Heartbreak Double Century 2014 Report - A true heartbreaker

At the finish at the Host Hotel. Boy, was I glad to be done with this one!

This past weekend, May 17, 2014, I participated in the Heartbreak Double Century, a difficult ride featuring 202 miles, about 16,000' of climbing, and this year, high winds and heat. It didn't go as planned — Paul Chuck and I were scheduled to do the Triple Crown Stage Race on the Tandem, and the Heartbreak is the #2 installment in the Three Event Stage Race Series. Paul had a bike accident mid week and had to pull out of the series. I decided to forge ahead alone, on the single bike, to duke it out with the rest of the crew. Unfortunately, I'm DQ'd from the series, as once you start the series on a tandem with a particular partner, you must complete the series on tandem with that same partner. seems a little harsh and unfair. Oh well, I paid my money, I'm mentally and physically prepared, so time to suck it up and go for it. I completed the ride in a time of 12 hours 24 minutes, which was good enough for 9th overall on the day. I had a top 10 goal, but mid-ride, it didn't look like it was going to happen, I'd set my sights too high! I wilted in the heat, but persevered. Here's how it went down:

After Paul C gives me the negative on his ability to ride, I'm devastated. We'd planned on this series being a focus event for the year. The particular events this year are somewhat tandem friendly. It may never happen again, and by the time it does, I'll likely be pushin' up daisies. We had a good run last week at Central Coast Double Century, round one, posting a decent time even with two flats, and we were ready to do even better at Heartbreak with a clean run. So I have to deal with the changes and disappointment. I contact my friend Carl Sanders (currently second place in the series) and arrange a carpool. We travel to Palmdale, CA on Friday afternoon, and check into the host hotel, the Holiday Inn Express.

Dinner, check in, pin numbers, prep bikes, socialize with riders, the usual stuff, and hit the rack early... But not before Carl and I discuss rest stop strategy. Where to stop, which ones to skip, etc. In morning, it's a frantic breakfast. I head to the lobby for 2 cups of coffee, and bring them back to the room. Carl has some cold cereal, and I have some bread pastries, with PB & J, some yoghurt, and a banana. More coffee from the room pot. Wheel the bikes down the hall, take the elevator down to the lobby, roll out the door to the start.

Me 'n Mister Sanders at the start. Good to get a shot now, since I won't be seeing him all day.

Gathering at the start, ready to go. Deborah Bowlin (red t-shirt) gives final instructions.

Game on, we start at 5:15 AM, in the pre-dawn light. The first task is about 20 miles of gradual uphill into a 10+ mph headwind. Anyone who thinks the top Double Century riders aren't legit, would be in for a good lesson here. The average speed for the first 20 miles, uphill, and into the wind, is near 21 mph. A select group of riders, about a half dozen, do the work at the front, while the rest of us just hang on. I'm just at the tail of this elite group, in good position. After the first few miles, the group is down to about two dozen. On the short, steeper rises, my power meter is reading 450 Watts. On a double century, I should never go over 300 Watts for short efforts, and on longer efforts, the number should be much lower. It's a time bomb.

The lead group, stretched out single file, plows into the wind, uphill, at 21 mph.

At about mile 25 there are a couple of stiff, but short climbs. I'm mid group, and there is a split. An elite group of 12 drops the other half. I'm at the tail of the lead group. I know these guys are faster than me, but my goal, which I now realize is optimistic with this crowd, is top 10. I know I should ease up and stay with the second group, but I forge ahead anyway, only to be dropped shortly, to be left in "no man's land."

Cal Erdman drops a water bottle, and circles back to retrieve as he knows he cannot continue with one bottle. The front group is drifting ahead, and as I watch Cal recover and try to chase down the lead group, I follow his wheel for a bit, then realize it's futile. Cal isn't going to catch those guys, and neither am I, so I let Cal go and watch him struggle to catch. He doesn't.

Prior to the ride, I thought about a plan to skip the Lebec rest stop, at mile 50, to save time, if I had enough fluid, since it was off course a bit and would consume too much time. But water consumption was too high during the hard early effort, so it would not be possible to skip that stop. However, since I'm dropped and alone, I decideto stop at the early 30 mile rest stop, top the fluids, then try to blow past Lebec, at 50 miles, without stopping. An alternate strategy that could work.

I stop, and Eric Hjort, a rider from Oakland, CA, also rolls up, we both top off and continue together. Eric is a big, strong rider, and we ride together for a bit, and try to help each other, but it seems there is a bit of a mismatch. I drop Eric on the climbs and descents, but he's much stronger on the flats. I decide to stay with Eric and work together. After we get over the "Old Ridge Route" with a shitload of climbing, we pass Quail Lake, with Eric doing most of the work.

Eric is a big, strong Lad, and tows me along Quail Lake before the climb to Gorman, CA.

As Eric and I climb to Gorman, along the Grapevine near Hwy 5, I look over my shoulder, and see the second group behind. Well, crap, I should have just stayed with this group and saved some matches. Eric and I ease up and let the group catch us. We latch on and forge ahead to Gorman.

The second group catches Eric and me before Gorman, and we latch on.

Further up the road the group stretches out. Final rider is Peter Stark. I won't see him all day until the end, and we'll finish together.

As we pass through Gorman, one rider in the second group takes off. The rest seem to soft pedal, nobody wanting to chase. Then one rider goes, and I follow. We drop the rest of the group and catch the rider in front as we roll into Lebec. I make a major mistake here as I am not sure of the turn. I want to skip the Lebec rest stop, but I am not certain about how to do that. I stop and review my cue sheet, wasting precious seconds, as the rest of the second group catches and passes. Once again, I've gone off the front, wasting matches, then getting caught. May as well be banging my head against a light post.

I begin the climb up Frazier Park Mt. Road, leaving the second group at the Lebec rest stop. Cal had stopped at Lebec, and passes me part way up. I can't hang with him and I don't try. He's focused on trying to chase down the leaders, a big task.

Soon three riders from the Fremont Bike Team pass me at a pace I can manage, so I latch on. These are three good riders working well together, and I stay with them up the big climb toward the 3rd rest stop, Frazier Mt. Park Rd, that heads West from The Grapevine.

We come upon Cal, who is stopped at an intersection, doing some route finding, and we catch him as he is consulting the cue sheet. I can relate! Once he's back on track, he makes quick work of catching and dropping us. Considering how much time he's lost now, he does well to move up and finish 5th, making up much time on the latter half of the course.

Three riders from Fremont Bike Team set a good pace up the climb.

Next we have a wicked steep descent, up and over a bump, followed by another climb up to Rest Stop #3 at Apache Saddle. The Fremont boyz can all ride, and it's fun descending with them, but I let them go on the steep climb up to the rest stop. I arrive, and do my usual quick in 'n out. I leave ahead of the Fremont guys.

