Monday, August 17, 2015

A Philly Area Big F'in Loop ...

Early Morning above Souderton

Out west, there are a bunch of rides throughout different regions called the "Big Friggin' Loop" - there's a BFL Sedona, BFL Santa Fe, BFA Mammoth, etc.  As far as I know, there are none of these in the east. As far as I know.

Last New Year's, a friend of mine set up a ride for a bunch of us at Green Lane. I'd been there once or twice before, but never really had a handle on the accessible trails. But as soon as we did the ride there - about 17 miles or so - I started thinking: Green Lane is at the start of the Perkiomen Trail, which links up to the Schuylkill River Trail in Valley Forge, and the SRT goes right into Philly from there. So I started thinking about a sort of Big F'in Loop for the Philadelphia area. I could link Green Lane to both Belmont and Wissahickon and then head home along the Green Ribbon Trail.

On the farm ...

Back in June, I attempted this ride for the first time. I started by heading up to Green Lane through Hatfield and Souderton and then went through the Perk Trail to SRT into Philly. However, when I did it in June, I had a problem that cut me short - some tire issues. The time it took to get it sorted out limited what I could do at Wissahickon, so I had to head home before completing all of Wiss. Ever since then, I wanted to get another bite at the apple. This weekend, with no races on the schedule and nothing else going on, I had my chance.

Two roads diverged ...

 The plan was to ride out of my place up to Green Lane on the road, then head south along the Perkiomen Trail to Valley Forge and pick up the SRT there and follow it into Manayunk, where I could cut over through East Falls to ride the Belmont Plateau area before coming back and hitting the Spaghetti Bowl side of Wissahickon before hitting the rest of Wissahickon and the Cresheim Trails. Then finally, I'd head back home along the Green Ribbon Trail. In all, it would be about 140 miles or so.

Green Lane Blue Trail, mid-morning

I started around 6 am and everything went fine right up until I climbed over the top of Dietz Mill Road in Telford. I somehow missed a turn and ended up about five miles from the entrance to Green Lane Park before I realized my mistake. That was dumb, but not unrecoverable - I took a short cut and ended up back at the park not too much later than I would have gotten there anyway.

Green Lane is a fun trail with a lot of variety. I started out on the Orange Trail, which is every bit as rocky as anything at French Creek. From there, I hopped on the Blue Trail for the longest section of the ride. It's a lot of ridge line single track with a few drops through creek beds and some pretty steep climbs thrown in. The drops can be treacherous, but it's all rideable if you stay focused. Once I reached the end of the Blue Trail, it dropped me out on the long paved bridge that brought me back toward the Red Trail.

On the Bridge Connector to the Red Trail

The Red Trail is mostly really tight single track that weaves in and out of a pine forest area. That part of the trail, since it's close to the Knight Road parking area, is very popular with the folks riding horses. It also feels like a whole different park than what's over on the Orange and Blue Trails - smooth, winding and very narrow.

After I finished the Red Trail, it was time to head south on the Perkiomen Trail. The Perk Trail is mostly a gravel path that runs from Green Lane down to Valley Forge. I've ridden it a bunch of times before and it's nice because you can really fly on it as long as here isn't too much traffic. Saturday, there was some traffic near Spring Mountain because of a folk music festival, but I was able to get through it pretty easily just the same.

Crossing the Perkiomen Creek at Spring Mountain

After about 20 miles, the Perk Trail meets up with the SRT in Valley Forge and the SRT then runs another 20 miles or so into Philly from there. The SRT was actually the hardest part of the ride for me, not because it was difficult in and of itself. It's very flat, but that was the problem. I was spinning a 34:19 at around 15+ mph on it and found that after a while I had to take a quick break from the saddle every few minutes. It's not a very SS friendly section. I'd have been happier with a bigger gear there, but then I'd have suffered a lot more in Belmont and Wiss later.

SRT near Manayunk

But eventually I spun my way to Manayunk. At this point, I was over 75 miles on the day and decided to make a quick stop to refuel and get some "Vitamin I" since I was feeling a nasty twinge in my right calf from spinning so much. I sat in the shade behind the CVS on Main Street and drank a bunch of water and some orange juice. Then it was time to head over to Belmont for the next part of the ride.

At the Belmont Plateau
I was surprised by how overgrown some sections of Belmont were - I know this is a popular area to ride for a lot of the Philly folks, but the section just where you enter north of the hostel looked like no one had ridden it in quite a while. It did open up once I reached the main area of the park, though - over where it runs along Route 76. That was good because I usually like riding Belmont more in the fall than in the summer. There are just so many logs to hop over than if some of them are obscured from overgrowth, you can have a pretty nasty crash out there. But it was all good Saturday once I got past the hostel. I rode the main area of the park and then crossed the street to ride the trail that circles the Ultimate Frisbee field. Then I headed back toward East Falls through the connector trail. Basically, I did the whole place in the reverse of what I typically had done in the past.

