Arriving at the start around 6:30 AM on Sat July 18th and there were plenty of people getting prepared for our departure. Our newly fearless RBA, Dennis, gave us some last minute instructions, and off we went!
Riding our way through Mission Bay. Not much traffic, just getting settled in.
We made our way through Pacific Beach, then up through La Jolla and on our way to Miramar.
Typical Mira Mesa traffic
Entering Rancho Penasquitos
The budding metropolis of Olivenhein
Encinitas - it's starting to get warm out.
Carlsbad - getting warmer!!
On the way to Control #3 at mile 44.6, I got royally dropped on a climb to the Aspiration Learning Center. The guy was riding a beach cruiser, with a bucket of golf balls, and a few drivers in his rack. I wasn't simply passed on a hill, I was totally dropped - much like Alberto Contador can do to Mark Cavendish on a climb! Once he goes clear, I hear this high pitched whine! Oh, it's an electric assist bike!! Whew...
Cal State San Marcos.
The temps are starting to climb! I'm dumping as much water over my head and back as I'm drinking. It's easily approaching triple digits. For once, I feel really strong. In my previous rides, riding in the heat hasn't been good to me. Leaving Control #4 up over Jesmond Dene, it's extremely hot on the Dene climb. It's easily triple digits, it feels like I'm riding in an oven. I stay hydrated and dump some water over my head. Luckily, there's a slight headwind to help keep me cool.
Old Highway 395, alongside the 15 heading into Murietta Hot Springs
Taking a left off the 395 to head towards Bonsall.
I stopped under the 15 freeway bridge to chat with a couple of riders. They told me the temp on their bike computers was 106! I knew it was hot, but oh my!
Almost there!
Once again, I didn't get any photos of a Control. I'll have to remember next time. I'm thinking it was the heat and the fact that wearing a helmet is really just a grade or two below of just riding with a styrofoam cooler on my head.
Leaving Control #5 - very slow moving traffic on the 76.
Simulating what my vision looks like after riding in 106 temps!
San Luis Rey bike path. Plenty of headwinds to contend with, but it's way cooler.
Riding with Mike.
San Luis Rey River
5 freeway and beach traffic.
Leaving the bike path and riding past Oceanside Pier. Must be a 20 degree temperature drop.
After all day feeling like a hamburger under a heat lamp, the beach feels fantastic.
Leaving Oceanside, I rode through the coast towns of Leucadia, Encinitas, Solana Beach and Del Mar. Probably not in that exact order! :)
Torrey Pines hill. The last hill of any significance on this brevet.
Torrey Pines didn't seem so bad this time. I'm pretty much toast by now, just doing whatever it takes to keep turning the pedals. I'll have to ride through La Jolla, then back through Pacific Beach.
Almost done! About 5 miles left.
Once again, I didn't take a photo of the final control! I'm blaming it on the heat! I'm done, that's for sure. I don't feel totally hammered like I have in the past and I think I have the reason why.
Post Ride Analysis
I'm an IT Professional, I have to analyze, it's part of my genetic code! :) When I first started riding brevets summer 2008, I used a rack and trunk bag to carry stuff I thought I needed. After a couple of DNFs, I had a couple of people tell me I was carrying too much stuff. I wore a camelbak too, great for hiking the Grand Canyon, not so good on a bike. Here's the analysis of my previous total riding weight:
Previous Config
Surly: 29 pounds
Rack/Trunk/Fuel: 5 pounds
CamelBak: 8 pounds (100 oz + weight of backpack)
2 waterbottles: ~2 pounds.
Rider: 203 pounds
Total weight: 247 pounds going down the road!