The next stretch is fabulous on Mil Potrero Hwy. Gorgeous, remote terrain, with vistas for miles. Just spectacular. I'm alone, but thoroughly enjoy rolling along the ridge, up and down, taking in the spectacular view of the valleys, plateaus, canyons, and flat lands thousands of feet below.

Fabulous riding along Mil Portrero Hwy

Vistas form Mil Portrero

The beautiful Mil Potrero Hwy

A long, fun descent to Hwy 33 follows, and I pass many of the Century riders.

Descending to Hwy 33. Photo courtesy Highway One Photos

Then continue West on 33, then turn South. Crosswind here, and I'm not going well. Fatigue is setting in. I'm just at 100 miles and fading badly. Uh-Oh. I remind myself that the first 100 miles has been into the wind and features nearly 10,000' of climbing... but it doesn't make me feel any better.

The Fremont boyz catch me, and make an obvious effort to blow past me such that I cannot get on. I respect that, so I don't jump and join them. They are doing their thing as teammates and don't want another rider. They disappear in the distance... I'm depressed and alone, fighting the wind, feeling like I am going backwards. I truly miss being on the tandem here, for its superior speed on the flats, and the guaranteed company of another rider!

I'd decided to skip the upcoming lunch stop, so I roll through, passing the Fremont Boyz, thinking I have enough water to make it up Heartbreak Hill. It doesn't occur to me at the time that Heartbreak Hill has earned its moniker for a reason. I continue on, and enter a gorgeous Arroyo.

In the beautiful Arroyo after blowing past the lunch stop I try to pretend all is good.

I turn left on Lockwood Valley road to begin the long ascent of Heartbreak Hill. Boy, did I misjudge the water. I've got maybe a half bottle, and I have this huge, scorching hot climb ahead! I'm f%$#ed! Well, as I roll ahead, I see a vehicle pulled over with what looks like a couple dudes with water jugs. Huh? Is that a mirage? Is it a miracle? Turns out Debbie Bowlin (event organizer) has placed a volunteer at the base of the big climb with some water jugs and ice! Halle-f'n-lujah! I top off and carry on. Nonetheless, the legs are done. I crawl up Heartbreak Hill, and it gets steeper and steeper. I'm still passing all the century riders, but I know the double century riders behind me are gaining ground. I'm hurting.

Heartbreak Hill. It goes up and up, steeper and steeper, switchbacks, through the notch on the upper right, then climbs more.

I finally get over the top of Heartbreak and cruise into the rest stop. One volunteer there, a cheery and very friendly woman, decides to take care of me. I get a soda, some food, fill my bottles, and whip out my "ice sock," fill it with ice, strap it around my neck, and I get under way. I cool down and feel some relief, though I still don't seem to have much power. It's really hot, and I'm really tired.

I slog along the rollers and descents, and now the Westerly winds start to become favorable. It's a long, fast descent to Lebec, with a few uphill rollers. We are intermingled with the Century riders at this point, so there are people to ride with, though I don't really get much help.

Once in Lebec, I again skip the stop and head up the climb to Gorman. Nothing in the legs. A triathlete dude, Colin Stokes, who was in the original fast 12 group passes me, as he'd apparently stopped in Lebec. I'm thinking, here we go, I'm going to get passed again and again, as I'm cooked and moving very slowly.

I continue on to Gorman, down along Hwy 5 at the Grapevine, then on to Old Ridge Road, where I face a big climb. I crawl up this thing, with no energy. I don't know my position, maybe top 10, maybe not. But one thing for sure... I will lose many places if I don't keep moving at a good clip.

Near the final rest stop with 30 miles to go, Alfredo Tadeo passes me on a climb. He does a huge sprint by me to make sure I can't get on, then nearly collapses over his handlebars. Kind of a bone head move, there is no way I'm going to to grab his wheel, even if he passes me gently. I arrive at the final stop, bummed about being caught. I fill up my ice sock again, fill bottles, and then I am devastated, as three more riders arrive at the stop. And I know there are many more coming! The hounds are on the chase, and I'm weakened prey.

I get my sorry ass out of there and get on the road. Peter Stark passes me convincingly on a climb, and I congratulate him on a strong finish. But I decide it's time I quit feeling sorry for myself and Harden the F^*% Up. I increase my speed and ignore the signals of pain from my body. I catch Peter, and figure if we work together, perhaps we can avoid being caught by the others. Peter is cooperative, and a good guy to ride with.

I take a wrong turn, trying not to miss the turn we were warned about, overcompensating. Immediately, I question myself, and consult the route sheet. Nope, wrong way, so I get back on the route with Peter and we forge ahead, unfortunately losing a couple of minutes, and making it easier for the chasers to catch.

Then Alex Berthillier catches us. Crap. But... turns out Alex is super strong. He gets out on the front and just drills it. He doesn't seem to care whether or not Peter and I contribute, and tows us along at nearly 30 mph on the slightly downhill, tailwind section. I somehow get my legs back, knowing I need to stay with this group and keep moving. We finally roll back into Palmdale, just a half mile from the finish, and we miss a stop light. As we wait for the green, Eric, who I rode with early in the day, catches us, demonstrating how fast he was rolling on the final section. In the last 20 miles, I do like two pulls, Peter does none. Alex carries us all the way in. A big shout of thanks to Alex!

Alex and Peter wait at a stoplight in Palmdale. Eric catches.

We roll into the finish together, check in, and discover we share a 9th place finish. I didn't think it possible, but I did preserve my goal of a top 10 finish.

Epic hard day.

Check in at the finish. Fast guys already cleaned up. Left in black shirt, Cal Erdman 5th, foreground red shirt, Max Mehech 3rd, right green shirt, Carl Sanders, 2nd. Colin Stokes, in blue in back, 7th. Julie Stokes in green top. Not pictured, Joel Sothern 1st, Brook Henderson shared 3rd with Max Mehech, Rod Palomino, 6th, Alfredo Tadeo, 8th Lori Hoechlin 1st F (14th overal), Kirsten McDaniel 2nd F 24th overall.

9th Place finishers, 12:24, (l to r) Peter Stark, Alex Berthillier, Paul McKenzie

After a good dinner, and some socializing, Carl and I hit the rack for some sleep. We head back Sunday morning to check out the trains on Tehachapi Loop where a train passes through a tunnel, then loops back around over itself. Look closely at the photo and you can see the train in the tunnel on the right side of the image, literally passing under itself. Incredible. We talk more about trains and geology on the ride home, than bike riding. Next up... Mt. Tam Double, on the home turf.

