evident as the group did not fly off so fast. Indeed, the relatively subdued pace was a Herculanean effort in the face of mother natures wrath that morning. One thought to themselves “its only half of each loop, how much worse could it be?”. As it turns out, that was exactly the wrong question to ask.

The “worse” that came was even higher wind, accompanied by rain. Not the pansy rain that dual Doppler and forecast models had predicted before. Rather, this was the kind of rain you wait to blow over before you run to get in your car. To liken the experience on a bike to the layperson, imagine towing a wagon full of bowling balls through a 20 mile long car wash…..that was how much this sucked. The rain, driven at times by high gust of wind stung as it impacted face and skin.

By the time South Solon, the 25 mile checkpoint came into sight, we had turned out of the wind to enjoy some recovery. Lap times suffered. Timings to South Solon and even back at the start reflected the intensity of the weather. By the time lap one had finished, this rider felt like he had done 2. Well, one lap is in the books, things are bound to get better. A quick refueling at the campsite and on to lap number 2.

Lap 2 :

The passing of time did very little for the intensity of the wind, or the moderation of the rain. In fact, the rain intensified to seemingly full hurricane intensity on Pitchin Road and the approaches to South Solon. At times, this rider was down to 12mph on the slight grades, into the wind and rain. The intensity of the rain and wind began to leave doubts as to if this was worth the pain and discomfort. Regardless, the another 25 miles had to be put in to get back to the start/finish.

The rain began to subside and the sun was out by the time the start/finish was in sight. The damage was done however. The wind and rain had cut this rider to pieces. The mediocre 6 hour century time came at extreme cost. Alas, 200 miles in 12 hours would have to wait for another day.

Calvin’s Thanks:

Many thanks to the ride organizers, The Grahams, the Stephens as well as the army of volunteers who put on a wonderful event, despite the weather. I can still picture the 5 or so people, standing in the driving rain in South Solon, punching race numbers. You folks made it happen.

Christina Graham in the pace vehicle

Race Director and Co-owner Larry Graham

See you next year.

A Boy and His New Bike

2008-05-01T20:02:00.006-05:00

One of the best things a father can see, especially one that is a cyclist, is the pride in ownership a boy has for his new bicycle. Last Sunday, Owen became the proud owner of a new Trek KDR 7.2 FX. Since then, Mr O has riden it about 25 miles according to his trusty bike computer mounted on his new handlebar. My TOSRV stoker is now acting out his independent streak, refusing to ride tandem with his old man in light of his svelt, cobalt blue 7.2. Can't say I blame him. One look at the photos below, you can see he is obviously diapponted going from a single speed BMX to a 24 gear, speed machine:

Tonights destination was our neighborhood park, Westgate Park. Our modest neighborhood has a rec center with a mile round path adjacent to our Alternative Elementary School. As insignificant of a distance this may be for the experienced cyclist in Central Ohio, it represents a fun, small challenge for and 8 year old. Perhaps those more seasoned remember a time when distances of only a few miles represented a challenge. Let me offer the following example:

Rewind the clock 32 years, travel to Glens Falls, New York and yours truly was struggling to get to the end of the driveway in his new bike of the day. Of course, gone are the days of a full head of blonde hair, a completely plastic bike and riding barefoot but hey, this is where it all started. It just goes to show you, start em young and see where they can go!

Meditative State of Cycling

2008-04-30T20:33:00.002-05:00

Runners often describe the "Runners High" that accompanies some of the more extreme workouts endured, often during marathon's and ultra's. From a cycling perspective I've come to appreciate the meditative qualities that you can possess when you are on the bike for Centuries, Ultra-marathons and even multi-day tours. There is something to be said while you take in the scenery and center yourself on the things that give challenge, joy, love and sorrow in your life. This is the case with Bikerdude these days.

Many of you close to me know that there has been some challenges in my life as of late. One of the best things about cycling, friends with COP and friends on the longer brevet events is that we all speak the same language of long hours on the bike and the balance it brings into our lives. Call it cycling as therapy.

With the upcoming tours coming to a close in prep of TOSRV, keep your eyes out for the roving Saturday and Sunday ride schedules in the COP Newsletter and bike schedule at www.outdoor-pursuits.org. If anything, enjoy the peacefulness and camaraderie that cycling can bring.

Safe rides everyone.

Bikerdude

Cold and Fast

2008-04-29T22:10:00.002-05:00

Well, it was about 51 and a cold wind was blowing at ride start. For the first time in weeks, I wasn't on a tandem. mountain or a touring bike. Respectively, at 45,27 and 25 lbs, going to a 19 lb racing bike was like going from a Cement Truck, Pickup or station wagon to a Ferrari. Fast!

The A's had a great route that was highlighted by Pickerington Hill. For those not familiar with the area, Pickerington hill has an imposing nature to it as you can see the entire climb straight ahead for about a mile before you get to it. It allows the rider to get all pychological about gearing, how hard to push etc. Also, there is a nice little 12% section that reminds you it sucks. Alas, since it was only at mile 9 in the ride, most of the A group hustled over it, only going anerobic for a brief period.

The rest of the ride was fairly flat, albeit windy. Some of the more advanced CAT 2 types took turns beating the rest of us about the head and shoulders. They where merciful though, giving those of us built more for refrigerator lifting contests, a chance to recover before the next stretch of mid to high 20's was dished out.

At one point in our journey, on Amanda Northern, we where bufeted by some intense crosswind prompting the pace line to break into a double echelon. Thanks to Mitch, he took a pull on echelon #2 as I was getting killed by the 22mph pace into the wind. At 6'4" I'm as aerodynamic as a UPS truck and my lungs where spent. Mitch, you are a lifesaver.

Not to be outdone, Preacher Clingan took us up Marcy where we went at it in a hill sprint. The cat 2 folks took the sprint by about a million yards. It's ok, the group was breaking up pretty bad at that point. The last downhill in Lithopolis-Winchester was a great sprint fest as we took turns pushing the pace to mid to upper 30's.

We had a bit of a mishap on the final leg into Canal. As we bore down for the final sprint, George and I locked bars, sending me almost into the guardrail and George over the yellow line. We recovered after a couple of hairy seconds. The sprint was lost but your's truely wasn't wrapped around a guardrail.

Great ride by all last night. Welcome to newcommer Mike from Nelsonville. Keep coming back!

See you this weekend on Calvins Challenge and Top of Ohio Hundred!

TOSRV Stoker in Training

2008-04-22T20:55:00.003-05:00

To say I'm proud would be an understatement. Pictured above is my 8 year old stoker Owen who is perhaps, pound for pound, the best little bundle of energy a captain could want on a tandem.

Today's ride was perfect for a father and son tandem team. Very flat, beautiful temperatures and lots of folks to talk to. We started when the call for the "A" riders went out and nobody left. I knew we wouldn't hang with them long, but Owen was pyched to be out so I channeled his energy into some extra time with the fast group.

At first we grabbed the wheel of the Schuelpinator, drafting cautiously since Owen still fidgets on the back. We maintained the 18 mph pace Jeff at set up until the stoplight on Hill Road. After we regrouped and the light turned green, Mr. O and I stepped on the gas, keeping pace and, for a brief moment, leading the A's at a 22 mph clip. We where quickly eclipsed however as Basil Western inclined up from Kingy's Resturant. No matter, we had our moment.

The rest of the ride was a resounding success and quite fun. Owen spotted a Red Wing Black bird, a deer crossing the field and various other farm animals. It was fun explaining and answering questions posed about the landscape around us without going anarobic with the group. When all was said and done, Owen and I did 24.1 miles, averaged 17.1 and hit a top speed of 32 mph. Not bad for an 8 year old and his old man. TOSRV here we come!

2008 Ohio Randonneurs 300k Ride Report

2008-04-20T15:50:00.001-05:00

2008 Ohio Randonneurs 300k Ride Report

So many things set a randonneur apart from the casual cyclist. Take for instance, a “long” ride. For the casual cyclist, a long ride might be a charity event such as Tour de Cure, Pedal for Pete or even, GASP, the MS 150. For the randonneur however, a “long” ride might consist of distances such as this past weekend’s 300k. Distances such as the 188 miles of this year’s event are all but casual affairs. Those who have ridden these events in the past know that they typically involve challenges of mind, body and spirit to endure.

Those who came to the 300k undoubtedly understood the extent of the challenges that lay ahead of them. From a distance perspective, 188 miles is no casual trip to the grocery store. Add in the factor of climbing (between 9000-10,000 feet) and of course, the weather (threatening and eventually delivering rain) one wonders what is at the core of these ultramarathon cyclist hearts. Some would argue, justifiably, that we are an insane, masochistic breed with a death wish. I prefer the term “fitness oriented” with a touch of passion.

Alas, those who came to the 300k with the expectations of the continuation of the 200k where in for a big surprise. Standing in stark contrast to the 200k, the 300k had a section from Utica to Coshocton (totaling over 70 miles for both directions) which had relentless hills. After some research I found out the actual translation of Coshocton from the original population means “Pain and Sufferning”. Indeed, as one entered the area, you could tell by the hills and valleys, the high averages of the 200k and the first 20 miles of the 300k where a thing of the past. In particular, the climbs on Divan and out of Coshocton could be characterized as “leg breakers”. Each downhill, characterized by coasting into the 40’s meant a brutal punishment on the homeward leg latter in the day. These are the motivational thoughts one thinks of the day goes on.