So, 19 pounds less! I lost another bike worth of weight, or to put it into perspective, I stopped riding a tandem alone! I think the main reason why the heat didn't bother me as much is I bought a rusa.org jersey. It's very thin compared to the jersey I used to wear and made a huge difference. Cycling has been a surpise for me body weight wise. Since I started commuting daily to work, 28 miles per day, I've gained 17 pounds since I used to run marathons. After the DNF on both the 400K and Loop 1 on the 1000K, I changed my diet to use fruits and veggies as my main source of carbs. I then heard about the Paleo Diet for Athletes, and gave that a read. Seems I've discovered that on my own. I does work to loose weight. I've not had any issues commuting daily and doing a brevet. So, time will tell to see how much weight a can drop. I do have a record of weighing 179 a few years ago. I'd flip if I could reach that once again. I also changed my ride day fueling too. I've read all about Hammer Nutritionals and their guide to fueling, but I must say, I've not had great results by following their directions. I like their gels and Heed, but Perpetuem eventually leaves me nauseaus. I had Perp with me, but by the time I got to Swami's I tossed what I had in the trash. I drank water for the rest of the ride. My pre-ride meal consisted of a regular egg muffin sandwich and and iced coffee within 30 mins of departure. Talk about jet fuel, I rode without any issue for almost 5 hours. I grabbed a similar snack at 7-11 too. I should have refueled in Bonsall, but I didn't feel like I needed to. Skipping the fuel made itself very evident once I got back to La Jolla and was riding to the finish. This was by far my best ride to date! I chopped off nearly 3 hours of my previous 200K time. I know brevets are not races, but it's nice to ride a 200K briskly. Thanks for all the help from Mike B, John M, Kelly D, Robert L, and George V on how to improve my riding! Also thanks to Dennis for his first Brevet. Great job!
Up next in Aug, 300K. I might stretch that out and try to break 200 miles in a single ride.
Just some photos of Bike to Work Day, 2009. This year went much better than last year. Long story short, last year, my work security badges fell out of my trunk bag, and I had to ride my route back home to try and find them. Luckily, I sure did. They were run over, one was all broken into pieces. Thankfully, none of that happened this year!
Being the overachiever, I made it Bike to Work Week instead! Logging 152 miles for the week that included not just commuting to work, but also making it to two of my oldest son's swim meets that were held on top of some fairly solid hills, into headwinds, AND upper 80 temps. Never a dull day on the bike, that's for sure!
I went to the first Pit Stop held at Grossmont Junior College in East San Diego County. For some reason, I forgot to take a photo while there. I arrived around 7 and the only one there, with 6 people signing the roster. Once done there, it was off to the Pit Stop in Mission Valley. A very nice downhill from the college down to Mission Valley. More traffic than I was expecting, but the ride was uneventful.
The Art Institute of California in Mission Valley Pit Stop is a gastrointestinal delight! By far the best food spread of the Pit Stops I made it to on Bike to Work Day. A good half dozen commuters were on hand refueling.
I left Mission Valley for Old Town San Diego Pit Stop held at the Caltrans building and sponsored by REI. REI still had some water bottles left and tire tools. So, I was early enough to get some cool schwag. Channel 10 News van was there too, but they were packing up. Oh well, I'll have to ride faster next year to get myself and the Surly on television.
That's it for Bike to Work Week/Day 2009! Until next year...
Yes, we finally made it to the Grand Canyon! Our goal, descend South Kaibab, cross the Colorado twice, then ascend Bright Angel Trail. How did it go?
It actually started out kinda rough for me. Herb and I arrived at the parking lot in front of the lodge and grabbed our gear. When I walked up the little driveway to the bus stop, I immediately sat down. My heart was pounding, I was dizzy and generally not feeling too good. I decided just to stick it out and see what happens. Could be the altitude....
Our course on the map.
You got it?
Here we are at the start taking pictures of each other taking pictures of each other, taking... Well, you get the idea.
This is at the top of South Kaibab Trail. It's roughly 6.9 miles and 4700' of elevation loss down to Phantom Ranch. The view from the trail head:
There are some directions to follow in case there's an encounter with a mule train: Spectacular views looking south:
Plenty of warnings... We didn't listen...
Herb making his way down:
Most of of South Kaibab Trail looks like this:
We still have a ways to go:Still great views:
Colorado coming into view:
About halfway down:
This phone predates twisted pair! Emergency use only!!
Mule train!
Still great views:
Colorado getting bigger!
Black Bridge coming into view. We still have a ways to go to get there.
Very close to Black Bridge!
North view from Black Bridge:
Looking south from Black Bridge:
The Colorado was flowing pretty good.
We're at the bottom!