SRCC Healdsburg - Pt. Reyes 300K 2014 Ride Report

Rolling along Hwy 1 Photo: Sarah Schroer

On April 12, 2014, I participated in the SRCC Healdsburg - Pt. Reyes 300K Brevet, with Sarah Schroer, on the tandem. Sarah and I have done two very successful 200K rides so far this year, and we decided to take the leap and ride a 300K. We had a fast ride to Pt. Reyes, with some excitement along the way, then on the return, we had some difficulty, mostly with the Captain's legs. However, we persevered, and still finished the ride in 10 hours 23 minutes overall time. This may have been a course record if not for our companions, and good friends, Marc Moons, Carl Sanders, and Miguel Sanchez, who finished just a bit in front of us. Also along with this motley crew, were Scott Duncan and Eric LaFranchi. The support from Bob Redmond and his staff of volunteers was superb. And the weather and winds were kind. Here's how it went down:

The group assembles at Scott Duncan's work place in Healdsburg (Thanks Scott!), we collect our brevet cards as usual from Bill and Evelyn Ellis. Bob Redmond gives a few instructions, and we're off at 6 A.M. sharp. I choose to use only a minimal lightweight headlamp, and this turns out to be a questionable decision. I figure it will be dark for maybe 15 minutes, but due to the somewhat heavy overcast layer, we have close to an hour of riding before it is really light. This is a concern, especially on the tandem, when roads are in bad shape. A big pothole can cause a pinch flat, which isn't a good way to start the day.

We stay with the group and follow behind those with bright lights. The pace is modest, but fine for the early miles. After about an hour of riding, it's sufficiently light, so Sarah and I roll to the front and begin to tow the group of about 35 riders along. While we increase the pace, I feel that we'll keep it mellow enough so that the majority of riders can stay on for the first 30 or so miles out to the coast. Give 'em a good tow, as they say! On West Dry Creek, I look back and am shocked to see that we've gapped the group, except for Marc Moons, Carl Sanders, Miguel Sanchez, Scott Duncan, and Eric LaFranchi, a.k.a."The Usual Suspects."

The "Usual Suspects" follow the McKenzie/Schroer Tandem Photo: Sarah Schroer

We converse about the weather, and Sarah announces she feels the overcast will burn off by the time we get to Guerneville. I say something about liking her optimism. We are later to learn she is right, however it is the second time through Guerneville, on the return, that it is sunny! Sarah has a new Smart Phone, so we decide she'll take a few photos to document the day. She's having fun playing with the camera and getting shots of the group.

As we roll toward the coast on Hwy 116 something very interesting happens. A 4WD pickup passes, and a fellow in full Camo Outfit, leans far out the window, torso fully out of the vehicle, while his driver slows down, this Gent calmly gives us a thoughtful dissertation on why bicycles ought not to be on the road. It creates a danger, he says, and cyclists always seem to choose the busiest roads, etc. etc. When he is done, he punctuates his monologue with an emphatic middle finger international salute. The truck then speeds off.

We're all flabbergasted! What just happened? Usually it's just a few four letter words followed by the finger. But this guy felt he had to explain himself. We all decided to give him a little credit for at least fully letting us know why we were about to receive the finger. We also theorize that perhaps they'd had a bit of difficulty passing the larger group behind us and we were then the victims of that frustration.

Rolling down the coast past Goat Rock, the views are incredible. While it is overcast above, we can still see the water, the rocks, the sand, the surf, the sweeping curves, and everything else that makes this stretch of road so incredible to ride. The traffic is light as it is still early. I truly love this stretch of road, in either direction.

We roll into Bodega at mile 50 just a few ticks after 8:30 AM. We stop and take care of business, a little food and water, receipts, bathroom stop, etc. After maybe 10 minutes, we are on our way, our group still together, the tandem towing the rest of the crew along.

The group at the control in Bodega Bay

Later, down the coast, we have a harrowing incident. A box truck passes us, then suddenly cuts off the tandem at the front of the group. Sarah and I are maybe a foot from the white line, there is no shoulder. As the van cuts us off there is nowhere to go. Just as the van is about to hit us, I make a violent correction to the right. I remember going on instinct, looking down at the front wheel, and the white line, while watching the van with my peripheral vision. I place the front wheel literally 1" from the edge of the jagged pavement while the van brushes my shoulder. I see we have bushes on the right, and should the van bump us off the road, that's where we'll go. I have an escape plan, and we'll eject if we have to. I know if that happens, it'll be a soft landing, but it'll be a crash, and we'll have at least a few twig scratches. So I elect to thread the needle and keep the bike upright. The coolest thing about this incident, is that Sarah is perfectly composed. She is silent, just stays with the bike, stays balanced, and within a couple of heart beats, it is over, and the box truck is gone. Phew, we made it. We're not sure if this was an intentional move. More likely, it was a car coming the other way, and the van realized it was either a head on with the car, or run the cyclists off the road. He chose the latter.

Looking across the Lagoon near Pt. Reyes. Photo: Sarah Schroer

The group's enthusiasm is in no way diminished by this incident and we roll through Pt. Reyes Station, still making good time. I mention to Sarah that this may be the first time I have ever ridden right past the Bovine Bakery without stopping! We then head out toward South Beach and the views are splendid. The overcast skies create such nice saturated colors. The road is rough here and there, but traffic is light - a worthwhile compromise. We roll into the lunch stop and Bob Redmond and Jean Martin have a wonderful feast set up for us. Sandwiches, fruit, veggies, chips, pretzels, Cokes, V8, Hammer Nutrition drinks... everything! Incredible! Is this really a Brevet? And even chairs to sit on! Truly amazing, and we all take some time to settle in and enjoy this stop! Thanks Bob and Jean!

Bob Redmond and Jean Martin at the Lunch Stop. Photo: Sarah Schroer

Scott Duncan and Carl Sanders enjoy a civilized "sit down" lunch. Photo: Sarah Schroer

Eric LaFranchi and Sarah Schroer fuel up while Bob and Jean look on. Photo: Paul McKenzie

After a bit we start to get a little cold and decide to head out. After towing the group for most of the 100 miles to the lunch stop, Sarah and I are feeling a bit fatigued. I realize I am not fully recovered from the previous Sunday's Nifty Ten Fifty. We struggle a bit and fall behind Marc, Carl, and Miguel. Eric dabbles with chasing the group ahead, while Scott stays with us. A highlight of our day is seeing Bill and Evelyn on their Red Tandem, rolling out toward the lunch stop as we returned. They are doing a shorter route out and back to the lunch stop from Pt. Reyes after checking everyone in at the start.