Lunch of champions?
At that point, I needed something in my stomach before I hit Wissahickon. I tend to not eat too much when it's really hot out, and it was up there on Saturday. So at this point I was about 90 miles into the ride and had only eaten a Clif Bar all day. I'd been drinking steadily, but I thought it was a good idea to put something in my stomach. The problem is, I didn't want anything too heavy, but I wanted to at least get some salt into me. I'd been drinking a lot of water, and figured it was time to switch up to Gatorade. So I bought a small bag of chips and a two bottles of Gatorade at the gas station near Falls Bridge. I know it's not "ideal" nutrition, but I figured that what I really needed was just something in my stomach. I wasn't very hungry, and chips go down very easily, so that's what I went with. I just wasn't into the idea of another protein bar at that moment. (To be honest, I would have loved an ice cream sandwich, but I was worried what that would do to my stomach, so I went with the chips instead.)

The Henry Ave Bridge over the Spaghetti Bowl
From there, it was on to the Spaghetti Bowl (the south side of Wissahickon.) I rode it from Ridge Ave to West Rittenhouse Street, although I actually had to drop down through the lower trail near the end since a few downed trees made the upper trail impassable.

From Lincoln Drive, I hit Wissahickon on the Rittenhouse Town side, doing my usual double loop through Blue Bell Park. (There were about six family reunion/picnics going on the park and it was tough to get through all the traffic!)

I was starting to feel the miles a bit at that point, and slid out on the loose gravel climb up to Park Line Road. That's a nasty little climb, but I never lose it on that section, so I knew I was off my game. Worse yet, I wasn't even motivated to remount and start again. I just got off and pushed and thought nothing about it. I decided that I needed to refocus, so I took the treacherous south-side trail along the creek to get to Cresheim. That trail is crazy technical, with about two or three sections where it's almost impossible to stay on the bike. I rode what I could, even when I thought I'd be better off just pushing, and then hopped off only for the big rock crossing near the end. That left me satisfied that I wasn't going to puss out all through Wissahickon and I continued into the Cresheim Trail.

Somewhere along Cresheim, I passed the 100 mile mark for the day. That was cool because one of the goals I set earlier this season was to do at least one 100 mile SS ride every month from April through October. Some of those months were guaranteed by races or rides I was doing -- in April, I had the LBD, in July I had the trip to NY, and in September I'll be going back to the SM100. So I just had to fill in the gaps for the other months. And passing the 100 mile mark on Saturday allowed me to tick off August on the list.

But after Cresheim, I had to refill my bottle, so I climbed over the hill opposite the Inn and dropped down to the snack bar to get some Gatorade. I think I probably spent too much time there between the line and just sitting and drinking my bottle of water because when I got back on the bike, I felt really tight. And with 105 miles down, I think I was starting to run low on the reserves I'd need to loosen up again.

Somewhere in Wiss ...
But I pushed through anyway. I still had about 2/3 of the park to ride and wasn't going to give up on completing all of it. With all the bigger climbs of the park still ahead of me, though, I worked out a route that would allow me a little respite while still hitting everything. I rode from the Inn back to Lincoln to cover that section of the park and then rolled back along Forbidden Drive to re-enter the trail at the same spot near the Inn and head the opposite way toward Bells Mill. I was actually surprised that even though I was still feeling tired, I was able to handle pretty much everything out to Bells Mill without any problems. And then I crossed over to ride the Indian side of the park. I had one dab there - I just couldn't convince my legs to muscle over the 180 degree turn half way up to the Indian statue, so I hopped off and pushed along the loose gravel for a bit to shake myself out. The last short climb is littered with trees and rocks and I've never been able to clean it, so I just rode as far as I could and pushed the last 20 yards or so. But once I was over that, I smiled because I knew all of the hard parts of the day were finally behind me. I dropped down the step section and popped out to Bells Mill Drive and decided that I would ride the rock gardens after all. I bounced through them without an issue and popped out across the street from Chestnut Hill College with only the Green Ribbon Trail sitting between me and completion of the loop.