What conversation or story about randonneuring in Ohio would be complete without mentioning the weather. For this year’s event, the forecast threatened rain from noon on, as showers. Most carried rain gear and some even had fenders in preparation of the inevitable soggy return trip from Stoney Creek. A funny thing happened though, the rain held off most of the day. For once, the weather gods waited until the final section of the course to dump on the riders. What came however, was not intermittent rain showers, but a more constant rain.

For people traveling with the middle group of riders, the rain hit as we entered the Utica control on the homeward leg. The rain had just started near Martinsburg and most had on at least a rain jacket as we all took some ectra time in the Subway located next to the control. We all donned all available clothing in preparation of the last 35 or so miles back to the start/finish. We all resolved to get someplace warm and dry upon return.

All in all, the 300k offered a great mix of hills and flats. The wind did not play much of a factor in this year’s event. The first 20 miles started with fairly flat terrain followed by hills through the Coshocton area. A reprieve from the hills came as the ride drove east toward Newcomerstown, Stoney Creek and then back toward Coshocton. The flats allowed most riders a chance at some active recovery after the challenging hills in the middle of the ride.

Congratulations to all that completed the 300k this past weekend. See you on the 400!

Return of the Glorious Weather

2008-04-06T20:19:00.006-05:00

The long overdue wait for the good weather is now over. The ride today for once did not require battling the element as well as the challenges of the route. Speaking of the route, Bikerdude took it to heart the need for some new and interesting routes in the southeast corner of the COP universe. Today's route, taken from the annals of Steve Barbour's repertoire of pain and suffering, took us out of Canal Winchester along the road less traveled. The route was not without challenge eliciting both rants and raves among the hearty dozen or so who decided to ride. Our destination, Lancaster's Four Reason's, was in the middle for 2600 feet of climb over 50 miles....more in keeping with training for Columbus Fall Challenge rather than an early season fun ride.....Oops, sorry folks.

Today saw the triumphant return of tandem riding for Bikerdude. Team Dave to Dave had an opening for a rider for this weekend's Fleche providing that individual could ride as a tandem pair. Fleche rules dicate that no more than 5 machines can compete in a given team/ride. So, with the demise of the team I was signed up for, I'm partnering with Eve Hush for the 24 hour/400k run from Fort Wayne Indiana to Columbus Ohio. Things bode well, we accomplished half the climbing of the Fleche in only 50 miles. We certainly aren't going to be competing in RAAM, but we will get the job done.

The rest of the field split up after Four Reasons, opting to forgo the 800 foot climb south of Lancaster toward Christmas Run. That group went back via Fair, Mt Zion and points due west. The rest of the group stayed together, occasional stoping for things like air (breathing), water and the randon mechainical breakdown. All said and done, everyone was back by 12:30.

Next Week, an easier ride, I promise!
Ride stats:
50 miles
2600 ft of climb
Ride start: 8:10 am

Ride Info for Sunday, Feb 10th

2008-02-09T13:43:00.000-05:00

Well, things look pretty inhospitable for a ride outside tomorrow. Bring your indoor gear for some spining tommorrow!

All signs look good!

2008-02-02T23:14:00.000-05:00

Weather will be half decent for tomorrow so it looks like we can ride outside for a change. Come with your warm wollies though because it will still be in the 30's!

Yes, it's 2 Outside

2008-01-20T07:38:00.000-05:00

Needless to say, we will be riding indoors today. Those hardy individuals that want to brave single digits be my guest, but we will stay warm to Spinervals this morning.

First Sunday Ride of 2008

2008-01-06T17:26:00.000-05:00

Temperatures rose through the 40's to top out around 50 on our ride today. It was a refreshing break from the recent single digit mornings here in Central Ohio. We had 10 riders this morning, more than expected given the threatening skies and wet roadways.

Today's route took us to Circleville via Cedar hill, Fosnagh School and Stoutsville Pike. We broke into three groups, a fast group, a B pace group and a group that chose to go to Ashville for a shorter route. The predicted flat route appeared more than flat to some. Climbs on Waterloo, Cedar Hill and Fosnaugh proved more challenging then out Holiday bloated posteriors had bargained before. The graphic above shows the elevation gain. Check out http://veloroutes.org/bikemaps/?route=6798# for an online map version of today's ride.

When all was said and done, we finished in about 3 hours for a total of 48.5 miles. Hopefully we will be fortunate enough to have this warm weather for next week.

Be Safe and Happy Riding!

New Years Day Ride: Cancelled

2008-01-01T07:48:00.000-05:00

Not exactly the way I wanted to get the year started, but with wind gusts to 35 and windchills in the teens, I'm calling the scheduled Tour de Cure ride today. Even though we got little or no precipatiation, there is a saftey factor with winds this high and wind chills this low.

We will try it again next month. See you then.

Bikerdude

2007-12-23T07:25:00.000-05:00

Another freak weather day in Central Ohio, this time the weather gods shinned down on us. Temps in the 40's when we started made it down right pleasant to ride. The group made up of Dave Brokaw, Randy Brownfield, Donna Bush, Eve Hush, Jeff Fennell, Mike Ward and yours truely managed a nice 59 mile out and bike ride.

Recently, the Prarie Grass trail was extended another 6.5 miles from London to the Franklin County line. Curently the end of the trail is at Wilson Road (see photo below):

Eventually the trail will continue past the current end through this berm. The right of way for the Camp Chase Industrial railroad lies beyond the bush in this picture. There is a nice parking lot pictured below:

Donna in the trail Parking lot.

Jeff Fennell Rolling into Cedarville for lunch.

Oops, New Camera
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Mike Ward taking a load off.

Winter Storm Warning

2007-12-16T06:51:00.000-05:00

With more snow on the way and an overnight freeze, even the indoor sessions we normally do are put on hold this week. Stay inside, keep warm and see you tuesday.

Bikerdude

This Sunday, December 16th Ride

2007-12-12T07:18:00.000-05:00

Bikerdude will be hosting some family this weekend and as a result, will be staying home this Sunday. This Sunday promises to be the first weekend in a weeks that the weather may cooperate enough to actually do a ride outside. In any event, Donna will be doing the honors of riding/leading as well as Rick Nolan (handing out the maps).

If you have the warm wollies, come out and ride.

Note: Since I will not be there, if the weather turns bad, there will be no spin class alternate.

Thanks!

Sunday December 9th

2007-12-08T17:49:00.000-05:00

With a winter weather advisory posted for bad weather through tommorrow morning, plan to spin inside at Cyclist connection in the morning.

Should be fun, see you there!

Sunday December 2nd

2007-12-02T06:34:00.000-05:00

Well, with the rain expected to continue all day we will spinn instide at Cyclist connection for a couple of hours. Bring the trainer or rollers and we will plug in a video.

Spin Class

2007-11-28T13:07:00.000-05:00

We are about a month into Spin classes at Cyclist Connection down in Canal Winchester now. We've had as many as 12 show up making for a real nice way to challenge yourself indoors. Turnout last week was light due to the holiday but we bounced back this week. I suspect we will have even more after the New Year starts.

Next week I'm planning on mixing things up a bit by doing a semi-instructor lead session of about 45 minutes. Instead of just following a Spinervals video, I hope to have a visual slide show/video with inspired music as the sound track. We'll see if I can get it off the ground.

Thanks to the regulars for showing up. Sunday's weather isn't looking too promising so we may spin Sunday as well.

Friday Novemeber 23rd Status

2007-11-23T07:03:00.000-05:00

Well, radar shows a few light snow showers well south of Westerville so the ride is still on. It's going to be a cold one though. I'll have maps available for the 30 mile route. Sorry no 62 or 100 mile route today.

Ughhh, too much turkey......

Mountain Bike Series Ride 10/13

2007-10-12T19:33:00.000-05:00

According to the COMBO website, trail conditions are wet and sloppy after the recent rains. With this in mind and wanting to prevent trail damage, I'm calling off tommorrows COP MTB Series ride.

See you next Saturday.

Hotoctober

2007-10-08T07:05:00.000-05:00

We hit the 90's this weekend for the MTB series ride on Saturday and the Sunday Canal Winchester Road ride. Yeah, that's right, 90's. The coolness of the backwoods was a nice change of pace from the constant pounding of the sun on road. Personally, this roadie needed a break and allthough the turnout was light, those of us who showed up enjoyed the fun in the woods.

Sunday had us going to Millersport and Granville. Temps rose quickly through the morning and by 11:30 it was in the mid 80's. The fast/long group got off route due to your's truly reading the GPS wrong and added 3-4 extra miles, but beautiful ones on Canyon Road outside of Granville.

By the time the fast group got back, it was 87 degrees and sweltering. We could have sworn it was an August day. Most everone else had called it a day sooner and they where wise to do so.

This comming weekend will be either our Lancaster or Circleville route unless I get creative.