We also see the next group of riders on the way to the Lunch Stop. Near the front is Lisa McPhate, and I give her a loud cheer, as I'm delighted to see her riding near the front of the next group behind us! Out 'n Backs are fun because we get to see the outbound riders as we begin our inbound leg.

Marc and Carl end up drifting ahead quite a bit, but then decide to ease up and wait for us. When we catch, Marc asks, meaning no harm, "Did you guys have a mechanical or something?" "No." I say, "This is just about as fast as we can go!" I have much respect for Marc Moons. A very strong rider but always willing to wait and help. Same with Carl.

Marc, Carl, and Eric make a gallant effort to try to tow the tandem along, but it's nearly impossible for single bikes to tow a tandem along the type of rollers we find on the coast. It's a dark time for me. I feel I have no power, legs are done. When I push hard to make it over the tops of the roller climbs, the legs just scream in pain. I try the Jens Voigt "Shut Up Legs!" routine, but that doesn't seem to work. I let out some grunts and groans of displeasure and frustration, which I later find may have been misinterpreted by my stoker!

We are slow as molasses up the climbs. I feel like I don't remember them being this big on the outbound. Rollers aren't rollers anymore. Bob Redmond warned us about the climbing on this ride:

"...we would hate to classify the ride along the Pacific coast and out to the Lighthouse as just rollers. Maximum elevation is only 500', but it adds up." 

These words turn out to be prophetic, as the tally from doing "rollers" all day is in excess of 9,000'. Bill Ellis refers to this type of terrain as "Above Category Rollers."

My feet are killing me from "hot foot". Sarah and I are both silent. All I want to do is make it to Diekmann's Bay Store at mile 150 and get off the bike for a bit, massage my feet, stretch, drink a Coke, and eat something.

Sarah tops of liquids at the Control. Photo: Paul McKenzie

It seems like forever, but we finally make it there and the break feels just great! Back on the bike I feel rejuvenated. The coastal views on the return are just as spectacular as the sun breaks through, although harder to enjoy with the increased afternoon traffic.

Marc, Carl, and Miguel drift off the front, while Scott and Eric elect to stay with the Mother Ship. We roll up the coast, and I'm now feeling a bit better, while Sarah continues to ride strong. I figure once we get to Goat Rock, it's pretty easy going to the finish.

After Goat Rock we descend toward Jenner, then up and over the small climb on Hwy 116. After that we have good speed along the Russian River. I figure with a good effort, we may be able to close down on the leaders. I fancy Carl and Marc will likely drop Miguel and perhaps we can at least bring Miguel back onto our sight. We pedal the final miles and all of us are ready for this 300K to be over.

Marc and Carl finish in 10:14, Miguel is about 10:20, and the McKenze/Schroer team, along with Scott Duncan and Eric LaFranchi finish in 10:23. I believe these are the fastest times ever for this course. This is due to great team work and cooperation within the group of good friends, enjoying the ride while moving along efficiently. Sarah again rode brilliantly, a great tandem stoker, and she has also adapted well to the duty of getting some good photos so that we can provide a proper ride report!

At the finish Richard Anderson checks us in with a most friendly manner. Following that Bridgette DeShields and Bonnie Hogue serve us up a great meal, while snacks are available on the tables. I remember being kind of delirious, standing there with my plate, and not knowing what to do. Bonnie kindly suggests I pick up the serving utensil and help myself. I do, and she helps me construct a plate of great food. 

Richard Anderson checks in a rider at the finish while Bob Redmond looks on. Photo: Paul McKenzie

We hang around for a couple of hours, cheering in the other finishers, and just generally enjoy the company of this great group of hearty, spirited cyclists. There is great energy in the room.

Thanks to Bob Redmond, Bill and Evelyn Ellis, Richard Anderson, Scott Duncan, Bridgette DeShields, Bonnie Hogue, Jean Martin, the SRCC, and all the riders who made this a great day.

2014 Solvang Double Century Ride Report - A Dark Cloud Passes Over Us.

Paul Chuck takes in the sights in Buellton, CA. Is there a bike ride here this weekend?

Paul Chuck and I attended the Solvang Double Century March 22, 2014, riding the tandem, returning from last year to have another go. 70 miles in, we were still with the leaders, however a mishap, in the form of a double flat, caused us to drop off and lose time. This wasn't the end of our troubles. We fought back, kept going, and still made it to the finish in under 10 hours time. Weather was perfect, conditions were fast, and it was overall a good day on the bike... but it would have been a lot better if the dark cloud of trouble had left us alone.

At last year's event, the goal was to get Paul C his first sub 10 hour Double. With just 25 hard miles to go, the clocks would not tell us if we were going to make it. It was too close to call. We made a desperate effort during the last hour of the 2013 edition, to make it in before 10 hours had passed, and we did squeak in with a time of 9:56.

In 2014 we have no specific goal as we drive South on Hwy 101 from the San Francisco Bay Area to Solvang, but it would seem unacceptable to do the ride in over 10 hours.

In the morning, because of the late start offered to "Sub 10 hour riders." Paul and I have enough time to go to Ellen's Pancake House and enjoy a lovely breakfast and coffee before having to kit up and get on the road. What a luxury on a Double! Usually, we have to start at the very uncivilized hour of 5:30 or 6:00 AM! We roll from the start with the fast group, a select group of riders who roll out together at 7:30 AM — in full daylight, and, although seemingly a late start for a Double, I love it! The group is riding fast from the gun, and Paul and I sit toward the back. Normally a tandem is expected to pull the group along, but there is enough talent here such that they could care less about a tandem with a couple of old f^%ks.

Rolling out at 7:30 with the "Sub 10-hour" contingent

We expect to stay with this group until the first significant climb, then be dropped and left on our own. Another fast tandem is with us, piloted by Craig Robertson, with Jeanine Spence stoking, two accomplished Double Century riders. Craig has something like 145+ Double Centuries accumulated, while Jeanine, like me, has exactly 48, two away from the "Hall of Fame." Paul C has a total of 9. So between all of us we have a Double Century and a half of Double Centuries. I don't know what that means or if it's a good thing or not, or if it just means we're old and slow, but in any event, there is a lot of experience here!

Craig and Jeanine, tandem, over Paul Chuck's shoulder

Things are fast and efficient in those early miles, and we hit the first big climb in good shape. The field is shattered. Paul and I are mid pack on this climb, and over the descent, we gain much of our deficit back. Then another long climb up Foxen Canyon. The leaders are gone but we see glimpses of them. As we climb I look back and see we are losing Craig and Jeanine. I'd promised them to ride an easy tempo pace over the first climbs in the hope we'd work together on the long flat stretches that follow, but the plan isn't working out. Paul and I are riding sub-tempo but Craig and Jeanine wisely decide not to burn the matches to stay with us. They are falling off the pace.