Last Refuel ...
But before I headed up Northwestern Ave to the GRT, I stopped once more at Bruno's Restaurant to get a last bottle fill. I knew that there was no place to stop along the GRT unless I rode off course, and since this had happened to me last time I tried this ride, I didn't want to leave anything to chance. So I popped into Bruno's to get a Gatorade and saw that they had Stewart's orange cream soda as well. Now, I have largely given up soda entirely and only ever have it on long rides at rest stops (because there is nothing as good as a cold coke on a long ride!) But when I was really young, my parents used to stop at a Stewarts drive in near Atlantic Highlands in NJ on the way back from the beach. I always loved their orange cream soda and have probably only had it once or twice in the last 30 years. So between nostalgia and the fact that I was 118 miles into my day, I couldn't resist. I grabbed two of them and a bottle of Gatorade for my bike and then sat outside and drank both of the sodas down in about a minute and a half. I knew I was risking a rebellion from my stomach, but … Stewarts orange soda …

GRT flowers ...
After that I hit the GRT for the 19 mile ride home. I've ridden the trail a bunch of times now, and I know it well enough to push a pace without being surprised by what's around the next corner. Climbing the ladders while holding my bike that far into the day wasn't exactly pleasant, but I had no issues. I cruised along the trail in pretty good time and made it back to Upper Gwynned in about an hour and 15 minutes or so. From there, it was just a final 4 mile ride through Lansdale to my house.

Explaining my catcher's mitt of a left hand to Joanna
(photo credit: Joanna Griffin)

The final total was just over 137 miles in about 12:40 of ride time. I finished the first 100 miles in just under 9 hours, which was definitely a goal I'd had from the start. A few weeks ago, I crashed while riding with Sean K and Slimm and I think I may have broken a few bones in my left hand because ever since then it really hurts when I bump over rocks and roots. When I got home on Saturday, it was so bad that I had to bail on a ride at Middle Run Sunday morning with Dr. Craig and a few other folks. That sucked because one thing I learned a while ago is that, for me, not riding the day after a long effort  isn't a good idea. But it was really painful and swollen on Saturday night, so I figured I'd better give it some rest if I want to survive both Fair Hill and the SM100 in a couple of weeks.

So that's it. I don't know if the term "Big Friggin' Loop" is trademarked by someone out west or whatever, so I'm calling this ride the Philly Area Big F'in Loop, because here in Philly we don't use the term "Friggin" anyway. It's a pretty great ride with a huge variety of trail and gravel roads. I'm sure I'll do it again in the future and if anyone would like to join me for some or all of it, all are welcome! Green Lane in particular is a real find for me - I love the trails out there and knowing that I can access bike paths to connect all the places I've ridden most often is pretty cool. I love doing these big rides and I don't think there is much else I'd rather do with a free weekend. The idea of multi-park rides connected by rail trails or bike paths is really appealing, and it makes the whole thing accessible for someone who may not think they have the mileage in them. You really can rest up on areas like the SRT and be ready for more trail when you get to Philly. And knocking out a whole bunch go miles is definitely an ego boost when you look at the Garmin file later on. So I'd encourage anyone out there who wants to do a long ride but isn't sure if they can to just take the plunge and do it -- if you plan it carefully, there are always bail out areas and refueling places along the way.

So get out there and ride, and I'll see you on the trails!

Monday, August 3, 2015

Vacation '15 ...

Sooooooo … it's been a while. I'd like to say it's for a good reason, but the fact is I just kind of got away from the whole blogging thing for a while. I certainly haven't lacked or material this year. In fact, I've been doing so much that I just didn't really have a lot of time to devote to writing about it. I'd like to change that. The truth is I like doing this blog. I don't care if cycling bloggers are disappearing left and right. I do this because I like the idea of having a record of the rides and events so I can look back on them later when I am too old or too broken to do this stuff.

So without getting too deep into it, here's a quick update of what has gone on this year. I'll do it in pictures to save myself a few thousand words …

This past winter, I hired a good friend of mine, a really talented graphic artist, to help design my very own kit. Then a new friend from Death Row put it all together for me. Turned out pretty great!

In April, I competed in the Leesburg Bakers Dozen for the third time, and managed a second place with 17 laps in just over 13 hours. 
In June, I did my most important race of the season - the Wilmington/Whiteface 100K  Leadville Qualifier, where I took the SS win and won a place in the Leadville 100. I deferred my entry until next season so my wife will be able to join me at the race. This was my only real "goal" for the season, so it felt pretty awesome to take the win.
After the Leadville Qualifier, I did the Rothrock Trail Mix. I don't have any pictures from the race, but it was one of the most - let's call it "educational" - races I've ever done. I had a decent race overall, but there was a really long rock garden section at the end that broke me. I was sitting in fourth overall until that spot and then another rider who I'd passed on the climbs was just way, way, waaaaay better than I was in the rocks. It taught me that even though I ride rocky trails on a semi-regular basis, "rocks" and "central PA rocks" are different things altogether. My final position was 6th, but that's a bit suspect. There was a rider who I passed who never passed me again and yet somehow finished ahead of me. So … whatever …

My next race was the Stewart 45 in July. All in all, I can't complain about how it turned out -- I finished in 9th place out of 22 or so, despite having another rider run into me the day before during my pre-ride that caused a nasty crash that broke both of my brakes off, and ultimately left me with a broken hand. And on the morning of the race, I woke up with a stomach issue that left me pretty dehydrated. I was good on the first lap, but then suffered the rest of the way and faded from 4th down to 9th. It was one of those days when just finishing felt like a moral victory.