Be Safe

CFC Revisited

2007-10-02T13:04:00.000-05:00

The King is Dead, Long live the King! Well, in this case, Columbus Fall Challenge. Late July saw CFC cancelled from the Fall ride schedule much to the chagrin of the rider community at large. For the first time, the culmination of training on the budget tours of Covered Bridge Century, KCBC, Ridge Runner Rambler and Newark Blue Jay would be met with an empty weekend. Initially, the ride suffered from a lack of volunteer support. Thankfully, the word spread like wildfire that the unthinkable was going to happen….no CFC for the first time in 32 years.

Luckily, the COP rider communities’ unrequieted love for hills and the Herculean efforts of Frank Seebode made CFC a reality. What normally took months of planning was thrown together in about 6 weeks…….6 weeks. This is no small feet. Consider the following list of what needs to be accomplished:

• Route from a Start location to Marietta
• Rest Stop locations along route
• Marking the route
• Budgeting for Food (rest stops, breakfast) for 2 days
• Luggage logistics
• Overnight Accommodations (volunteers and riders)
• SAG Support

…and the list goes on and on.

I’m happy to report that not only did CFC happen, it worked like a well oiled machine! Thanks to an army of volunteers, Franks dedication and the unlikely hero’s, the individual riders who decided on short notice to ride a ride of this magnitude.

The Ride

Like bookends, TOSRV and CFC mark the beginning and end of the COP cycling event calendar. With both events, the expectations for weather are preset with the rider community. “Expect the worst” are the words of caution by many of veterans for both rides. In fact, last year’s CFC was more typical, a cold morning filled with rain on Saturday with a cool but overcast Sunday. Thankfully, Frank arranged for perfect weather on both days, Sunny and highs in the upper 70’s both days.

The route for the day started out from Sugar Grove towards Logan. As the crow flies, the “easy way” one would take would be roughly 10 miles. As those of us who rode that day would find out, never was the “easy route” chosen. Instead, we tripled the mileage to Logan averaging a Sherpa’s amount of elevation gain on the way. Those of us familiar with Frank’s Randonneuring background knew this would probably be the case. By the time most have left the Logan Elementary School, SAG driver Peggie Shaw had collected a fair assortment of leg/arm warmers, jackets and the like. Peggie rejoiced in the subtle fragrance reminiscent of a high school locker room in her new Honda CRV.
Logan to Glouster was a short reprieve from a climbing and distance perspective from the previous section. Most enjoyed the longer lead outs to the hills and the, by in large, less steep sections along the way. Mechanical breakdowns taxed the facilities of Ric Nolan of Cyclist Connection fame but Ric kept most people rolling. Ric dealt with everything from poor shifting to broken spokes. Ric continued to work through repairs at the Lunch stop in Glouster.

Glouster to Chesterhill brought the riders back to reality with sets of steeper climbs. Riders had a choice of a cutoff that made day one pan out to 112 miles or a 116 mile route that was flatter. The caveat to the cut off, as this rider would learn later, is a climb that would require cramp-ons, carabineers and mountain goat to get up. For those who are in the area next time, if you see a sign for Miller Road, be afraid….very afraid. The friendly faces of Barbara, Donna, CJ, Tom and Jeff where a welcome site…..and more importantly, their water and food. Thanks folks, for meandering the countryside in search of rest-stops….no mater how much Jeff’s Tourette’s acted up.

The home stretch into Marietta was fairly relaxed. By the end of the day people where going through more water and where understandably tired. The last significant climb, about 5 miles from the end had many perpetrating hate crimes against Frank in their minds. Luckily, the cool salve of beer would smooth over illegal thoughts.

A SAG Story

My contribution to the event (other than subtle sarcasm), was to drive SAG on Sunday. For those who have never done this duty, it’s harder than it sounds. On a ride such as this you have rider abilities that range from a first century to RAAM qualified. That translates to huge time difference as the day goes by. Constant trips between rest stops and along the route are typical. The job is rewarding however, since you provide real help to those in need.

Needs are plentiful on day two. With most folks having already a full day of climbing in their legs, speeds are slower and food is essential. As a key component to the Bagel Pony Express route, the SAG drivers handed off the remains of breakfast moving forward throughout the day. Stockport, the first stop of the day, was the major benefactor of the Bagel Express.

Despite the food and the beautiful weather, signs of the ride taking it’s toll where everywhere. The faces on riders as the day wore on began to run almost as long as the line of individuals asking for ibuprofen from SAG support vehicles/rest stops. As folks pulled into the Logan rest stop, the evitable question of “how much farther *really* is it” was often asked. The stock answer of “not far” and “you’re almost there” didn’t cut it……people wanted the number if feet left, plus/minus .2%. Oh yeah, it better be completely flat too.

The last section had one last leg-breaker of hill on a road not much wider than your driveway. I had one last SAG customer on the climb, a person who got their century and was content to finish right there…..no arguments…..you better let me get into that car or I will kill you. Yeah, that person was a tough read…..

When all was said and done, 128 people took part in a two day ride that wasn’t supposed to happen at all. Thanks to an army of volunteers, Frank Seebode and all the unsung hero’s taking a pull in the front of many of paceline for making the 32nd CFC a HUGE success. Long live the King. See you next year.

Roy “Bikerdude” Burnham

Flat and Fast

2007-09-18T20:29:00.000-05:00

It was the next to the last Tuesday ride for the year and it showed. The attendance was down as people gear down for the season change, the waining daylight and the final weeks of the weekday cycling season. The capstone for things will be CFC, which promises to be a killer.

Next week Owen and I will show up on the tandem to finish out the year together. I can't think of a better way to finish up.

Be safe out there!

The First Cool Sunday Ride of the Season

2007-09-17T07:31:00.000-05:00

It's been shorts and jersey weather for so long, it's hard to fathom how to dress for riding in 40 degree weather. The temps at ride start was 42, a fat cry from the high 70's and 80's of the previous months. Most had leg/arm warmers or some sort of long sleeved jersey with tights. A few clung to shorts and long jersey's but all in all, it was weird to climb in the saddle with cool conditions.

The ride went well. We did a mostly flat ride to Millersport that ended up to be 51 ish miles, the long route was close to a metric century. The folks at the Upper Deck coffee shop in Millersport got about 8 or so cyclist wanting a little warm up and some caffine.

The sedate pace on the way out was replace with a caffine charged bolt back home over the flats od Bickle Church and Carol Northern/Western. All in all, it was a nice recovery ride for the folks who had just done Tour of Hocking Hills.

Next week we got an old standby, Lancaster via Stringtown with a short/long option (44/50). Jeff Schluep will be leading the ride. Thanks Jeff!

Upcoming Fall Cycling and Gearing up for Winter

2007-09-09T19:20:00.000-05:00

It's hard to believe the weekday COP rides will be ending soon. School has started, pools are closing and soon we will be loosing leaves. A sure fire sign the season is wrapping up is the fall tours are happening every weekend. This past weekend saw the Covered Bridge Century, while KCBC will take place next weekend.

A couple of things are happening this fall to take note of:

Alum Creek Fall Mountain Bike Series
For three weekends this fall (October 6,13,20) we'll be taking it off road at Alum Creeks Phase 1 and 2 trails. This is the third year doing this and although turnout is a little light, those who have shown up have really enjoyed it. The fall colors are out, which make it a nice diversion at the end of a long road riding season.

Canal Winchester Spin Class
Starting October 30th, Rick Nolan and I will be opening up Cyclist connection every Tuesday night for spin classes from 6-7:30. We'll have a big projector screen, music and various Spinerval videos to help us get through the winter months. Indoor cycling isn't as fun as outdoor, but spining with friends makes it more enjoyable. Bring your Trainer/rollers and jam with us.

Finally, this winter, the Sunday Canal ride will have a twist. Instead of calling the ride on the account of weather, on days of precipitation or extreme cold, we will have the option to spin for an hour or so. Hopefully, we won't have to exercise this option too often.

Sharing the Road

2007-08-13T08:39:00.000-05:00

It's hard to believe that 59,000 injuries and nearly 800 deaths occur every year due to cycling related accidents (2004 National Highway Traffic Safety Administration). I was reminded of our vulnerable and threatened status on Central Ohio Roadways this past Tuesday when a driver "brushed" our paceline. The motorist, who smelled of alcohol, pulled over and was beligerent with several cyclist in our group. To add insult to injury, a young child was in the car, listening to countless obsenities and endorfin enhanced bravado.

The real tradegy of the whole situation is that it occured at all. A cyclist is 3 times less likely to be killed in Germany and 6 times less likely in the Netherlands (Reuters, Aug. 28, 2003, by Maggie Fox). This all points to the sobering statistics of acceptance on American roads.

Regardless of the statistics, our place on the road is secured by law. It's up to us to keep it that way. It's also up to us to be ambassidors on the road. Our actions reflect what people think of all cyclist. Unfortunately, the actions of one driver does not reflect on the same on the rest of the motoring public. We have to resist the urge to flip off the rogue driver. It's hard, but the consquences can often be deadly.

Sorry for the preachy entry. Be safe out there folks.