As we near the crest of the climb it's decision time. Do we wait, or do we chase the leaders? The leaders are not far ahead and we have a long, gradual downhill. I call this, "Tandem Country." I like our odds. Craig waves us to forge ahead without him and Jeanine, and although I don't see this hand gesture as I look back at him, I come to the same conclusion myself — we're gonna chase!

Paul and I settle into a hard tempo+ pace. Or at least I do. Later Paul tells me he was going easy. I say fine, you'll have more matches for later! On a long ride, if one rider on a tandem is going harder than the other, in some ways it doesn't matter, as the rider who is going easier can pitch in more later.

Bottom line, we chase... and we chase... Each time we can see far ahead on the road, we hope to see the group. Nothing. Where are those guys? We are freakin' flyin', we should be catching! Well, finally, after many long miles of hard work, they come into sight, but it's one of those games where it takes an eternity to close down the final 500 meter gap. We finally do, and once we are on, it's easy going at a fast pace. We average 27 mph during the chase. It takes 21 miles to close down the two minute deficit to the leaders, who are working well together in a pace line. We were making up just six seconds per mile! Click on Strava segment below, look at 2014 dates, and the lead time of Joel Sothern (1st place), Pat Rehorn (2nd place) and others in that group:

Top of Foxen to Philbric

(tip: If it's still 2014, click on "This Year" in the drop down menu that says "All Time")

There are maybe a dozen to 15 elite guys working well together in this group. This selection represents about half of the original 7:30 starting group. Everyone else is dropped. We sit on the back and enjoy the ride. Perfect. It's going to be a great day, and a fast one. Last year we never saw the fast guys after the first climb. This year we are back with them. Each time a rider rotates back from the front of the pace line, there is a look of disbelief on the rider's face when they see the McKenzie/Chuck tandem. One could easily surmise they were thinking, "Where the F^#k did you guys come from?" In fact, one said exactly that! To see it happen over and over as each rider rotated back in the pace line, was absolutely precious.

Back with the leaders after a 21 mile chase at 27 mph

There are a few uphills along the way, and surprisingly, Paul and I are not dropped. Sometimes a bit of a gap forms, but we are able to close it down when things level out. At about mile 51, there is another gradual descent on Hwy 166. I tell Paul, let's go to the front and do some work. We start to roll to the front, then I have second thoughts. These guys are going to drop us on the next big climb, so why not conserve? I don't know it at the time, but this is the wrong decision. Had we been in front we'd have avoided the disaster that is to come.

We get to the bottom of the descent and turn right on Thompson Ave. There is some really bad pavement here, with narrow longitudinal potholes, 3" deep, and sharp, broken bits of asphalt. Nobody in the pace line points these out and we dip into one of the potholes hard! Pssst. Pssst. Pssst with each revolution. Rear goes down instantly. We pull over safely and make as quick a tire change as we can, Paul and I working as a team. He's unpacking the seat bag while I pull off the tire. Once I've got the tire on, I pump the tire for about 80 pumps and let Paul C do the last 40. He's more of a gym guy than me, and has superior upper body strength, so is better suited for the much more difficult, final part of the inflation process.

What did you do this past weekend? "Oh, we changed a bunch of flats!"

We're pretty proud of our quick change, and are back on the road. I'm super bummed about losing the train of the fast guys, but figure we can still have a good go at it anyway. Well, we start rolling, and I realize the front is flat too. Turns out it was a double flat, though the front went down much more slowly. So we do the whole process again, this time with a bit less enthusiasm, and I unleash a string of F-bombs to express my general dismay about the situation, while keeping busy and focused to get us back on the road.

As we are fixing flat #2, Craig and Jeanine roll by, and I can't help thinking, well, we could have just rolled easy with them, helped them, and been ahead of where we are now! Doh!!

We finally get rolling and it becomes a process of managing the mental game of trying to stay focused, and enjoy the ride, despite the setbacks. We catch a group of riders that includes Kevin Walsh, a legendary Double Century rider. We exchange a few words and laughs as we roll down the road. Suddenly, Paul announces the rear is flat (later we find it's another pinch). I'm flabbergasted. I don't generally subscribe to superstition, but it is said that flat tires come in threes. At this point, I'm hoping it's true, as this is our third. We fix this one, enthusiasm waning even more. Turns out this spare tube had a slow leak due to "seat bag rash," so it went down slow, was soft, and then pinched on a modest bump. Flats have been so rare on my tandem, that the spare tubes haven't come into service for a very long time.

Back on the road, we feel now we are at the back of the ride! It's really terrible. All the fast folks are miles ahead now. We started late, and with the mishaps, we are OTB! Will the aid stations be closed by the time we get there?

Heading toward Morro Bay, we are flying and passing riders right and left. Nobody can get on. We are cruising on a downhill and the pump ejects from the frame. WTF? Can we have any more bad luck? Can we get a break here, people? We are on a busy road, so we stop the tandem and Paul runs back up the road for the pump. I take the opportunity to drain the 'ol super dragon. Turns out I had given Paul the wrong instructions on which way the pump goes into the frame when he was putting it back. Whatever. I'm just shaking my head in disbelief of our misfortune at this point.

Near Morro bay we take a road which is new to the course for this year, Turri Rd, due to road construction on the old course. It's gorgeous and a great addition to the course, and although the left turn back onto Los Osos Valley Rd from the stop sign is difficult, we manage. I hope this road stays as a permanent addition. It's really beautiful vs. going through town! A bit more climbing but totally worth the effort.

The beautiful, Turri Rd. Climb, a great addition to this year's course.

We skipped rest stop #2 in the hopes of catching Craig and Jeanine, so we decide to stop at #3, which is at mile 108, the "lunch stop." This will be our first Aid Station. We're dry on fluids and need food, so we take some time to sort that out, I have a Subway half sandwich and a Coke, drink a full bottle of water, refill both... and then we get back on the road.

Rolling South the winds are favorable. We expected a strong crosswind, but it's more of a cross/tail, which is great!

We didn't have much competition from other tandems, but this pair gave us a run on a City Limit sprint!

We keep pedaling hard, and skip rest stop #4, Guadalupe, as we feel we can make it to the final stop with food and fluids on board. As it turns out, Craig and Jeanine are at #4 and we miss them. Too bad.

We stop at #5 and try to get in and out quickly. We do our business and are ready to roll, but I decide it'll be prudent to top off the tires with a floor pump to be sure we are at full pressure. We have some rough roads ahead, and some fast downhills, so full pressure is needed for safe navigation. We top off the tires and get on the road.

While it was windy all day, we felt pretty blessed by the wind gods.