A flat easy hike to Phantom Ranch:
We've arrived! No fanfare, and I'm very surprised at how empty Phantom Ranch is. About a dozen or so people just hanging out, the cantina is empty. Herb and I hang out for about an hour. They make great lemonade, and only change $1 for a refill! That washed down some peanut M&Ms nicely. Herb has his patented peanut butter and banana sandwich with that awesome lemonade. We hung around for about an hour, then headed out.
Great shot of the American Flag with the Grand Canyon as a backdrop:
Taking a right:
Walking around the Ranger House, we saw a sneaky deer looking for lunch. Not afraid of us at all.
Silver Bridge comes into view:
Looking south from Silver Bridge:
Looking at both bridges from Bright Angel Trail:
Colorado is really flowing from the north:
Another way to see the Grand Canyon:
There were more than a few waterfalls on this trip.
You can see the force of this waterfall, look at the center of the photo. The water was flowing hard enough to create a mist.
We've started our ascent on the Bright Angel Trail. We just hiked the trail in the photo below. We've only covered about 2 miles of the Bright Angel.
The Bright Angel looks mostly like this:
Another waterfall, the tallest one:
Our arrival at Indian Garden:
Indian Garden is about 4.6 miles down from the trail head. First stop on the ascent that has water, great place to rest. It's not going to get any easier. Some additional views:
That's about it for the views on Bright Angel. From here, it's a hard grind all the way to the top. It's best to break up this trail into pieces. From here, just concentrate on getting to the 3 Mile Resthouse. It's going to be a climb. Herb still smiling! Bright Angel continues deep into the foreground.
The thing about the Bright Angel Trail is the canyon walls:
Spectacular views looking back down at Indian Garden:
Yes, we hiked the trails you see in the above photos. I didn't get any photos of the 3 and 1.5 mile Resthouses. By this point, I'm getting a bit hammered. The trail really pitches up once we left 3 mile Resthouse. We really start to see some carnage on the trail. We can't tell who's hiked up from Phantom Ranch, or who's just hiked down from the trailhead. Some folks are really bad, we hope they make it. Herb and I push on. This is the first time I've used hiking poles, and they really make it easier to climb. The motion is much like cross country skiing, get in a rhythm, push off with arms opposite legs and up you go! Once leaving 1.5 mile Resthouse, it's only - wait for it - 1.5 miles to the top! It's still a VERY TOUGH 1.5 miles. With about a mile to go, we can finally see the top, the building with KOLB Radio:
An attempt to get all of Bright Angel into a shot:
That little green squiggle in the middle of the photo is Indian Garden. Bright Angel is more visible in the lower right corner. Awesome view near the top of Bright Angel:
After five and a half hours of hiking uphill, we've reached the top!
Getting to the car proved a challenge. Herb demonstrates the reverse Grand Canyon shuffle:
I never thought a 95 Camry would look soooo good!
So, this brings us to a close for Grand Canyon 2009! The only negative with this trip was the severe wind. At times, I needed to lean 30 degrees into the wind so I didn't get blown over! It really whipped up the dust in the canyon.
The photos above are not all the photos I took during this trip. You can see all the photos here.
This brevet was the best 200K I've ridden so far! What?? The Title of the post is "Hammering" Hemet 400K. That means I DNF'd this brevet. More towards the end of the post.
A hardy group of randonneurs and randonneuses showed up for the event. We're all gathered at the start in La Costa, a small somewhat coastal suburb just north of San Diego. Our nearly fearless RBA Mike - in the red/white/blue jacket - along with Greg - the tall guy right behind Mike, gives us some preride advice.
This is Nick, we partnered for the ride and is a plank owner of the 100 Watt Club.
Promptly at 7 AM PST, we're off!
Brief look at the San Dieguito Reservoir...
Our initial start of the 400 was a loop taking us toward the Pacific Ocean heading north. One of my favorite places to run and ride.
Cruising into Cardiff By The Sea. Nick had his 200 watt hammer out and it was down!
Pacific Coast Higway, or Historic 101. It's a great route to walk, run, bike and drive.
Spent many years buying my running shoes and just plain hanging out at Movin Shoes.
Making our way through Encinitas...
This building will look very familiar to my in-laws...
Oceanside Pier.
Making our way towards Fallbrook.