Soggy Sunday

2007-08-05T13:33:00.000-05:00

On a day with "scattered showers" was the forecast, about 20 riders got partly wet. I guess we all had optimistic thoughts in terms of how long the rain would hold off. About halfway down to Circleville we got our first few sprinkles. By the time we left Goodwin's and got a mile or two down Stoutsville pike, it was raining.

Our group broke into various distances depending on how wet you wanted to be. A group did Ashvile and back while one did a straight line to Circleville and back. Still again, one group of 6 did the whole route as marked, coming back soaked.

The upcoming week looks to be a scorcer, bring your water bottles.

Here are the stats for the long group:

58.2 miles
1500 ft of climb
Rolling average around 18.5

Canal Tuesday and Riding Safe

2007-07-25T09:04:00.000-05:00

It was another fantastic day to ride in Central Ohio. With temps in the high 70's, low humidity and low wind, it couldn't be better. Usually, we are suffering in 90+ degree heat (or at least high 80's). It's really been a delightful season.

This weeks Tuesday ride brought us out toward Delmont and back through Lithopolis on a nice 34 mile route. There where only a few hills amounting to about 1400 feet of elevation gain. In general, the route gave us opportunities to work some climbs and hammer on some of the flats.

Unfortunately, the fast B group was reminded of the importance of safety when riding. As cyclist, we struggle for rightful access to the roadways we share with cars. Organizations such as COP, the League of American Cyclist, COBAC and others fight for our rights to remain on the roads throughout Ohio and the US. Erratic and illegal riding simply hinders this effort and reflects poorly on the cycling community at large. An incident occurred where a rider passed a slow moving vehicle on a downhill, on a double yellow line with oncoming traffic. Luckily, no one was injured but the situation could have easily turned deadly. Additionally, the actions of the cyclist where illegal. Had something happened, that individual, COP and the other riders could be sued. Lets all remember we are ambassadors for all cyclist and keep that crap from happening in the first place.

Be Safe, Share the Road.

Sunday 7/01/2007 Ride Report

2007-07-03T15:04:00.000-05:00

This was one of those days you look back on when you are riding in 95 degree heat, or 20 degree cold and say THAT was a good day on the bike. The low humidity, moderate temparatures and lack of rain made things ideal.

Well, I managed to get the maps right so everyone can read them. The two routes offered where 56 and 40 miles. Yours truely went back with 3 others on the 40. I was not really up for more distance.

Tim Fagily offered up a nice Millersport ride for this coming Sunday. Lookng forward to seeing Buckeye Lake.

See you this weekend!

Canal Winchester Summer Soltice Ride 6/26 UPDATED

2007-06-25T07:53:00.000-05:00

For those folks who ride the Canal Winchester ride normally, Donna Bush will be leading a 53 mile Summer Soltice ride tommorrow (6/26) out of the Shades parking lot. Shorter options are available. Donna will be leading the C group out early (5:30) with Jeff Schlup leading the A/B's out at 6.

This is a great ride if you can make it.

UPDATE
Here is the GPS file for the route:
SummerSolticeFile

Sunday 6/24 Ride

2007-06-22T13:50:00.000-05:00

This Sunday's ride will be another recycled ride from a few weeks past. This week we will go to Circleville again on a 55 mile route. Bikerdude has had to deal with a death in the family and a shoulder injury. No worries however, the route is an easier affair, which is good since the weather is expected to be HOT!.

Here's the Map:
Map

And for those with GPS, here is the navigation file:
GPS File

UPDATE

Well, we ended up getting pretty spread out over the ride into about 3 groups. The maps provided where less then usefull. I'll work on this route's maps a little more to make sure they are more useable for the future.

For those that did the route as marked, we ended up with about 55 miles and 1600 feet of climb thanks to Slough, the rollers on Amanda Northen and some of the hills on Bowers. Breakfast at Goodwins was good as normal.

Thanks for coming out folks!

Tour de Cure 2007

2007-06-19T13:09:00.000-05:00

Tour de Cure turned out to have as close to ideal weather as possible this year. Morning temps in the High 60's greeted all the riders, some 200+ of them. It was wonderful to see the 45+ riders who set out first on the 100 mile route. Just last year, during the inaugural run of these routes, only 15 or so tried the Century option.

When the 30/60 mile group left, with Team Carpe Velo in tow, the road was filled with cyclist as far as the eye could see. People of various ablities rode everything from single speed BMX's to tandems. Everyone was glad that the 90 degree temps predicted earlier in the week occured the next day.

Although I only volunteered as SAG driver (injuries from the 600K prevented riding), Tour reminded me of the good works taking place in front of my eyes. Every single one of these riders raised some amount of money for research to cure diabetes. No doping, no unfriendly competitions, just a group of riders out to make something happen for a good cause. It's truly a powerful experience.

No official word on the amount of money raised or attendence. Judging from the crowds, we are on par for last years numbers dispite Team Carpe Velo's smaller numbers this year. Regardless of the final numbers, the event should be considered a success.

Join us next year for Tour de Cure 2008!

The End of the Distance Season

2007-06-11T12:15:00.001-05:00

Well, it didn't end the way I would have liked, but there was a silver lining to the DNF. No nutritional/stomach problems, or diabetes related issues graced my 600k. It was the first time since the 200k that nothing happened by way of digestive issues. Only the hard luck of a crash at mile 5, a pulled leg muscle and back spasms at mile 127 derailed my attempt to complete a 600k.

The Crash
The ride started on a beautiful morning, no rain, no fog, great temps. On a long winding downhill about 5 miles into the ride, a large diameter limb crossed the road. My craptacular light, a Planet Bike dyno light, didn't shine bright enough until it was too late. At about 20mph, I went down in a pile. Not the way I wanted to start. I checked the bike and weighed my options. A couple of other riders helped me up. I decided to ride on.

The crash did a lot to caution my speed the remaining part of the unlit morning. The canopy of trees opened up as we left the Cincinnati suburbs. The temps remained cool the whole morning and was a blessing. The rest of the morning went fine, building time at each control.

Return Trip
The climbs from West Union back to Georgetown where more challenging in the afternoon heat. The combination of over 100 miles in and some larger grades took their toll. As I started to get into the 110 mile range, my left leg began to hurt. My back had been sore since early morning but I figured I just needed to man up and pedal through it. I had been riding most of the day with my friend Steve, who was a great cycling companion. At mile 127, I told Steve to go on to Georgetown. Shortly after Steve left, my back went into spasms.

Don and Phyllis Hamilton rode by a few minutes later and offered some much needed assistance. Don and Phyllis had been riding their tandem running secret controls that morning. After about 45 minutes on my back, Don and Phyllis returned with their car and drove me back to the Hotel.

Conclusions
It has been a great season. I've been able to accomplish more than any season before. Regardless, it's time to scale things back. First up, a trip to the doctor to check out the damage from this weekend. Hopefully the injuries sustained in the crash aren't too severe. Second, mileage gets dialed way back to more normal levels. So, for this dude, it's bike commuting and the Sunday rides.

Sunday Groveport....make that Canal

2007-05-20T14:51:00.001-05:00

Today was the first chance I got to actually lead a ride out of the new start location in Canal. Rick opened cyclist connection for folks to do any last minute checkups, use the bathroom etc. It was nice to have that available. Many thanks to Rick again for swinging by for a few minutes to help us out.

Today's ride was a nice change of pace from the last several weekends. There was no 5-6am start, no controls to sign into and the distance was an easy 51 mile loop in well known territory. We ended up with about 1700 feet of climb and an averge right at 17 for the B group. The route took us from Canal, through Baltimore then down to Four Reasons Cafe in Lancaster. We came back via Carol to the way we came out then back into Canal.

We broke into two groups, a B group riding at 18-20 and a C group going slightly slower. The C group took a little off the 29 mile route on the way down to beat the B group to Four Reasons. A little sprinkles fell in Baltimore but nothing that detered either riding group.

The way back was marked with the same wind that has been pestering most of the rides in Central Ohio as of late. We had gusts to 20 mixed in with a few hills on Wilson, Lamb and Mt. Zion roads. All said in done, we didn't kill ourselves but made it back to the cars by 11:30.

Next weekend, I'm planning some routes to take us toward Granville, with a Century option. Should be fun, see you there!

TOSRV 2007

2007-05-14T20:48:00.000-05:00

It’s hard to believe that TOSRV has come and gone. TOSRV is social ride of the year for Columbus Outdoor Pursuits (COP) that attracts thousands of cyclist from around the country on Mothers Day weekend. The ride is a 46 year, 210 mile tradition that is highlighted by an overnight stay in Portsmouth, on the Ohio River. The route is mostly flat with some rolling hills around Waverly/Lake White and usually sports at least one day of weather related challenges. Along the route, three rest stops provide snacks, drinks and lunch as well as much needed rest.

When I first joined COP, I learned of TOSRV and thought of it as an ultimate challenge of fitness and mental toughness. The idea of doing back to back centuries in one weekend staggered the imagination. Like many individuals who participate, TOSRV was *the* training goal of the early cycling season, if not the year. The words of warning on the application weigh heavy for the TOSRV rookie:

“TOSRV is not for the casual cyclist. To enjoy TOSRV you should have ridden at least 400 miles during the two months prior to the Tour including at least one 75-mile day. In addition, you, your bicycle, and equipment must be in top shape.”