We've got quite a bit of climbing toward the end, and Paul and I get into a discussion about whether or not we can still make 10 hours. I insist we've got it, while Paul thinks we have no chance. Turns out he's forgotten the course is a bit shorter this year. So we put our best effort in, get up and over those final climbs, and roll into the finish with a total time of 9 hours 50 minutes.

In the end, we are very pleased with how we rode. There isn't much one can do about bad luck, so the best thing to do is keep the chin up, keep fighting, and address the difficulties as they arise. It's the only thing to do, and we did it with as much positive attitude as we could muster. We can consider the "what ifs," and conclude that we'd have had a very competitive time, but it just wasn't in the cards this year. The ride was great, the weather was fabulous, the course was beautiful, the company was wonderful, and it was a great experience overall.

Debbie (event promotor) offered a dinner after the event at the Marriot. Great addition! (l to r) Steve, Paul, John, Linda, Craig, Jeanine.

After the event, we clean up and return to the host hotel for dinner. The following morning, we go for a short, easy, 1 hour spin out ride, followed by a fabulous breakfast at Ellen's Pancake House, where massive calories are consumed in an attempt to fill the huge void created by the Double Century.

Next morning spin out ride with Carl Sanders (3rd place finisher) John, Craig, Jeanine, and Steve.

Me pretending this is my 60's 23 window VW van in Buellton, CA

After the event we discuss Craig Roberston and Bill Ellis' record setting tandem ride in 2003. I was there that year. Aside from 2013, 2003 was the only other year I have done this event. I rode it with my wife Janet, not a racer or even a rider interested in going fast. Nonetheless, we stayed with the Robertson/Ellis tandem along with the tandem of State Champs Doug Gratton and Carol Breed for the first 40 miles at full red line before succumbing to the pace and settling in at our own, more modest pace. Craig and Bill finished the ride (189.5 miles that year) in a scorching time of 8 hours 33 minutes. Janet and I finished in 9:45, with an average speed of 20.3 mph. Just a few ticks shy of what Paul and I did this year, at 20.6 mph. Glory days.

Entry from my ride diary from March 29, 2003. 189.5 miles, 20.3 mph ave. speed, 9:44 overall time, 9:21 riding time

Another footnote. In 25 years of tandem riding up to 2012, I destroyed just one wheel, while training with Sara Ballantyne in the High Sierra, in 1997, for the upcoming Terrible Two Record attempt. In the two years I've been riding with Paul Chuck, we've become wheel demolition experts, cleanly ruining 6 wheels. First a front, hitting a patch of bad pavement, then the Mt. Tam incident destroying a rear, then destroyed a pair on the cattle guard near Pt. Reyes lighthouse, followed by another pair at Solvang this year. In 5 of the six cases the wheels were still completely rideable, just very slightly bent. In 3 of the six cases, we didn't even flat, just bent the rims enough to cause a flat spot or braking surface damage requiring replacement.

Results here:

2104 Solvang Double Century Results

Note: You must choose "All" under "Division" then click "Apply" in order to include tandems. People have told me they don't see us in the results, then I have to explain this back door. WTF?

Solvang next year? Maybe, just maybe, we'll have another go.

Related link — Joel Sothern's (1st Place Finisher) blog:

http://www.ultraracenews.com/2014/03/24/joel-sothern-sets-solvang-dc-mark/

Strava file:

Santa Rosa Cycling Club SRCC 2014 HBUH (Hubba) 200K Brevet Ride Report

HBUH 200K Finishers, time 6 hr. 51 min. (l to r) Paul Chuck, Paul McKenzie, Sarah Schroer, Ken Cabeen

I scheduled to ride this event with Paul Chuck on the tandem, March 15, 2014. This is one of the most beautiful, challenging, and fun, 200K brevets on the calendar featuring over 8,000' of climbing in 126 miles. We show up register efficiently in the good hands of Bill and Evelyn Ellis. Bob Redmond gives a short speech and we are off at 7AM, as dawn light prevails.

The capable tandem team of Craig Robertson and Lori Cherry sets the pace in the early miles. Craig likes to be at the front in big groups, and Paul and I have no objection. I need a while to warm up, get the feel of the ride, and fashion a strategy for the day. I'm in no hurry to do that. We sit a few wheels back, riding patiently, after starting a bit late and catching.

Also at the front are Jason Pierce and Becky Berka on their fixed gear bikes. So impressive how they are riding.

About 12 miles in Jady Palko jumps and the fast F-ers jump too, one by one. Carl Sanders, Doug McKenzie and maybe another rider or two sprint after Jady. We sit tight many wheels back. I start thinking we should be in position in case there is is split, so Paul and I roll to the front. We get to the front and I look at the gap to the break, and figure, well, we can close this down without too much trouble. I call Scotty (Paul Chuck) in the Engine Room, and let him know the ship is going to have to go quite a bit faster for a bit, and without so much as an "Aye, Captain," we slowly wind 'er up to nearly 30 mph and begin to close the gap to the leaders.

We roll past Craig and Lori, who are setting a perfect pace, and chase down the leaders, going a bit faster than we'd like. Marc Moons jumps to catch us, while Sarah Schroer is already perfectly positioned on our wheel and following. Seems her rides on the tandem with me have rendered her attentive to being at the right place at the right time when the tandem makes a move! She followed our wheel all day so effectively.

We catch the front group and bring a decent sized group with us. The ride is now split. On Canyon Paul and I soft pedal as the group climbs ahead. Just for fun, we blow past them on the downhill, but the fast riders easily latch on, and we lead the group toward Dutcher Creek.

Dutcher to Cloverdale is uneventful. Then the big climb out of Cloverdale. We set a sensible pace and the fast group is long gone. Others stay with us, we crest, then have a very fast roll to Boonville, picking up shelled riders along the way. The leaders are there, in Boonville, and just leaving. We do our business and get on the road. Climbing CA 253 we have Sarah, Scott D, Eric L., Shane B. Doug M., Ken C., and others. Doug M. and Ken C. float up the climb ahead of our group. We crest and roll down the descent. Paul and I drop everyone, except Eric L. and he takes the Strava KOM on the descent following our wheel. It's one I told Paul C. we'd take, but unfortunately, when someone follows your wheel, they often pimp the KOM from you!

http://www.strava.com/segments/1023378?filter=overall

We catch Doug and Ken near the bottom of the 253 descent and tow them into Ukiah, where we find the leaders are at the Safeway control. Carl S, Carl A, Marc M, and Jady... maybe someone I missed. Paul and I do a quick turnaround, and are ready to leave a minute or two after the leaders. Then Sarah S, Scott D, Shane B arrive at Safeway as we are about to depart. I know the long flat drag to Hopland is ahead, so I take Sarah's bike and tell her, "Make it quick and we'll wait for you." No point in leaving this group of friends to ride the upcoming flat section alone.