Nick still has his 200 watt hammer out! I didn't want to seem rude by not taking my turn at the front, but it was all I could do to stay with Nick. For the better part of 30 minutes, I was registering 20 MPH on the Surly. Normally going that fast on my bike is tough to do. The sweet spot for the Surly is about 17 MPH. Anything faster than than really takes a larger effort. We're riding through downtown Fallbrook.
This sign is at the top of the first climb on De Luz Rd. I work for Harris Corporation, so I thought a photo was warranted. De Luz Rd was a decent climb, a warm up for what was to come later in the day.
Nick informed me we had a bunch of small roller coaster type hills on the descent from the top of De Luz. He was correct. Being one of the larger riders on a heavy bike, I rode like mad on the downhills and used my massive amount of momentum due to my mass and used that kinetic energy to help me over the hills. That worked very well! Score one for the big guy! Thanks for the tip Nick!
Promptly at the bottom of De Luz Rd, we make a right turn onto De Luz Murietta Rd. As soon as I made the turn and started to down shift for a hill, I dropped my chain. Not sure how that happened, but I hopped off and fixed it. I use a dry lube on my chain so it was nice not to get a bunch of chain lube on my fingers. I snapped a photo of Nick flying around the corner, with absolutely no regard to personal safety!
There are a few water crossings on de Luz Murietta Rd. It was recommended we dismount and walk our bikes across the water. Well, I kinda forgot that and just rode through all of them! It wasn't so bad, the water was less than an inch deep and barely flowing. Not too much icky green stuff on the concrete either. We continue riding up our second climb of the day and it went very well for me. During the 300K I heard of other riders finding a rhythm when riding uphill. I'm not sure if pedalling madly for 30 seconds then coasting 10 seconds counts as a "rhythm", but that's how I would ride uphill. This time, I played with my gearing to find one where I could spin continuously and an even cadence. Boy, was that so much easier! I'm still rather new to this cycling stuff, I still have a lot to learn.
Once at the top of De Luz Murietta Rd, we turn on Rancho California Rd. It's our 3rd climb of the day and it's no slouch either. It's much warmer out and this hill is fully exposed, no shade. Same technique as De Luz Murietta, I just find a gear to keep spinning the cranks. Part way up, I stop for this photo. It's pretty warm, I'd say up in the mid eighties, and it's funny to see snow at the higher elevations.
Cresting the first part of the climb up Rancho California Rd, there's a small descent then yet another uphill.
At the summit, very nice view of the Temecula valley, snow in the mountains and warm, dry temps in the valley.
This is Antelope Road that runs alongside the 215 in Riverside County. I've driven past this sign numerous times in nearly 17 years of marriage. My wife's family lives in Las Vegas...
The ride to Hemet was mostly uneventful. After leaving the Temecula control at mile 77.5, I went through a bout of nausea and generally not feeling all that great. I know I've overfueled combined with the warmer temps, it's too much for my system. I know what to do. I take a few antacids and just drink plain water. The road between Temecula and Hemet is very flat, so I pick a good gear to pedal easy. About an hour later, I start feeling much better and pick up the pace arriving in Hemet. Here's a video taken by no other than the author of Ravages Of Aging blog, Herb Kimpel.
Herb and his lovely wife Sue drove up to meet me in Hemet. I've known Herb and Sue for over 20 years and Herb is the Godfather to our oldest son. Great shirt Herb! We'll be conquering the Grand Canyon again on 04/26.
I spent about 40 minutes in Hemet getting into my drop bag for more fuel and warm riding clothes for the long evening ahead. This is my first real break all day. I've been riding about 9.5 hours with minimal breaks. I drink up, Herb bought me a tasty turkey wrap from the market. I hit the facilities and get cleaned up ready to ride. The bad news is, Nick had to drop just prior to Hemet due to bad leg cramps. So, this meant riding the remainder of the brevet alone. I'm the last one to leave Hemet and there's some tough climbing still ahead. I bid Herb and Sue a goodbye, they take my drop bag with them. Thanks!
Like my other brevets, when the sun goes down, the camera goes away. The ride towards Sage Road is uneventful and the Surly starts to point uphill. The weather is still very nice out so I've not dressed in my cold weather gear. The sun quickly sets and I stop to put on my helmet headlamp. There's plenty of cars and trucks on Sage Road. I come around a corner into a wide swath of deep sand. The Surly starts to slide out from under me, but I keep pedaling, up out of the saddle and keep it upright. After my fall on the 300K, which took 3 weeks for my shoulder to become pain free, I don't want to go down again.