And that brings me to last week, my vacation week, and a bike packing trip I'd been planning for the last six months or so. About a year ago, a buddy of mine and I decided we wanted to ride part of the Erie Canal Trail in NY. At the beginning of this year, I decided I was actually going to ride all of it. But the logistics turned out to be a much greater obstacle than I anticipated.

My plan was to ride from my home to the 30th Street Station in Philadelphia and catch an Amtrak train to NYC and then another to Albany to ride west to Rochester, where I'd meet my buddy for the last leg of the ride. But it turns out that Amtrak requires you to box your bike for all trains in the east. That left me with a different plan: I would drive to Rochester, ride east to Albany and then turn around and ride back to Rochester in time to meet up for the last section. That meant riding the entire length of the Canal Trail twice.

Ultimately, it wasn't to be. There were two things that made it unfeasible and I ultimately turned around to make it back to Rochester before I was able to get all the way to Albany. The first thing was the trail itself - every time I reached a city, it more or less disappeared and I had to navigate my way through city streets to re-connect to eh other side, This happened in Syracuse, Rome and Utica. Syracuse was especially nasty - there was one road that was incorrectly marked on my guide map, and I spent at least 25 minutes searching for the right route.

The second thing that made it tougher than expected was the heat. Or I should say, more specifically, the sun. It was brutal. The heat was really high and the dew point even higher, but the real killer was the sun itself. It felt like there was nothing filtering it all week. Three days into the ride, I was already trying to ride only int he morning hours to avoid heat stroke.

For the week, I ultimately did just under 500 miles and covered the distance form just west of Schenectady all the way to Niagara Falls. It was a nice trip, but I definitely could have preferred to do it later in the year. A few photos …

At the start in Rochester ...

One of many boats along the canal

Trail Bridge ...

Some off-trail scenery ...

A typical trail section ...

Crossing one of the rivers ...

A rare section of single track ...

Early morning on the trail ...

One of the many road sections ...

The Falls ...

The Falls at night ...

The best Pumking I ever had … they rolled the glass in cinnamon!
The riding itself wasn't super hard, but with the heat and the navigation made it a tough week. Still, I had fun out there. Figuring out how to manage all my gear and all that was a real learning experience, and riding long distances day after day was pretty cool. By the third day, it felt pretty natural. I'd like to do more rides like that, but perhaps more of a mountainbike feel than this ride - there was just too much road on this one. Maybe next year I'll try to do one of those hut-to-hut rides or something. 

So that's a rough update of the year so far. I glossed over a lot, but I think I hit the highlights. I'm going to try to stay more up to date from here out. I've got the Fair Hill 50 and Shenandoah coming up and I'm trying to figure out whether I'l be able to swing some other events this fall. 

Until then, see you on the trails!

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Wicked Fun ...

The crazy mass start at 6 Hrs of CP
photo credit: Jennifer Carlson
I rolled over and looked at the clock on the microwave. It was about 5:30. I had planned to get up at 6:00. I'd actually been awake on and off all night, which was odd. I'd done the Something Wicked Six Hours of Cathedral Pines three times before, and I never really have much trouble sleeping the night before races that I know well. But there I was, up and ready to go more than three hours ahead of the start. My hotel was only a few miles from the start, so I took my time getting ready.

If I had to guess why I didn't sleep that well, I'd probably say it was because things had actually gone way too smoothly this time around. That may sound strange, but every other year I've done this race, I've had some kind of drama in the run-up to it. In 2010, I came down with a pretty nasty head cold a day before but decided to race through it anyway. I was jacked up on sinus meds and feeling pretty loopy by the end of the day, but I still had so much fun on the course that I knew I'd found a race I'd return to every year I could. Then, right before the 2011 edition, my fork ceased up and I needed to have it rebuilt, which meant I would be without it for the race. As a stop gap, I picked up a rigid carbon fork and had it installed one day before I left for the race, meaning my first ride on the fork was in the race. It worked out okay in the end, but I was worried that the roots would hammer me (because there are a lot of roots at CP.) In 2013, I took Friday off to drive out to the venue early for a pre-ride and while I was out on the course, my seat post snapped in half and I spent the next few hours first tracking down a seat post that would fit my frame, and then trying to extract the broken piece inside the seat tube that refused to budge. (That worked out, too, thanks to some creative use of a slide hammer by the folks at Rocky Point Cycle.) So this year, when the only thing I had to deal with was a cracked water bottle cage, I had a pretty easy run-up. In fact, I was done with my pre-ride and checked in to my hotel by 4:00 Friday. So maybe I was so restless because I hadn't had any problems to deal with!