Our group rolls out and we make quick work of the flats to Hopland, rolling at 25mph most of the way. Mt. House is a struggle for all of us but we make it to 128. Eric L. is dropped here. We descend to Cloverdale, slow, stuck behind cars. Uggghhh! As we climb Dutcher Creek, I inform our group, "We are looking good, if we stick to the knitting here, we have a crack at sub 7 hours."

The group asks us if they can do some help at the front, which we appreciate, but I feel Paul and I still have the legs to get the job done. We set the steady pace at the front and tow Sarah, Doug, and Ken to the finish in 6 hours 51 minutes. Paul and I had hoped to do this course in under 7 hours, so mission accomplished. We are happy to do it with good friends.

Apparently, Carl Sanders and Marc Moons finished first something like 10+ minutes ahead, followed by Carl Andersen and Jady Palko just a few ticks ahead of us.

The social time at the end was spectacular, and a big thanks to Bob Redmond for hosting yet another fantastic Brevet. Smiles were everywhere as we hung out for a good 2 hours to welcome the other riders finishing.

Freddie Rodriguez made a Cameo visit to the finish line. I hope some of you got the chance to meet Freddie. Such a great guy!

A big thanks to Bob Redmond and all the volunteers for a great day on the bike.

Strava file for ride:

http://www.strava.com/activities/121009889

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Murphy Mack SuperPro Spring Classic Adventure Ride Race Report

Calm before the storm, bike is ready, I am ready. Photo by Paul Chuck

On Sunday, March 9, I completed the Murphy Mack Spring Classic, and oh, what a ride it was! The ride is basically a mixed terrain route, from San Francisco, to Santa Cruz, over what appeared to be the hardest route imaginable, a creation by a twisted mind, including steep, slimy, slippery dirt trail ascents. Murphy doesn’t announce the course, or the destination, for that matter, until the day before the event. So we are left wondering, where are we going? What is the route? And what bike setup is best? A $500 cash prize is offered to the first finisher, and my Cat 1 Teammates, Chris HD, and Keith Hillier attended, with an eye on that stack of Ben Franklins. They actually finished 1-2, but due to a missed turn, they, and many others, were DQ’d. Adriano Castro, though 5th overall, was the first to correctly navigate the course, and hence claimed the prize. I somehow pulled a rabbit out of the hat and finished 13^th overall. By the time the dust settles, and the appropriate names are deleted from the leader board, I should be well into a top 10 finish, maybe top 5. This was an excruciatingly difficult ride, with 115 miles, and 11,500’ feet of climbing… but those numbers don’t tell the real story. Here’s how it went down from where I sat: Paul Chuck and I arrive and the start, sign in and get ready.  We look around, and see some bikes that are full road race set up. Carbon tubular wheels, 22mm tires, road pedals, etc. Did these guys not get the memo? This is a Murphy Mack Ride, people! I’ve set up my Ritchey Break Away Ti for this ride, with SRAM Force 22 WiFli, Hutchinson Sector 28mm tires, and mt. pedals and shoes.

Final Instructions from Murphy Mack, including a request to deny we even know him if asked.

At a tick or two after 8:00 AM, after some quick announcements from Murphy, including instructions to deny to authorities, any involvement in any organized ride, Paul C and I roll from Roaring Mouse Cycles, at Crissy Field along with a hundred and something other cyclists. For the first 5.3 miles through SF, riders are able to choose their own route.  I‘m near the front at the start, but Hillier immediately starts throwing down, and the leaders are gone. I know it’s prudent to ride a sensible pace here, so I’m sliding back — and not the least bit worried about it. Riders are darting off in different directions, Alley Cat style, trying to gain an advantage. Paul and I follow the main group on more or less the prescribed route, and make it to mile 5.3 without incident. We have a large group rolling down the coast at good speed, so time to settle in, cruise, and save matches.

Route finding was a major challenge. I attached an abbreviated route sheet to my top tube, although I didn't use it much.

We arrive at the Pedro Mt.  Rd. climb, a.k.a. “Planet of the Apes,” our first dirt test at around mile 20. There’s a bottle neck at the gate so I lift my bike over, remount cyclocross style and leave a dozen or so riders in the dust…errr mud. I settle into an easy sub tempo pace on the climb, while Paul C forges ahead with a slightly faster group. Toward the top I start passing people and know I’ll make up a lot of time on the dirt descent. The first part of the descent is very narrow and I’m caught behind some timid riders single file. Bummer. So frustrating! I finally get around them, and go rippin’ down the dirt, passing all the riders in the group ahead, ending up solo on the coast for the next leg.  On the way down, a very fast woman on a ‘cross bike, (Elle Anderson, click on "comments" above), washes out in front of me and goes down. I just miss running over her, but she’s fine, back on the bike, and catches up near the bottom! Down the coast I soft pedal, as I’m alone and there is no point going hard into the wind solo. Paul C catches back and we roll into the first Check Point in good shape. A quick bite of the fresh hot pancakes right off the griddle and we’re gone. Next obstacle is Higgins, Purisima, Grabtown Gulch, and Tunitas. This turns out to be the most epic part of the ride. Higgins (paved) goes well and we descend to Purisima, a dirt trail. While Pedro Mt. was free of mud, Purisima is not. The dodgy clearance of my 28c tires becomes a problem and I start to clog, having to use extra effort to keep going. Uh-Oh.

Paul C heads up the Higgins Climb.

I know we need to turn somewhere on Grabtown Gulch. What I don’t know, is that it’s a very steep single track trail that leaves Purisima, and is hard to spot. Almost by coincidence, I look over my shoulder at a sign facing the wrong way, and it says, “Grabtown Gulch Trail.“ Huh? That’s it? Are you kidding? Many riders will miss this turn we find out later. We take the trail and try to ride this thing, but it’s just impossible. The mud is so slick and with road tires and gears, we just can't quite stay on the bike. A good bit of it we ride, a good bit we don't. It’s just so hard, it’s beyond description. I'm absolutely red-lined, trying to keep the rear wheel from spinning, trying to keep moving forward, meanwhile, my rear brake and stays are clogging with mud. Ridiculous.

Paul C gets a break on the Grabtown Gulch Trail bridge, the only flat section on this trail.