Sage Road is the longest climb so far during this brevet. It's a relentless grade, with sharp turns. I keep having very close calls with cars and trucks, some trucks have wide towing mirrors and trailers. I get buzzed 3 times and there's no where to go. Some spots on Sage Road have almost zero shoulder, with ditches, ravines or if there's a shoulder, it's covered in sand.
I make it to the fire station and pull over to get my cold weather clothes on. Temperatures are starting to drop. The fire station has an outdoor speaker and I'm listening to the dispatcher announce car accidents. I'm done getting dressed and hit the road once again.
I'm about 2 miles from Wilson Valley Road and another truck/trailer combo starts to pass me. It's on older Ford diesel with those wide, steel tripod mirrors sticking waaay out. So far out I feel the breeze going by my left ear. There's no shoulder, nothing but a drainage ditch to my right. The kind of drainage ditch that's lined with big, pointy rocks. I do my best to hug the line as the trailer goes by me. As the tires of the trailer pass, I'm over just a tad too far and I feel my back wheel slip a few inches off the pavement. Somehow, I manage to keep the Surly upright, keep pedaling, and get the back tire up on the road. The truck goes by me and I pedal out into the lane. I get off the bike with my nerves totally shot - I've had enough. There's no cell service where I'm at, I'm alone, there's too much traffic and a narrow road with some sharp blind corners. I walk for a couple of minutes then get back on. I told myself, if I see the support vehicle, I'm done. About 10 minutes later, I see a vehicle going in the opposite direction and it had a distinctive silouette. Sure enough, the same vehicle passes me going uphill and I see a bike in the back and familiar license plates. It pulls over. It's our RBA! Good timing too, as I'm done. I still feel great actually and my riding has been the best I've done so far. I'm at 127.2 miles, so it's a great 200K, I'm about 200 yards short of turning on Wilson Valley Road.
We load my the Surly up and I jump in. I'm not disappointed that I'm going to DNF, it was still a great ride for this newbie randonneur. Mike informs me it's going to be some time before he can take me back to the start. Not a problem, I'll help support the riders that are ahead of me. We drive for about 20 mins and catch up to a pair of riders, one on a recumbant. It takes us another 45 minutes at 50 MPH to catch a group of riders. I'm totally amazed at how fast they are going! I think there was 5 or 6 in the group, and it was very easy to see them on the road. With all of them in a group, they look much larger than a car, they are easily spotted.
We pass them and continue on. We catch up to another solo rider and he's also flying along. It's amazing to watch.
Mike and I turn around and find a wide pull out on the 79. We set up a stove to make some hot chocolate, tea or noodles. The temperature is on the cool side, but not as cold as we were originally expecting. Mike and I hang out, hot water at the ready and the solo rider we passed stopped for some water. He sounds great and moves on. The larger group of riders are flying as we've parked on a downhill. They go right on by, thanking us for the offer. Mike and I decide to have some noodles and hot chocolate so as to not waist the hot water. We break up our roadside camp and drive on into Santa Ysabel. We make right onto 78 south heading towards Romona, then a left onto Old Julian Highway. Off in the distance we see a few riders on the side of the road. It looks like they are fixing a flat, but they are just doing a clothing change and taking a hit of Redbull. No problems, Mike and I drive on. This group splits and there are a few riders up the road. We pass them and head into Ramona. It's late and we grab some food at McDonalds.
We had down Highland Valley Rd and see another rider up the road. After checking with him if he needs anything, we pass and move on. Hopping on the 15 south, Mike takes me back to the start.
DNFs are normally a big bummer, but I'm not thinking this one is. I've learned a bunch more on how to ride. My time for the first 200K for this brevet is 90 minutes faster than the first brevet and it had 2 more climbs. I've learned I pack way too much fuel. I've used the Hammer Nutrional's Guide to Success. The one thing I've learned is I don't fit their profile for my weight. I seem to tolerate about half the amount of calories per hour than what they recommend. We're all an experiment of one.