Can I do it? Will I be able to get up the next morning and ride ANOTHER 105 miles? These are the questions I asked myself back in 2000. Indeed, many ask these questions of themselves still.

This year was the first time I had the opportunity to ride a tandem on this great tour. My stoker Donna Bush and I where well prepared along with our other riding companions Jeff Fennell and Tom Christman. We had all participated in numerous distance events and training rides ranging from metric centuries to 255 mile brevets in Kentucky. Confidence, more than ever was high.

Day 1
As it turned out, so was our average speed down to Portsmouth on Day 1. Jeff, after riding hundreds of miles on tandem with Eve Hush found himself as grease lightning on his single with his willing accomplice Tom.

Jeff Strikes a Pose

Tom "Chuckles" Christman

Donna and yours truly managed to bang out a pretty good pace as well reaching Portsmouth by mid afternoon. The heat of the day did take it’s toll as I needed to stop for some hydration and heat issues in Waverly. Thanks to Tom for grabbing a Gatoraid for me, it proved to be the pick me up I needed.

We all arrived at Chez Shawnee State, the Ritz Carlton of overnight spots on the TOSRV accommodations list. As we set up camp, Jeff questioned how many nights we where staying based on the gear we brought. Hey, what can I say, I like to sleep comfortably. We carved out our corner of the gym, showered then headed off for some dinner, a beer, a game of cornhole and some ice cream.

Camp Speed Demon

Day 2

The cold hard reality of how hard you worked the day before dawns on you in the morning when you wake up. The 5:30 lights on in the gym is the first harsh reality along with the dull muscle ache and sore posterior. The second dose of reality comes when the nice tailwind you had the day before becomes the harsh headwind of the day ahead. Such was the case with Day 2.

One thing that was apparent as we climbed out of Portsmouth at our stately 15-17 mph pace was the number of friends we made. I thought since we where by no means rock stars on the pace front, we would be pretty much left alone. Little did we know, Donna and I would be come engineers on the Recovery express.

After passing a few folks every now and then, I got the cue from Donna that we need to be careful about calling things, decelerating etc. I looked back and we had about 20 people hanging back. Since the accident on our last event, Calvin’s Challenge (see Calvins Challenge 2007 Ride Report) we had been a little gun shy to pacelines with the tandem.

One of the more interesting aspects of TOSRV is seeing how people new to the sport handle pacing, drafting and the distance of the ride. In the first leg of the trip back, a young couple broke paceline 3 times to charge ahead only to fall back to the rest of us. Even though our pace was moderate, the wind was not. In the words of the rider behind us:

Cost of TOSRV registration: $30
Cost of overnight stay at Motel 8 $164
Seeing a rookie couple get swallowed up by the same paceline 3 times: Priceless

In fairness, this is a mistake we have all made.

The wind remained constant throughout the day, some estimating at about 15 mph steady. The wunderkind Jeff remained like the energizer bunny blazing the path ahead, happy and undaunted by mother nature. As always, Jeff proved an inspiration….even as we plotted ways to slow him down! The section north of Chilicothe seemed to have the worst wind by mid-day. The pace for our tandem was down to about 14, which was about as good as we could make it. Still, many singles found us a port in the storm as we pulled a good 20 into Ted Lewis park in Circleville.

The last section into Columbus proved brutal. By then, the pain in each of our butts was getting critical. The wind remained constant but in the end we pulled in at quarter to 4. It’s done. Thank God.

Many thanks to the cast and crew of TOSRV 2007. The army of Ham radio operators, American Red Cross, COP Volunteers and everyone else who made it a reality. Hats off to Jeff, Tom and Donna for another stellar performance as well. See you next year for TOSRV 2008!

Donna and Roy outside of Chillicothe

2007 Calvin’s Challenge

2007-05-14T19:34:00.000-05:00

This year’s Calvin’s Challenge was billed as the last according to ride organizers. Knowing this, last February, a group of use decided to make one last run of it and registered for this 12 hour Ultra-endurance race. The course is a simple one, do 50 mile loops until a cut-off time, then switch to a 7 mile loop in the last few hours. Those with the most mileage “win” their class. With classes broken out by age, gender and type a bike, it makes for a fun, if not exhausting endeavor in endurance. It also makes for a nice change from the high mileage, high climb brevet events many of us have been doing lately.

The stated goal for some of us was to put up a double century. With less than 1000 feet of climb per 100 miles, this was a dead flat route. Only the wind is a major factor. A nice psychological boost for the group is that you are never more than 25 miles from your base camp. Most take advantage of this fact and line up extra food, water bottles and whatever else so you can simple refill and go. We where no different.

This year’s set up included Tom’s pop-up camper, “The Stay-Free Mini Pad”. This 150 dollar bargain brought back to life through the skills of Tom housed our gear along with a canopy tent. The all important porta-potty was also housed in Tom’s rolling estate.

Lap 1:
7:30 approached quickly and some 160 riders gathered for a mass start at Shawnee High School. The rain had stopped, but the ground was wet. Both tandems had fenders and we all carried our rain jackets. The lessons from the 200k and 300k events where to carry extra rain gear REGARDLESS of the forecast.

We all started without much problem, however the close proximity of the first 5 miles kept your’s truly on edge. There was lots of darting in and out and aggressive riding, reminding us all that this is a race, not a timed brevet or club ride. On one of the small hills we had, I had to literally push a rider with a poor line off my handlebar despite numerous warnings. Ah yes, racing. It’s been a while since I’ve been in this situation, never with a Tandem.

After stopping for a dropped water bottle and to fix a fender, the crowd thinned out. We settled into our 20mph pace content to let the fast folks hammer on or hammer past. Jeff and Eve with Tom continued on as well moving with the group experimenting with their own pacing exercise.

We all rolled into South Solon for our first checkpoint. A simple touch and go was the plan, refill the water bottles grab a banana (first of many) and keep hammering away. Like most years, the back half of the 50 seemed faster since the wind was at our backs. The few minor rolling hills also provided a nice break from the flat plain we ride in the first 30 miles.

Before we knew it, we where up and over the last rise looking over Shawnee High School with our drafting buddy Bob.

Lap 2:

The sun was out, it was getting warm, it was time to shed some excess baggage. We rolled into the Stay free mini pad and shed the fenders, a rain jacket and some arm warmers. Those who needed it used the facilities and grabbed some quick food.

We took approximately 20 minutes for our first 50 mile stop then continued on to Lap 2. The day was warming up nicely and the course was drying out. The wetness had been keeping folks from being too aggressive.

We rolled into the South Solon checkpoint with about 10-12 people in tow. We took a few minutes to fuel up and then we continued on. Jeff, Eve and Tom arrived shortly after. Our new drafting buddy Bob waited for us then continued on behind us. About 5 miles out of South Solon, Jeff and Eve stormed up and caught us. Jeff found his second wind in the form of a much needed *movement* and we gratefully grabbed his wheel. Along with Jeff and Eve came Elizabeth, a hearty New England Randonneur on their wheel.

Jeff and Eve set the pace for most of the remaining lap. It was a nice break to grab someone’s draft for a while and hang on. Unfortunately, it would not last the rest of the day.

The Accident:

The tandems changed leads a couple of times in the last 20 miles. We where working together well, pooling our strength against the wind. Elizabeth and Bob where positioned between the lead tandem of Roy and Donna with Jeff and Eve at the back. The group of us had just made a turn and where heading down a long straight stretch before the last few rolling hills. The pace remained at around 20ish and we where at mile 92, on pace to complete our first century of the day in about 5.5 hours.

In an instant, the awful sound of bikes crashing and a hard jerk at the helm of the lead tandem sent Elizabeth into a ditch and Bob down hard on the middle of the road. Somehow, Jeff managed to steer clear of the wreck while Roy and Donna brought the other tandem to a stop.

The net result of the accident was a trip to the hospital for Elizabeth where she found out she had broken a hip socket. Her injuries necessitated a week layover in Springfield and a flight home. She plans to make arrangements to pick her car up later when she has healed up. Bob suffered some road rash and a bent from wheel. The only remaining carnage was a bent disc brake and 3 broken spokes on Roy and Donna back wheel.

All said and done, this could have been allot worse. Had oncoming traffic been present, this accident would have been much more serious. A tremendous thanks goes to the race organizers John and Ann. They handled the accident with grace and an abundance of support, putting Elizabeth up when she was really down.

Celebration:

Even though we had to bow out due to the mechanical problems due to the crash, we had a good time. We found a place that served pizza and beer in Springfield then toasted the accomplishments of the day. We hoped for the speedy recovery of those injured that day and enjoyed the company of friends.

300k Ride Report 4/28/2007

2007-05-01T14:56:00.000-05:00

The last time Ohio Randonneurs got together for a brevet, the weather was in the low 40’s with driving wind most of the day. Conditions where miserable and morale was low (see the 4/14 200k ride report for details).

As promised by Bob, conditions where markedly better this time. Starting temps around 57 and abundant sunshine was forecast along with a high in the upper 60’s…..a far cry from just 2 weeks before. Spirits and expectations where correspondingly high.