I hung around the hotel for about an hour waiting for the breakfast buffet to open. After a quick waffle & egg meal, I loaded up the car and headed to the park. One of the great things about this race is the fact that everyone pits from their car. The course circles a wide open field and we all park on the perimeter. So once you pull up to your spot, you just pop the trunk and set yourself up right behind your car. Having done races where the pit areas were miles from the parking, I can say this is an awesome feature. After six hours of racing, who wants to drag a cooler and possibly more back to a car (especially in the cold)? As I pulled up to my spot, I saw the man himself, Shoogs.

The Cowbell King - Randy "Shoogs" Larrison
photo credit: Gary Hoehne
We discussed how deep the SS field was this year. I'd noticed that when I'd checked the lineup a few days before -- I knew a lot of the names on the list and there were some really strong riders coming out. I wasn't too concerned about that, though, because in all honesty, my only plan for the day was to get 8 laps again (and maybe do it a bit faster than in 2013.) I could have cared less if I came in DFL if I could still pull that off.

It was really cold at the start -- somewhere in the 20's -- but it was supposed to reach the low 40's during the day, so I had some concern about how to dress. I was shivering out of control, though, so layering up won out. Even then, though, I was shivering uncontrollably as I waited for the start.

The start … the start at CP is kind of nuts. It's a mass start with all classes going off at once, and it stages in the lower parking area of the park. Only the "staging" is basically one massive single line across the width of the lot, and on the sound of the gun it's a mad dash for all racers to reach the much narrower road first. Why? Because shortly after we reach the single track about a mile up the road, the first climb causes a miserable bottleneck -- unless you happen to be up near the front. And so that's where everyone wants to be. And it can get pretty hairy -- wheels rub, brakes squeak, angry racers shout, and occasionally someone can go down. I've made it a point of putting out as much effort as necessary to stay out of the fray and get up near the front ever since the first year I did the race, and this year was no different. What was different is that it seemed like a whole lot more of the field had the same idea this year and I had to stay on full gas all the way to the single track just to avoid getting spit out the back.

There was a very brief bottleneck as we turned into the trail but once we got through that, I found myself on a fast moving train of riders. We rolled along for a while, picking off a few quick-starters here and there, and eventually I found myself on the back of a short group of three behind Chris Brawley from NJ and, just in front of me, SS pro Matt Ferrari. I know how strong both of these guys are, so I figured sitting on with them was a good place to be. We rode along for maybe five miles this way and then I dropped my chain for the first of many times over the course of the day. I'm still not sure what loosened it up, but I wasn't about to stop to find out. And even though it took only a few seconds to fix it that first time, I was passed by about 20 riders. But all in all, though, if I have to have a mechanical, I'll take dropping a chain over most others any day because on a SS, it's almost always a very quick fix. Ultimately, I would drop it about 8 times during the course of the day, but in total that may have cost me only a minute or two tops.

Pushing out of the woods
photo credit: Chris Daily
One other thing about the crazy start at CP is that the confusion of everyone running all together makes it more or less impossible to know where you are in your class. And since I was only focusing on chasing 8 laps, I wasn't focused on finding out. I just wanted to stay as fast as possible without blowing myself up. But around my fourth lap, I started to realize that I was on a pretty good pace to hit my goal as long as nothing too major happened and as I came through the Start/Finish area, Scott Rath from the Cadre Crew told me I was in the lead with about a two minute gap  to second place. At first, I was sure that was a mistake. I'd already had to stop 5 or 6 times for my chain, and I was sure I remembered seeing at least one other SSer passing me very early on and I certainly hadn't caught anyone. But I figured it couldn't hurt to stay on my effort either way. And besides, at that point every time I was coming through the Start/Finish, Jody or Jeff form Cadre were yelling at me to go faster on the PA, and it's hard to deny that kind of motivation.

Speaking of motivation, one of my favorite parts of this year's edition of CP was that every time I'd pass through Shoogs' Cowbell Heckle Pit, I'd hear him yell my name and call me a "crusher of souls". Whether or not you agree with the idea that crushing souls is a good thing to do (I happen to be fine with it!) having that yelled at you while you're struggling to go as fast as you can is an undeniable boost! I highly recommend experiencing that at least once in your racing career!