The other thing is weight. The Surly is a heavy bike compared to what others ride. With an empty trunk bag, equipped with lights and cyclo computer, it weighs in at 37 pounds. Thing is, I bought this bike for daily commuting first, randonneuring second and I have no thoughts of getting a different bike. So, what will I do? First thing is, carry less stuff. On all my brevets this year, I've carried stuff I've not used. Too much fuel mainly. I'm going to look into a lighter trunk bag too. That could save a few pounds right there. Mike commented on riding a heavier bike, but what about the rider?
The odd thing is, I've gained 12 pounds since I quit training for marathons and started bike commuting. The really odd thing is I burn over twice the amount of calories going to and from work per day than I could ever burn running, with the exception of running 20 milers. I think I've figured out why this is happening and I've changed my diet to try to loose 10 pounds. It'll get me near my running weight, but 10 pounds is 10 pounds. Instead of getting a new 27 pound bike, how about a lighter rider? If my hunch is correct, I'll blog when I reach 10 pounds lost and explain what I did.
Thanks to Mike, Greg and the gentleman that was at the Hemet control for helping support this brevet. Much thanks too to Herb and Sue for coming out to Hemet, taking my stuff back home, and Herb's offer to come out and pick me up when I decided to DNF.
With this DNF, I won't be attempting to ride the 600K on 04/04. I think for this newbie randonneur, the best thing I can concentrate on is being able to ride a strong 200K. Once that base is accomplished, then move on to the longer brevets. I've only cycled for a year now, still plenty of training and learning to do!
Did you notice any problems DVRing the AToC on Cox last week? From about stage 5 onward, anytime I DVRed the race, usually the afternoon 2 hour rebroadcasts, the broadcast ended about 15 mins before the actual finish of the stage. I tried manually extending the stop time, but that didn't help either. The DVR would promptly end right at 2 hours, with the peleton in full charge to the finish. The first few stages that were broadcasted were just fine.
Not sure what the problem was, but it was very annoying. Oh, hopefully Cox Communication will deliver Versus in HD soon! Watching AToC in 480p is getting painful.
All-in-all, it was a fantastic race, especially Mt Palomar. Next year, I'll be out on the road to watch - if the Amgen management staff will use Palomar for 2010.
OnBike Productions along with Asphalt Technologies is proud to present the Dudley's 300K - AKA No Pain, No Elevation Gain 300K.
It was a great day for a 300K in the San Diego area. The start was slightly cool, humidity on the dry side but all in all a great day to be on the bike for an extended period of time! The Surly was all decked out ready for the ride.
A great group of riders assembled for this 176 mile ride.
Promptly at 7, with limited fanfare, our nearly fearless RBA said, "we're off"!
We hit the streets of Chula Vista in style. Great views, pretty much right from the start.
Watching the sun rise from a Surly.It's a beautiful thing.
Making our way to the 94.
Then on it.
Taking the right onto Honey Springs.
Quickly the climbing starts with the sun starting to blaze.
Hitting Deerhorn Valley soon enough. Didn't see any deer.
Getting to Dehesa was uneventful, but that quickly changed.
Somewhere along Willow Glen Rd during a smallish uphill, I could hear that all too familiar grunting and the quick tipity-tap of claws on asphalt. Sure enough, I look behind me, and Benji is in full chase! I figure, just how fast can Benji go anyway? So I upshift, and stand up for the sprint. Well, little Benji made it about halfway up my back wheel with that look of determination to grab my left ankle. I upshift again to continue pouring on the speed. I put some distance on my Hollywood hound, but the snorting and tapping of claws get even faster! That pooch had another gear! Well, so did I. I reach down to slap my bar-end shifter into the next highest gear. I fly up over the summit and start a small descent. I can hear the snorting and claws on asphalt diminishing. Score one for the Surly!
A nice descent into Alpine.
After Alpine, I'm making my way to the first control at El Monte Park. When riding a brevet, you get to see the strangest things.
Great views riding into control.
Arriving at El Monte Park, mile 55.1.
While at control #1, I spend my time getting water. For this ride, I'm experimenting with using a CamelBack for water only and use my bottles on the bike for fuel. I'm using Hammer Nutritionals HEED and Perpetuem. I was very happy and surprised that the CamelBack didn't cause additional strain on my back and shoulders. Because I had 100 ounces of water on my back, it was very easy to stay hydrated.Using the CamelBack will become part of my brevet equipment.