Paul C has road shoes with Speedplay pedals, which will eventually lead to his demise. In pounding the cleat on the pedal to try to make it engage, Paul breaks a cleat. I don’t know this yet, but I get to the top at Tunitas and wait for him for a bit. Then I decide I’ll head to the next Check Point, as I desperately need food and water. I'll get fueled up, and then wait for Paul there. Well, I miss the Check Point as it isn’t obvious from the road, I blow right past it. Now I’m in trouble. No food, no water, and 30 miles to go to the next Check Point. I figure, well, I’ll just stop at a store and grab something. Then a group of about 8 or so riders working together catches me. I latch on and this is a good ride as I am able to sit in and draft. I don’t want to let them go, so I wonder if I can make it to the next Check Point? It’s risky, as I am dehydrated, hungry, and running on fumes already. This group is fast, but several riders are not good group riders. I’m wary of them, and keep an eye on the dicey ones.

I found a good group to ride with. On left is Chris Lundy, who despite a flat tire 4 miles from the finish, I believe she was the 1st female finisher.

We almost miss the turn onto Gazos Creek, and I yell from the back as the group heads the wrong way. They abruptly slow down, and one of the less attentive riders plows into another rider and they both go down hard. They are laying there for a bit, then slowly get up. One rider is OK, the second has a broken collarbone. I’m tempted to just leave the scene but feel it best we all stay until we know the injured rider is OK. But I am starving, I haven't had a sip of water for 3 hours, I'm running on fumes, and need to get to the check point, which is just a few miles up the road! Every moment is precious as the full bonk is only minutes away.

This poor guy suffered a broken collarbone. Although seemingly in good spirits, he doesn't look thrilled about being photographed.

A motorist stops and agrees to give the injured guy a ride. He seems fine other than the collarbone, and in good spirits considering. The other rider, John, is able to carry on with some rash and a sore neck. I head on up the road and see Murphy Mack. I stop him and advise him of the accident, and he assures me he'll take care of it. I arrive at the Check Point and proceed to consume about 2000 calories, something like 4 grilled cheese sandwiches, two Cokes, some chips, peanut butter pretzels, etc. I put some potatoes in my pocket and a granola bar. I don’t want this to happen again!  The volunteer at the Check Point tells me I am about 5^th overall among those who have done the complete course. Huh? Are you sh%$#tin’ me? I can’t believe this, but it’s pretty motivating. Then up the epic dirt of Gazos Creek and Johansen Rd. This climb is so freakin’ hard it’s absurd. Super crazy steep, red line the whole time, more slippery mud, more brake clogging. It is ridiculous. I’m able to ride essentially the whole thing, with a few stops to clear mud, but this climb takes its toll. It’s really slow going and it takes what seems like forever. I feel I’ve burned all my matches!

My bike set up was pretty bitchin' except for the lack of mud clearance on the rear, my achilles heel for sure.

There is a regroup of riders at the top, some of the same ones I was with before, so we have another good group to take us to Boulder Creek. The descent of 236 is glorious, super fun, as I lead our group down at a brisk, but safe pace, on more or less dry road. Just a few wet turns toward the bottom. I arrive at the final Check Point before the final push up Jamison Creek Rd. Mark Dawson is there and he tells me that Chris HD is in the lead by a big margin. Neither Mark nor I know that he’d missed the crucial turn, and despite his insurmountable lead, he’ll not be able to collect the $500 prize for first place. I leave the Check Point just before the group hoping to get up the climb and not get dropped before the top. Jamison is such a struggle. Legs are dead, nothing left, but need to get this final obstacle out of the way. I suffer all the way up, dreading every foot of climbing. But it’s funny, you kind of think, after Gazos, that Jamison really isn’t that bad! At the top, I am still alone, no one has caught. Then one rider from the group reels me in, it's Craig Chaney. He’s still strong and we work together. He drops me on the climbs, and I reel him back in on the descents. I am confident we’ll finish together. The miles tick by quickly as we descend Empire Grade. With Craig's help, I figure we won’t get caught at this point. Crossing Hwy 1 with just a half mile to go, the light turns yellow, but I have it covered. I think, “Good, this will prevent anyone from sprinting up from behind, since they’ll be caught at the light.” Well , this big dude out of nowhere sprints by me with an attack on the far side of the road! Where did he come from? Turns out he’s run the red light to chase me down, while Craig, maybe 10 meters behind me, stops at the light! I sprint and am able to get his wheel thinking, well, this is kind of a dirty trick! At a stop sign at the final T intersection, there is a car stopped. He makes a dodgy move and dives left into the oncoming lane and cuts left of the car, cutting the corner. I’m not really happy about this, but I follow, still on his wheel, refusing to let him steal this one from me. Can I out sprint this big guy? He's like 6' 2" 190 lbs. Looks like Marcel Kittel and has a similar accent. Doubtful. I think about how I can out fox him to the line, still miffed by his late attack, running the red light, and making the dodgy move in the corner. I'm tucked in tightly on his wheel. I’d studied the finish on Google Maps satellite, so I know exactly where it is. We're screaming down the wide Boulevard in the industrial section, I'm low in the drops, glued to his wheel, ready to rail the final corner and sprint for the line. Then, this hulk of a man overshoots the left turn by just a bit, has to brake hard, as I dive inside, keeping all my momentum into the final turn, roll to the line, not even having to resort to a sprint. I’m listed as 13^th overall, but many in front of me did not complete the full course, so final placing tbd, possibly 5^th as I was told, but that would seem optimistic. Going in, I expected I’d be thrilled with top 30! Paul C is at the finish and I learn he struggled up the rest of Grabtown Gulch, but wisely decided to skip Gazos Creek and Johansen. Instead, he stayed on the road, did Bonny Doon, and accumulated a comparable mileage and climbing number if not actually on the course. He was showered and fed by the time I arrived at around. 4:28 P.M. Chris and Keith are also at the finish, in good spirits and not too bummed about missing the turn. Apparently their front group was flying along at that point along Purisima, as someone attacked, so route finding wasn’t a priority at that moment. Also, everyone’s Garmins seemed to go all cattywampus in the trees, so there were times when you could not rely on navigating with your Garmin. This was an amazing, epic ride, Murphy Mack puts on a great event, if a little dicey. Check Points 1-4, if you could find them, each featured a hot food item, 1-Pancakes, 2-Sausage, 3-Grilled Cheese, 4-French Fries as well as other treats. Also there was beer and shots of bourbon at the Check Points, but for the life of me, I couldn’t imagine partaking, though some did. At the end was a wonderful catered meal with beer on tap at the Ibis warehouse. Following that, our bikes were loaded carefully and safely onto a specially equipped box truck, while we were loaded (no pun intended), beer in hand, onto a luxury bus for transport back to San Francisco. Thanks to Murphy and all the volunteers for making this an epic cool event. This one is definitely on my calendar for next year!

The Chuckster and me, on the luxury bus, three sheets to the breeze.

  My Ride on Strava
  HD's Ride on Strava
  Keith's Ride on Strava