The intrepid 5 of Jeff Fennell + Eve Hush (tandem 1), Roy Burnham + Donna Bush (Tandem 2) and Steve Barbour set out for the 187 mile trek with only 7700 ft of climb, a comparative easy day in the saddle next to Kentucky, the 400 + 600k routes that lay ahead. The morning air was punctuated buy the early fall of your’s truly walking over to his bike and the question of what to wear by Eve.

The ride started after the pre-ride briefing and the “Bon route” salutation we’ve come to know and love in our special sadomasochistic sport we call randonneuring. The ride was on, the weather was good and for Eve, the wardrobe question still remained a mystery. Do I wear armwarmers AND a jacket? Anything is fine Eve, really.

For this randonneur, diabetes complications played a major role in performance. I had started the day with extremely high blood glucose levels hoping to knock down those down throughout the ride. The problems persisted and nausea began to be a problem again due to hyponutrinia issues. As it turns out, the problem would not go away.

Our group of five continued however, at our modest pace toward Oxford. The route was beautiful with Sunrise occurring as we rose out of the Caesar Creek area. The 1 mile climb on Oregonia warmed us all up prompting the inivitable wardrobe questions from Eve. We offered our guidance in the form of a fur lined g-string and pasties. Surprisingly, our suggestion was not taken seriously.

The ride over to Oxford was uneventful. We picked up Tom on the way over and enjoyed a few miles with him before we parted company at Oxford. Oxford is a gorgeous town which coincidentally has a Subway, our preferred meal provider for the day. Oxford’s Subway boasts legendary customer service from a very pregnant woman and a pissed off guy demanding what kind of bread do you want. Nothing says “Customer is King” like a pregnant lady yelling at you from the chip display if you want some damn chips too. Remind me to put them on my Christmas card list. The momentary hiatus of physical activity caused our bodies to cool and thus another conversation on wardrobe. Eve was non-committal on her layers.

The trip back featured a Secret control by Don and Phyllis Hamilton, a tandem couple with quite a randonneuring background. Don and Phyllis both offered encouragement and support while signing our cars. Don mentioned that Eve looked Fabulous in her outfit and we continued on.
Waynesville came quickly and we returned to a Subway for an early evening meal before knocking out the final 100k. The weather was still good and sprits where high. It seemed we had an easy path ahead of us. Later on , this would not be true.

When you ride as much as we do, you build special friendships. You pick each other up when you are down, you take an extra long pull when some is bonking, you support each other in extraordinary ways. In my time of need, my riding partners came through for me. Kidding of wardrobe aside, my ticket was punched by the time Springfield had come. The rebounding blood sugar and stomach pains that plagued me all day had taken their toll. The majority of power coming from our tandem outside of Springfield came out of Donna. Our stop for food at Wendy’s highlighted how bad of shape I was when hypothermia, Hyperglycemia and Hyponutrinia where all hitting me at the same time. 37 miles where left.

The last 37 where the most agonizing in my cycling career. Cold, Hyperglycemic and throwing up I struggled for every mile. My riding partners stopped numerous times to wait and offer encouragement. In the end they saw me through and we all finished together. In the process though, I scared the crap out of them.

There is no way I can express the thanks to them for caring for me in what can best be described as a total meltdown. Overtraining and the limits later explained by my medical professionals and other diabetic ultra-athletes help shed some light on my condition. I will be restructuring my diet and training regime as a result and altering my major goal for the year as a result. In the end though I finished with my friends and that is the best goal I can have.

Bikerdude

Successful Failure

2007-04-23T10:32:00.000-05:00

The phrase “Successful Failure” coined by NASA after the Apollo 13 mission best describes the outcome of this weekend’s Kentucky 600k. Although we did not finish the entire 600k, we did finish 400k and walked away with several important learning experiences.

Kentucky is a beautiful place. When we first ventured down for the 400k on March 30th, we noticed just how wonderful the state from it’s picturesque countryside to it’s friendly residences……for the most part (more on that later). The 400k we did complete was the same 400 we had done just 3 weeks earlier. We felt better prepared based on this knowledge alone.

The critical success factors for this ride where somewhat different. Not only is the distance a challenge, but a 40 degree temperature swing, sleep stop logistics and overall fatigue/nutrition management come into play to a larger degree. First, the positives:

• We where able to better our 400k time by a little over an hour.
This alone is cause for celebration. We where quite slow through the controls and dealt with numerous mechanical issues. Neither posed a problem this time. The new rear disc brake performed beyond expectations and although the shifting was noisy after a while, it worked well.
• Climbing efficiency
The hills seemed better this time. This may be a result of a better tuned bike but one can’t discount the training we have been doing in this department. A lighter, stronger rear wheel also helped
• Stomach and Nutrition issues
In the 400k in March, Roy spent the entire 200k back to Shelbyville in misery. The constant nausea and persistent nutritional issues caused significant issues. Those issues did not arise till the last 50k.
On the negative:
• Nutrition/Stomach
The stomach issues did still return. Roy had severe stomach issues the last 50k that caused concern with Donna. This issue alone killed the 200k portion of the 600k and delayed us by almost an hour.
• Fatigue
Fatigue played a larger role in this event. In the last 400k, fatigue was present but not to the severity of this ride. Again, in the last 50k, both Donna and Roy struggled to stay awake.
• Saddle sores
Both Donna and Roy had significant saddle pain in the final 100k of the ride. This may be due to the amount of time we spend in seated climbs or lack of but breaks compared to a single bike.
• Hypothermia
The 40 degree temperature swing caught Roy off guard. As the morning progressed, core temps dropped. The same happened into the morning hours when we finished. An additional light jacket could have prevented this.

Overall, the event was run well. It was the exact same route as the 400k on March 30th. The only significant event to mention was an incident of road rage that occurred at the 200k mark. A pickup truck with 2 rednecks decided to throw debris at us as we left Liberty. Undeterred by missing the first time, the truck followed us and threw at us two more times, the last time, striking Donna in the head. Thankfully, Donna’s helmet and camelback kept her from getting hurt. Fearing further retribution for the crime of cycling in central Kentucky, we called 911. We gave the make and description of the vehicle as well as a partial license number. The Kentucky State Police sent a cruiser along our route, who caught up with us to get more info. No word if the driver as caught but it served as a reminder of what we as cyclist have to contend with sometime.

Next up, the Ohio 300k. See you then.

Ohio Randonneurs 200k 4/14/2007 Ride Report

2007-04-16T11:57:00.000-05:00

As Randonneurs, we tend to have an obsessive-compulsive tendency to watch the weather. After all, it effects how we dress, how we eat, how we drink and even how far we are willing to go. The challenge of Randonneuring can be most eloquently described as the nexus of terrain difficulty, personal fitness, personal nutrition, distance and weather conditions. All these conditions determine a Randonneurs overall mental toughness.

We all talk about how if just one factor becomes too great, it can make or break a successful qualifying event. This past Saturday’s 200k was just such an event. The terrain was relatively flat, the distance was easy and from a personal perspective fitness/nutrition where non-issues as well. The weather was another story.

The forecast for this event deteriorated all week much to the consternation of all who planned to ride. Weather forecasts at the beginning of the week predicted a north-westerly course of a major storm system putting Waynesville in the still wet, but warm side of the front. As forecast models evolved, the track predicted shifted south, and consequently the 61 degree prediction fell to roughly 39. In a word this was OUTSTANDING! A relentless pinging of weather.com at work throughout the week provided several data points for this paragraph.

Friday came and after a confirmation email with the RBA that the 200 was on, our group of 2 tandems loaded up and headed south in the 52 degree late afternoon sunshine…….never to be seen again (the sunshine that is). Strangely enough, the weather remained a topic of conversation along with occasional thoughts on how to deal with Hypothermia, living wills and the perpetrating the random hate crime on the local meteorologists.

The reality of attempting this ride set in with our intrepid group of four (Donna Bush, Roy Burnham, Jeff Fennell and Eve Hush) as we checked into the Creekside Motel, located in beautiful and still dry Waynesville Ohio. After check in, we adjourned to the local Amish Restaurant for some carbs where we where nearly thrown out for being too rowdy (Our apologies to Der Dutchman, the nice waitress who put up with us and any patrons in the area).

The morning came and to our surprise, Scuba gear was not needed yet. The rain had not started. A glimmer of hope could be seen in all the participants as Biking Bob did the pre-ride briefing. Bob warned about the weather turning worse but where there is hope, there is a way. Things where looking up. OUTSTANDING!

About 15 miles in, our hopes where ruthlessly dashed with the first wave of 43 degree wind driven rain. Those in our party donned the raingear and prepared for a long, hard wet day. Shortly after the rain started, we came to Bob’s Cyclocross portion of the route which required the portage of out tandem across a deep trench and bridge under construction. Most took the setback in stride as we made like a bucket brigade, passing bikes over an 8 foot trench and doing the limbo under giant “ROAD CLOSED” signs. If anything, it was an amusing distraction from the rain. One word came to mind……this is OUTSTANDING!