Leaving control #1, we ride through Lakeside heading towards the second climb of the day. By this point, it's rather warm out, I'd say upper 80's. Turning right on State Route 67, we start a significant climb towards Ramona.
Keep going up....
More...
Ditto.
Is that the summit?
No, keep pedaling!
And pedaling...
I've got to be careful and watch my uphill speed.
Still pedaling...
The summit appears!
Finally, arrival in Ramona.
Winding my way through Ramona, there is more climbing to do before reaching the 78. It's hot, a tad miserable but I push on. I reach the 78 in due time.
I'm at mile 90.3.There's still some more climbing to do before reaching control #2 at Dudley's Bakery.
Finally, after a long afternoon in the saddle which was mostly pointed uphill, I see the control off in the distance.
My arrival happened soon enough with the nice downhill.Dudley's Bakery is a cornucopia of carbohydrates!
A control can be run out of a vehicle too. Tina makes some of the best soup for a brevet. Tom was there too somewhere helping riders.
A couple of riders enjoying the control.
I spend about 40 minutes at this control getting water and refilling my bottles. I thoroughly enjoyed Tina's soup and homemade bread. Thanks Tina and Tom for a great control.
It's around 4:45 PM and I'm leaving a little later than I'd like. I wanted to descend the nearly 50 miles back to Lakeside with some sunlight. It's a lot of downhill, I can go faster with sunlight than I can go with all my lights on.
At this point of the ride, I stow the camera. I only have about an hour of daylight left and trying to take pictures in the dark would be too dangerous. Plus having the flash go off would really ruin my night vision, or the night vision of other riders. I grab all my cold weather riding gear and stow it in my trunk bag. I bid farewell to the control hosts and start my ride back to the finish.
Just because I can take anymore photos, doesn't mean it's going to be a boring ride!
I start the downhill back to Ramona riding down the same route I rode up. I'm pushing the Surly for speed. If you've ever ridden a Surly and pushed for speed, you know Surly's aren't really known for their speed. I did a downhill speed test on a long straight downhill near where I live, and 42 MPH was it. That's down in the drops and with no gears left, nothing but gravity.
I push the Surly through turns the best I can. What's really cool about this bike is I pick a line and just go with it. If there's a bump in the road, the Surly just floats right over it. Nothing skittish happens with the bike. I know I've run over a bump, but that's about it. I feel the frame flex some, but that's it.
It's dark before I know it, and I meet up with another rider, Dennis. We decide to stick together for the remainder of the ride, and he tells me he's trying to catch Nick up ahead of us. I met Nick at the start of the ride, but we got seperated around mile 40.
Dennis and I ride through Ramona together and we see Nick up ahead. We pull over and Nick's changing into his cold weather gear at the corner of 67 and Scripps Poway Parkway. There seems to be a unanimous decision that I lead the group down the 67 to Lakeside because I have the most lights. I told them both I'm not a fast descender in the dark, and I kept my word. I'm on the brakes most of they way down the hill to Lakeside. This side of the 67 is a mess, lots of debris on the sholder and it's narrow. We make it to the bottom, Dennis and myself decide to put on our cold weather gear too.
Another rider, Mike, catches up with us and we all stay together through Lakeside. We make the left turn onto Alpine Blvd to ride uphill once again to control #3 at Carl's Jr on Tavern Rd in Alpine. On the way up to Carl's I get passed by George and Brandy on their tandom. They had an excessive day on the bike with one mechanical after another.
We finally get to Carl's and there's Mike, George, Brandy and Dennis all chowing down. I'm at a crossroads. I've read it's best not to have solid foods on rides, but I've had about all I can handle of gels and Perpetuem. They're great products, but after 14 hours on the bike, I'm totally burned out on what I've been fueling with. So, at great gastronomical risk, I order a chicken club sandwich. I'm not a big Carl's fan, but oh this was heaven on a bun. I was very happy and suprised I didn't have any issues. Probably because I had a descent with low intesity to let things digest, plus it was cold out.