I finished up my 7th lap in about 5:50 or so, ensuring I'd hit my first goal for the day. I was on pace to beat my time from the last year, too, so that pretty much ensured that I'd hit my second goal as well (again, barring disaster.) I still had only seen a few other SSers all day, and those were guys I'd lapped, so I started to wonder if what I'd been told earlier was actually the case. Either way, I wasn't about to leave whatever position I was in to chance. I worked with one of the LWC guys, Don Breon, for the last lap and that kept me moving. I crossed the line in about 6:38, about 4 minutes faster than last year. And they confirmed that I had, in fact, won the SS class! That was really cool. The guy who they'd been warning me about all day came in a few minutes later. I'm glad I never knew for sure because I wouldn't have wanted any reason to do anything differently. I had ridden solid all day, had a lot of fun doing it, got to see a bunch of friends from all over, and ended up with the win. And I also came away with an awesome chain-ring and cog set from Endless Bikes (in orange, no less!) as a special SS prize! That's how you do a race day!

On the SS Podium with Brian Berry (right) and Watts Dixon (left)
And with that, my season is done. It was a long year, and I'm really happy with how it played out. But it's time to take a little time off before next year's training begins in earnest. I really couldn't have asked for a better way to end the year, too!

Huge thanks to Randy, Jeff, Jody, Scott from Cadre and everyone else involved with putting on this race. It's become one of my perennial favorites and I mark it down as a "definite" every year when planning the events I'll attend. It's so well run, and so much fun -- perfect for first time endurance racers and those of us who've been doing them for years. It's definitely one not to miss, and a great way to close out a long season! Whether you want to push yourself for the full six hours, race with teammates, or even just ride a few laps and then hang out for the fun (and post-race chili!), do yourself a favor and don't miss out on this race next year. Hope to see you out there!

Sunday, November 2, 2014

October Racing, Part II

Is this a heart attack or a course profile?

So after Cyclemania at Blue Marsh, I had a weekend off before starting a vacation week. My birthday is in October and I've been taking that off every year for as long as I can remember. It's not even to celebrate my birthday - I've just always loved the fall and by coincidence, my birthday falls in the third week of October, which is usually perfect fall weather. This year, it was actually a pretty awesome birthday, though.

My wife gave me a pretty awesome birthday present this year -- my very own personalized beer crawl. It was actually a Brew Pub tour. Everywhere we went is a brewery. Some of them only brew for serving in-house, and some were larger brewers. But all were friggin' awesome. I can't do it justice, so I'll just let the photos tell the story.

We started the day at Yards near Delaware Ave in Philly ...
… where we were joined by nuns for the Nun Crawl ...

… and got a quick glimpse of heaven.

From there, it was on to Nodding Head a few blocks away. We had lunch there - great food, and their brews (all for in-house service) were awesome. 
Next it was on to Coshohocken, right off the SRT. They have a  tasting room that was really cool. And a fantastic selection (including one of the best IPAs I've had in a long time. Big props to the server for suggesting it!) I will be returning there soon!
Number 4 was another spot that brewed exclusively for in-house service. I had an awesome Dubbel ale here. 
Our final stop was at Ambler's Forest and Main, which looks like a residence, but has a really cool, funky bar area. I loved this place, and their nitrogen pours … very cool!
So, yeah … pretty awesome birthday. I'm a little biased, but I still think it's fair to say Joanna is the best.

During my week off, I had to do a little work to find some rides -- it rained from Tuesday through Thursday here. But on Tuesday, I headed south below the storm to ride the Patapsco 100 course near Baltimore. It's a 33 mile loop that they do three times during the race. (I now understand why there is such a high DNF rate in that race -- that's a brutal course!) And on Thursday, I headed due west to one of my favorite spots - Rattling Creek at Weiser Forest. It was pouring at my house, but it hadn't rained all day out there. I love riding there, so that was a blast.

The hang-glider launch … always a necessary photo op

It was cloudy, but never rained at all

Autumn in Weiser … doesn't get much better ...
All in all, I managed to fit in six rides in seven days. Not bad, especially considering that I was signed up for the Six Hour Relay at Susquehannah on Saturday morning.

Saturday, I drove down to Havre de Grace, MD to the Susquehannah State Park for the race. The promoter, Zach Adams, has put on some pretty cool races in the past, so I was psyched for this one. Like the Blue Marsh race, I'd be racing SS in an open class, which I expected to be the same kind of challenge. But I liked the venue -- it had been years since I raced at Susquehannah. I think the last time was around 2004 or so when they used to have the AMBC Susquehannah Scorcher in the summer. So I probably should have known better when I took Zach's pre-race email at its word when it described the course as having only "... a few punchy climbs …" But I didn't listen to that voice in my head and left my usual 32:18 on the Niner.