At the control stop in Yellow Springs we where greeted with the first looks of incredulity by the store clerks and patrons. The rain was constant and the temps seemed to have fallen just a smidge. Brevet cards where signed, coffee was imbibed, the hilarity continued toward Urbana.

Wind had not played much of a factor to this point as the first 30 or so miles kept us in valleys with some hill climbs. The wide open stretches north of Yellow Springs brought us gusty wind driven rain. At times, our tandem duo was struggling in the low teens against the relentless wind and rain. Finally, Urbana came. God loves Speedway.

A group of about 6-7 riders hit the speedway at the same time. The toll of the wind, rain and temps pretty much sucked the life out of everyone. There was no going back now, or should I say we have to go back now. 2 riders began to shiver and one decided to call it quits. One other just outside of town called it a day as well. To be fair, the temperature had dipped into the upper 30’s and ice began to mix in at times. Urbana treated us well and so did Speedway. One guy took pity on us and asked if we would like to check out the nice warm renovated depot in town. A comforting thought on an uncomfortable day.

With a tailwind and a real incentive to get this over with, our group blasted out of Urbana. Little to note on this stretch other than the regret of eating an entire large bag of Combo’s pretzel snacks on top of everything else. My apologies to my stoker Donna for the ill downstream effects.

Yellow Springs came faster thanks to the tail wind. We hit the same Speedway from this morning and tried to get warm. At this point, some 90+ miles into the ride, everything was wet. Gloves where saturated, jersey’s soaked, coats just plan damp. Riders started to shiver at stops as short as 5 minutes. Another Speedway patron took pity on us and asked if we would like to see her nice warm art exhibit on the Antioch Campus. At this point we must have looked like poster children for the Stupidity with Hypothermia Foundation. This was the second time a complete stranger went out of their way to help us get warm. We all regrouped one final time for the final push home…..and by the way, we felt OUTSTANDING!

Apart from the final run of the Cyclocross section of the route we finished with a lousy time of 11 hours. It didn’t matter though because we finished. The statistics for this ride speak for themselves:
54 signed up
27 started
23 finished
Final temp at finish 35
Total rainfall: Build an ark.

This ride, by far, had the lousiest conditions of any I have ever ridden. Hats off to those that finished or even tried. It speaks volumes to your dedication to the sport. In a word OUTSTANDING!

Donna Passed out after a shower.

The pain master/weather maker Bob Waddell

Roy trying to get his tights off

Donna chows down as Eve does toe touchies, What? 126 miles in the rain not enough exercise?

Speedway, the ultimate biker hangout.

Beautiful, Painful Kentucky

2007-04-01T20:11:00.000-05:00

Kentucky is simply a beautiful state. The moment the sun rose as we pedaled through the various hills and valleys, it became clear that this was going to be a gorgeous ride. The beauty of the Bluegrass state is matched only by the hospitality of it's citizens. Johnny Betrand, the RBA of the Bluegrass Cycling Club's Brevet series rolled out the red carpet for us. Johnny let us sleep a few hours in his room after we completed the event. His mastery of route planning and flexibility in accommodating 2 weary randonnuers in the wee hours of the morning is, at the very least comendable. This is Johnny's last year as RBA in Kentucky after 21 years, many thanks for all the things he has done for Randonneuring in Kentucky.

The expectations for the ride where high, but not impossible to reach. Donna and Roy both successfully completed a Fleche in Lenxington, Kentucky last year so the terrain was reasonably familiar. We knew we where in for at least 10,000 feet of climbing, and 248 miles...if you stay on route. Easy right?

As it turned out, the ride finished with 15415ft of climbing and due to a couple of misreads of the GPS and cue sheet, 255 miles. To get to the point, this ride kicked our Fandango's. We took 25.5 hours of the 27 allowed to complete this 400k. Considering we stopped for 4 flats, 5 chain loss/mechanical problems and 6 controls, I think we did okay.

The numbers are only half the story. In the early morning hours of the ride start, we where effected by Steve Quade syndrome. Poor Steve on last year's Fleche stopped no less than 22 times to pee. By 7am, we where already up to 3 stops. The trend continued most of the event. I'm convinced Donna wanted to "mark" the route. Pee issues paled in comparison however, to the dueling banjo's on the tandem. You see, beans and rice, carbonated beverages and lots of exercises make for some interesting gastrointestinal exchanges. Tom, you would be proud, instead of a "One man band" we where 76 trombones leading the big parade.

Mechanically, we where lest than par. We lost our chain half the time we reached for the Granny ( a gear we HAD to use allot!). We also ended up trashing the rear tire on the side wall. Thanks be to the kind tall gentleman from Tennessee who gave is his spare tire. We spent nearly 230k on a tire designed for racing bikes. At 23mm (the tandem runs 28mm) and engineered for MUCH lighter loads, my hope was to get is back to civilization. The tire was barely wide enough to cover the width of the rim. As it turned out, we pinch flatted on an unseen pothole 10:30 at night. No doubt, the extra small width and the 370 lbs of weight we where putting on where taking it's toll. The tube change was actually the psychological boost we needed. As we where swearing at the tire, a wonder full yellow lab mix came out of the surrounding night countryside to greet us. He was a playful fellow, offering his paws waling all over the wheel and bike. Strangely enough, GU packs and powergells seemed unappetizing to him as well.

The story for Roy was his unending stomach problems. By the 200k turn around I was on liquid food not being able to tolerate anything solid. By the 250K mark, vomiting was in play. By the time 300k rolled around I could barley tolerate the poweraide I knew I needed. Donna's strength as a stoker made the difference in the last 100k. By 350k I was dry heaving on every climb. Donna kicked in 110% to get us over the climbs while offering encouragement to continue.

To add insult to injury, we finished the last 100k in wind driven rain. The rain was so hard that visibility kept out speed way down on the descents making the inevitable accents a little harder. The hell ended though, successfully, because of determination of both of us to never say die.

For chuckles, here is the profile:

The "easy" day

2007-03-27T21:42:00.000-05:00

Looks can be decieving. Today's roue was planned to be flat and easy. Head out toward Baltimore, enjoy the flats, have a few laughs with our cycling breathren. Well, we did all that until we realized it was 7pm, we where almost half way through the ride and we had less than an hour of daylight left. Cue the heavy metal music, it's hammer time.

Well, the GPS routes seem to elude us as we relyed mostly on the printed maps to keep us on track. Even so, with a few cut off we pulled into Shades with 37 miles. That was after HAMMERING back via Pleasantville, Bader, Carol Northern and Basil Western. The three tandems in the group took turns pushing the pace into the mid to upper 20's. Your's truely had his tounge hanging out the last few stretchs.

Anyway, it's take it easy time. Donna and Roy head to Kentucky this weekend to do the Bluegrass Cycling Club 400k with some other folks. Should be fun, should be pain. Pass the ibuprofen......

Bikerdude

Another ideal cycling day

2007-03-25T21:17:00.000-05:00

No rain, no problem! The temps rose into the 70's and despite some wind, about a dozen or so folks ventured to Lancaster and back for about 40- 50 miles of fun. The route had some nice hills for folks on the long route. Some of the favorites like Stringtown and Slough where on the menu.

When all was said and done, about 50 miles with 2600 feet of climbing.
Dave getting limber
Ned victorious after the ride
Ned's cool stand

Eve's ready with only 16 layers on Charley Pace

Wet and Wild Century

2007-03-25T20:48:00.000-05:00

No, this is not a sesimograph, It's the Winter Century series route profile for this past Saturday. We started out in the wet, but warm Gloryland Church parking lot. It had stopped raining but the combination of no fenders (except Bob), standing water and grime turned everyone brown.

It turned sunny and 70 by afternoon and the folks on the century route enjoyed the the beautiful countryside of New Lexington, Sayre and other small towns along the way. The story of the back leg of the journey was the wind. The constant headwind kept our speeds down in the final 15 miles to about 14 mph. Folks on the 67 and 48 mile routes had similiar experiences. Jeff had a flat tire while a newcomer to the group suffered a broken cleat at the first few miles.

Anyway some photos of our intrepid group:

Ride Stats:
7246 feet of climbing
100.5 miles
6:45 ride time.

For another ride report, check out Bikin Bob's website at http://bikinbob.ohiorand.org/

Hill Day at Canal

2007-03-20T20:48:00.000-05:00

The dreaded Pickerington hill was on the agenda along with some smaller climbs today. Usually our painmasters Donna and Steve reserve the big stuff for a little later in the year. It's all ok, we needed the work to keep us warm. Temps at ride start where in the upper 40's with the finish at right around the 40 degree mark. The consensus over dinner at Shades afterwards was that we all needed an extra layer. Maybe after last week's 70 degree ride we all got a little cocky.

A's did 29.5 with B's coming in at 24.5, C's ended with around 20. Not bad for 1.5 hours worth of work. Your mileage may vary, but fun is for all. Ride profile below is for the 24.5 route:

Total Climb: 1400
Distance: 24.5
Time: 1.27

What a difference a day makes

2007-03-18T15:41:00.000-05:00

No snow, no mid teen windchills, just abundant sunshine and a typical March nip in the air. That's the best way to describe the ride today out of Groveport. Temps maxed out in the 40's and we had a great tailwind down to Circleville. Goodwin's was our brunch stop where we tanked up with things we shouldn't eat (Peggie, you missed the bacon).