We hit the bottom of Japatul Rd and start uphill once again towards Lyons Valley Rd. Up and up we go. It's very dark out, almost midnight with clear skies and luckily, very few cars. Mike and Dennis go up the road while Nick and I stick together. About halfway up, we start taking short breaks every mile or so. During one of these breaks on a steep part of the road I have my first incident with the Surly. Nick clips in and rides up the road about 50 feet, and I try to do the same thing. I have the Surly in the lowest possible gear. When I try to take off, I only move about 2' forward, then veer out into the road, all the while trying to get my left foot clipped in. Well, I can't seem to do that, I can't find the handle and I realize I'm going down as the bike leans towards the right. Sure enough, I'm falling over to my right and can't get that foot out of the pedal. Realizing this, I rotate my shoulder so I'll land on the meaty part of my back. A few colorful metaphors later, I'm layed out over the double yellow line staring up at the sky. Nick hears me, stops and looks back down the road. He asks me if I'm ok, which I am, and I tell him I'm just taking a break looking at the pretty stars. Then it hits me, I'm right in the middle of the road and one of these vehicles could be driving up right now! Nearly 6000 upright miles on the Surly and I dump it on a brevet. I get up and realize my right elbow is bleeding some inside my shirt. Nothing crazy, and nothing else feels broken. I get back on the bike and realize the saddle has been knocked out of whack. I thought the seatpost was just twisted, but no, the rails on the saddle are bent! Upon closer inspection, I have a slight tear on my saddle too. So, without further ado, I pull out my multi-tool and realign the saddle, get back on and go. I check I can get switch through all the gears, brakes are working, trunk bag is secure and decide it's safe to ride to the finish.
Nick and I stop once again, but this time he wants to push on by trying to walk the bikes uphill. I can't walk very well in my shoes, so I try to get back on the bike. I still can't get my left foot to clip in. I double check the pedal and my cleat and all looks fine. I think about my dilemma on how to get back on the bike on steep roads, then it hits me. While walking, I spin the cranks and upshift a few gears. I get back on and this time when I mash down with my right foot, the Surly jumps up the road about 10 feet, giving me enough time to clip my left foot in! Ah, the epiphinies one gets after 150 miles of riding!
Nick and I mount our steeds and start riding once again. After a few minutes we thought we saw Dennis on the side of the road, but it was Mike. His derailleur hanger broke! This is the definition of sucks. Only 20 miles left on the ride with a bike that can't be repaired. Next time Mike!
Nick and I get real close to the summit and in the distance we see Dennis' rear lights flashing. I turn my headlamp to spot and light him up. We're there at the top and this means we really have nothing but downhill to the finish!
We start our descent and quite honestly, it's a blur. My right shoulder and elbow is sore, the cold is affecting my hands through my long gloves. It's difficult to stay on the brakes on the descent. My fronts continuously squeal as picking up speed happens very quickly. Before I know it, Nick and I are at the bottom of the hill, turning left on the 94. At the corner of Otay Lakes Rd we see Dennis' lights once again. We ride together back to the finish. It's the coldest it's ever been during the evening hours. 9 miles later, we're stopped at the red light right near the finish. Dennis tells us he's been riding with only one eye because one of his contacts fogged over! It's 1:55 AM according to the clock on the bank. The three of us discuss we have another hour before the final control officially closes. We decide to finish without doing any bonus miles. It's almost 2 AM, we're all cold, tired, very hungry and ready to call it a day.
I'd like to thank all the support folks to helped make this brevet enjoyable. Thanks to Mike and his band for designing such a challenging route. Thanks to Dennis for waiting on us 100 Watt Club riders, and to Nick for teaming up and pushing on to the finish.
I know, too much talking, not enough scenery. I actually videoed the entire run, about 45 mins worth and nearly 750MB AVI file. I edited with Avidmux on Ubuntu Hardy Heron.... YouTube only allows a max filesize of 100MB or 6 mins. Enjoy!
Total Since Jan 2008: 7347 Miles Total 2009: 2138 Miles
Total Jan 2009: 515 Miles Total Feb 2009: 364 Miles Total Mar 2009: 387 Miles Total Apr 2009: 360 Miles Total May 2009: 208 Miles Total Jun 2009: 210 Miles
Longest Single Ride: 184 Miles
About Me
Mark Schoonover
Santee, California, United States
Network Planning Engineer Harris IT Services, ultra cyclist, & bike commuter living near San Diego, CA.