It turns out that the course had a shit ton of climbing -- like the first 2/3 of the 6 mile lap was all uphill. And not just uphill -- uphill with tons of water bars. So it was basically like riding up steps for 4 miles. And that can get pretty old after a few hours.

The pre-race meeting was pretty informal, as was the start. Zach finished up his comments on the course and then said, "Okay … GO!" When none of us responded, he said, "I'm serious … GO!" He was serious, too. So I just happened to be standing close to the course entrance, so I jumped on my bike and took off, leading the entire field -- solo and teams -- into the single track.

We hit the first climb and I tried to manage my pace as I popped over the first set of water bars. I was still at the front at the top of the second water bar climb and took a quick glance behind me to see who else was with me. And there was no one there. I mean, no one. I was all alone. I briefly panicked, thinking I must have turned off course. But then I saw another rider far back and figured someone must have held up the group on the water bars. And since I had a lead, I didn't want to waste it, so I started to push a little harder. I kept the effort up, even beating Zach to the first road crossing. I was out front an call alone until I hit the first real descent. At that point another rider finally bridged. He was a much stronger descender, riding a FS bike, and at the bottom of the descent, he was right on my wheel. But I lost him on the last climb, a very loose rock hill with three hop-over water bars near the top, and he wasn't able to catch up on the long descent to the Start/Finish. I crossed the line and headed out on my next lap all alone.

On the second lap, as I passed the road crossing where Zach was directing traffic, all I could manage was a quick, "Lotta climbing out here." He laughed and just said, "Yes there is."

I rode alone for the next three laps, only seeing a few other riders when I caught and lapped them. I was feeling pretty good, but I figured that wouldn't last the full six hours, not with that much climbing. So I wanted to keep the pace up as long as I could. It was either on my sixth or seventh lap when another rider finally ran me down. As he passed, he said, "You're killing it" and I said, "Thanks! Are you solo?" He laughed and said, "No way! I'm duo." At that point, I didn't have the legs to follow him, so I let him go. But I was happy to hear I was still leading the solo. I was a bit worried, though -- all of it was starting to hurt pretty bad, and i was starting to wonder how much longer I could keep it up.

My legs were actually fine. What was really hurting was my back. Or, more specifically, the sweep of my lats from where the tuck into my shoulders right down to the hips. I think this was because of all the  water bars. I was constantly popping the front up and over the berms. And eventually, it just wore my back out. On the seventh lap, every time I pulled up on the bars, my back started to go into a full cramp. And if I tried to relax it, the cramp transferred down into my forearms. It was bad. I was drinking plenty, and like I said, my legs were doing great. But that back pain was getting hard to deal with. I finally had to get off and run a bit rather than try to ride the last water bar climb. I decided this was how I'd have to finish, and also figured it would probably cost me the lead.

My seventh lap was particularly painful. I was cramping every few minutes and had to really focus to keep moving. But I got through it and was able to relax a bit on the long descent to the finish. I started the eighth lap feeling a little recovered, but I did have a few moments of cramping during that lap once again. I was still holding the lead, but I was really hoping I would be able to stop at the end of that lap.

But it wasn't to be. At the end of my eighth lap, I asked the scoring table how much time I had on the second place racer. He told me that at the end of my last lap, I was holding seven minutes. I crossed the line at about 5 hours and 35 minutes or so, so I knew I had to go back out. So off I went.

It's always funny to me how much of a mental game these endurance races can be. Knowing I was now definitely on my last lap, I felt a lot better, and it showed in my lap time. I shaved several minutes off my previous two laps, and never cramped during that last six miles. I was also never caught, so in the end, I crossed the line in 6 hours and 8 minutes with nine laps and the solo open win. I was also second overall out of all racers -- teams and solo combined. It also turned out that the guy chasing me was possibly suffering just as much -- he actually lost time on that eight lap and ultimately never went out for a ninth. I totally understand that -- I was decimated at the finish. I was really happy to have the win, though, and as tough as the course was I really had a blast all day.

Solo Open Podium at the Six Hour Relay @ Susquehannah

Not a bad way to close out a really fun month of racing. I have only one more race to do this year, one of my favorites: The sWe Six Hours of Cathedral Pines. After that, I'll start thinking about next year. I'm not going to plan it all out, but I am going to pick at least a few big events again because I don't want to lose that sense of urgency with respect to fitness. I've been pretty happy with how that worked out this year, so I would kind of like to keep it going (and maybe even raise the bar!) next year.

Until next time, see you on the trails!

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

October Racing, Part I ...

I raced three out of four weekends in October this year. In my last post, I covered the first race I did this month -- Iron Cross. The following week, I lined up for the four hour endurance class at Blue Marsh Cyclemania, and then this past Saturday, I was down in Maryland for the inaugural Six Hour relay @ Susquehannah.