We had two tandems, several singles and allot of fun in the sun. Weather looks to improve this week, hopefully we won't need too many layers next weekend.

Ride profile and stats below:

Climbing ft, 2500
Distance: 57 ish, depending on which liar you ask
Ride time: 3:30

Winter's Last Stand

2007-03-17T21:29:00.000-05:00

The cruel reality of March set in this morning as temperatures hovered in the mid 20's with windchills in the the teens. Just 3 days prior, the mercury rose to the mid 70's, we wore jersey's and shorts and life was good. This morning we wore tights, windpants, jackets long sleve jerseys and heavy gloves.....crap.

The ride was not without incident. The planned routes where 48 through 100 miles over hilly terrian. Well, on approach to to Duffy hill, the road became unpassible to bicycles. The snow that had been falling all morning made it unsafe to continue. With a mere 2o or so miles, we retreated to Four Reasons in Lancaster to wait out the weather.

On the way back the ride start Jeff and Eve had a minor crash. No serious injuries but it further underscored the fact that we shouldn't have gone out in the first place. Jeff took some photos of his tandem after he and Eve got back. Strangely, they had shifting and braking problems:

Well, here's the profile for today's lunacy:

First Weekday Ride of the Year

2007-03-13T20:50:00.000-05:00

The fun meter was definitely pegged. What an awesome day and awesome ride. 70 degree ride start temp with abundant sunshine. Is it still March? Looking at the crowd, just about all of us where in full summer trim, shorts and jersey's only. No booties, no jackets, mittens not even any toe warmers......weird.

It was great to see folks again after the winter layoff. Most folks where juiced to ride and really enjoyed the ride. This year's group will have at least 2 regular tandem teams, Jeff and Eve as well as yours truly and Donna.

The first ride of the year was a fairly flat route with only Elder and the slight climb on Waterloo. Choices where 15, 22 and 27 miles since we only had 1.5 hours of ride time. Wind was a small factor but not too bad.

The single most addictive thing about tandeming is the speed and there was plenty of that tonight. Jeff and Eve swapped leads with Donna and I throughout the back third of the course culminating in the always fun Lithopolis hill into Winchester. Donna and I tried for a max speed run and ended up with 38 mph after spinning out. Tom maintained pace with us the whole way. Rock on Tom! Watch out for that guy....

I'm beginning to rue the day I put the bike computer on the stoker handlebar. At one point Donna asked "Why are we slowing down?". Well, the answer was we where a little tired after that stretch of 31 mph on the flats. Several times when the speed dipped I felt Donna surge us forward, particularly on hills. My god, we've created a MONSTER! Sorry Peggie, I'll bring that bungee next ride.

If the weather holds, New Albany starts up this week. Elements of today's group will be there. Good luck to those venturing out. Saturday is Century day out of Gloryland Church. Come for the fun, stay for the pain.

Take it easy folks. Ride stats and profile:

1246 feet climbing
27 miles (15 and 22 on other routes)
Ride start 6pm
Ride Finish 7:30pm

Pictures from the Groveport 3/11/2007 Ride

2007-03-12T04:51:00.000-05:00

Many thanks to Jeff who took this pictures on yesterday's ride:

Sun Sweet Sun

2007-03-11T16:04:00.000-05:00

Wow, 50's and Sunny......In Ohio? Get out of town. That hasn't happened in months! Well it happened for the first time today. We started around 30, but the sun warmed us nicely by the time we hit Lancaster. Today's ride had some nice climbs, some nice decents and some good flats as well. We did Stringtown, Revenge backwards and some other smaller hills.

We ended up with about 66 taking us from Groveport to Lancaster, Amanda back to Groveport. We had a great turnout, including three tandem teams: Bob+Patti, Jeff+Eve and Donna with yours truely. Several solo riders showed up including Tom on his new superfly ride Trek 2300, Randy Brownfield sporting new low spoke count wheels, Dave M., Peggie and Ned. Thanks all for coming out with us. Sorry Peggie for the bait and switch on the miles (really).

Word spread fast about Andrew Hall and his accident on Bob's Century series ride yesterday (3/10). Andrew suffered a broken collar bone at the hands of driver who didn't see him in the rain. Word has it that Andrew is already crazy missing a day like today. Lets all wish Andrew a speady recovery for his Wisconsin Ironman.

See many of you for the Tuseday Canal ride. Weekday rides are here!!!

Stats and ride profile below:

Climbing feet: 3400
Distance: 66, depending on whic computer/liar you talk too.
Time: 4 hours ride time.

Glorious weather, kind of....

2007-03-10T16:34:00.000-05:00

Well, it rained about 4 miles in, then kept raining the whole time but it was still wonderful. The ride from New Albany to Granville introduced our two tandem teams and two solo riders to a nice mix of hills and flats for about 48 miles. It was nice not to put on 3 layers.

It was pretty cool to get more used to the aspects of climbing with a tandem. Donna and I attempted to stand together and climb in a few spot but became unstable. Perhaps more practice and less rain will help.

Jeff and Eve where speed demons on the decents, topping the mid thirties with their 54 X 13 gearing. We where all hard pressed to keep that pace on the downhills. It was great though to have another tandem team to reference for technique and pace.

Tommorrow, we ride at Groveport. The weather promises to be absolutely wonderful and we are planning a longer loop through Lancaster with some climbs. Stringtown road and 769 are on the docket. I can't wait.

Keep the rubber side down.

Shakedown ride

2007-03-04T19:31:00.000-05:00

The first ride on the newly upgraded tandem was an unqualified success! Many thanks to Jeff again for his advice and help on sizing, fit and all things mechanical. Without his help, I think we would have made some bad choices. Jeff's encouragement has been awesome as well.

The ride was cold and windy. With the wind whipping as much as it was, it seemed like the new tandem was a slow machine. A quick reality check with our two other ride partners confirmed that it was tough going regardless of your ride. Gusts in the 20's, temps in the 20's and multiple layers all played a part.

We made a few adjustments along the way, and I have to adjust numerous little things based on the ride but one thing became very clear, this setup is going to work for us. We hit 27mph on the Lithopolis hill without much effort and the climbs went really well. We did 1100 feet over 24 miles in the cold, with headwind. We climbed at a decent randonneur pace without taxing ourselves. the Kentucky Brevet at the end of the month should really put our climbing ablities to the test. One of the benefits of this particular frame is that it is stout. Small triangles, MTB beefy gusets mean that all your energy is put to the pavement on those climbs. The combined weight of Donna's ride and mine confirm that the tandem is no heavier. Let the hill climbs begin.

We are really looking forward to the upcoming weekday rides to shakeout more of the bugs. Next week Canal Winchester and New Albany start up. We might just give those A's a run for their money.

Tandem Reborn!

2007-03-03T17:37:00.000-05:00

Well, it took countless hours and allot of patience, but here it is, the tandem reborn. The Tsunami tandem pictured above orginally started life as a family tandem set up with 26 inch wheels, downhill suspension fork, child stoker kit and flat handlebars. The thing weighed about as much as a Harley....

2 months ago, I did a test fit with my riding partner who will be doing PBP with me and figured that this MT tandem was the only frame geometry that could handle the size diferential between us (about 14 inches!). The test fit confirmed we where in business.

Off came the heavy MTB wheels, downhill suspension fork, flatbars, levers, barends and low MTB gearing. In the place of those components went a tandem rated carbon cyclocross fork (700c), Cyclocross drop bars, stoker drop bars, rebuilt 700c rear wheel with brake adapter and Road friendly 52,42.30 by 12-32 gearing (8-speed). The difference is amazing, about 10-12 lbs!

We do the first shakedown ride tomorrow. For those curious, here are the final specs:

Frame: Tsunami MT tandem (2004)

Fork: EVO Cyclocross Carbon (Tandem Rated

Wheelset (f/r) Mavic MA3 700c 36 Spoke on Shiman Deore/ Sun CR18 700C on Suzue Tandem 48 spoke (both laced DT Champion Straight 14 guage spokes)

Front derailuer: Shimano LX, Top pull Mega range 9 speed

Rear Derailuer: Shimano Deore 9 speed

Crankset: CPI Tandem 110/74 BCD, 175/170mm crank

Gearing: 8 speed 12-32 rear freewheel, front 52X42X30, 40 tooth timing rings

Chain: Sram 8 speed

Shifters: Dura Ace 8 speed Bar-con

Brake levers: Shimano Ultegra

Handlebar (Captain/Stoker): Salsa Moto Ace Bell lap 46cm/ Schwinn 40cm

Seatpost (Captain/Stoker): Kaloy 30.6, Suspension Arieon

Seats: Specialized Body Geometry

Tires: Contentail UltraSport 28mm

Headset: Chris King

Stem: Kore 115mm

Brake Rear: Avid Short 6 w/mavic brake adapter (26->700c)

Brake Front: Shimano v-brake

Other:

Garmin GPS (Captain)

CateEye Astrale (Stoker)

Bartape: Cinelli Cork (Captain), Bontrager (Stoker)