I've done the Blue Marsh Race almost every year they've had it now, including the last two versions in the endurance class. Blue Marsh is a very fast course with one massive climb up the back of the old ski mountain. That climb is what really makes the race challenging for a single speeder, because the endurance class at Blue Marsh is open -- there are no age groups or separate class for geared vs. single. So it's pretty much a tough road to hoe to make the podium on a single speed because you can't gear for  both the mountain and the flats. What you end up doing is gearing for the fast flat sections and accept that you'll be hiking the big climb. The geared riders don't have to make that choice, so … like I said, tough road on a single speed.

My goals for the race were to ride as fast as I could all day and try to beat as many of the geared riders as possible. I figured I was going to be the only single speeder because that was what had happened the previous time I'd done the endurance race there. In fact, it wasn't until the day before that there were even any other single speeders registered, and that was when Chris from MTBNJ texted me to get some info on the race. I did know that there were at least two geared riders coming who were going to be almost impossible to beat on that course, so I figured that my absolute best case scenario was maybe third. On race day morning, I was happily surprised when Chris brought along Mitch and another friend, Tim, to join the two of us on single speeds for four hours.

The race start at Blue Marsh goes along the contours of a small, slick grassy hill. I knew that the best option was to get out front early if I could because someone always seems to hit the ground on that grass and I wanted to avoid any part of that. So of the start, I went out as hard as I could and led the entire field into the single track. I knew that wouldn't last, but I wanted to avoid as much possible trouble as I could. As it turned out, I stayed near the front for most of the first lap, and at one point took a quick glance backward and realized that we had a small selection up front -- three geared guys, myself and the other single speeder, Tim. I could see Chris charging hard but we had a gap and I figured that even if Chris caught on, we had already put a bunch of the other racers on the defensive.

We lost the lead three geared guys on the mountain as I suspected we would. Chris caught on with Tim and I as we hiked up to the top portion, but the effort seemed to cost him quite a few matches because we dropped him again after the descent. Chris and Mitch had both made a last minute decision to swap out their gears for larger ones right before the start, so they both had to do a lot more work than myself or Tim on the few steep climbs on the course. Personally, I don't mind spinning so I would never have opted for the larger gear and I was happy all day on my 32:18.

Once we left Chris behind, Tim and I pretty much settled in for the rest of the day together. We chased the geared guys, but realized pretty quickly that we were really at a disadvantage on the singles, and eventually we decided that we'd continue to chase but would focus more on holding off anyone chasing us. We worked very well together, and I had a good time chatting with him as we looped around the course again and again. I pretty much sat on the front all day, but that wasn't Tim playing any games. The truth was it worked best that way. I was a little stronger (because of my slightly lighter gear) on the climbs and I get skittish following a wheel too close because I like to see my own lines. Tim was a better bike handler and had no issues sitting on.

There was some confusion at the scoring tent near the end and it ultimately cost Tim and I a final lap, but it all worked out in the end. We were never going to catch the lead three (even though we did get closer than I thought we were) and in the end I crossed the line with Tim for fourth and fifth overall.

PLACE  BIB  FIRST NAME    LAST NAME    Team                                           Age  Finish Time
1      514  GORDON        DAVIES       ELEVEN MADISON PARK / BICYCLE TECH RACING / VTC47   4:14:49
2      517  STEVEN        MANCUSO      CYCLE CRAFT/BULLDOGS                           40   4:15:45
3      512  CHRIS         BRAWLEY      MTBNJ.COM-HALTERS CYCLE                        48   4:18:23
4      515  MARTIN        GRIFFIN      TWIN SIX / BULLDOG MTBERS                      43   3:47:07
5      523  Tim           Borsetti                                                    53   3:47:07
6      521  CHRISTOPHER   SCHILLING    MTBNJ.COM/HALTERS CYCLES                       43   3:57:21
7      518  JOHAN         NEL                                                         44   4:06:23
8      519  JASON         PERRY        HANGSTERFERS LUBRICANTS                        36   1 Lap
9      520  JASON         PILATO       TEAM MARTY'S                                   43   1 Lap
10     511  JOHN          BAUMANN                                                     52   1 Lap
11     522  BRIAN         SHAUB                                                       37   1 Lap
12     555  Mitchell      Gold                                                        55   1 Lap
13     526  Anthony       Groves                                                      40   2 Lap
14     524                                                                            0    3 Lap
15     525  Erika         McEnroe                                                     42   3 Lap

16     516  ROBERT        HIMES        MASON DIXON VELO/THE CYCLE WORKS               40   4 Lap

Next up … Susquehannah ...