Monday, June 23, 2014
My Girl Greta
Greta showed up in my life on March 01, 2002. I had recently lost a great dog named Shadow to liver cancer (see Papa's Little Girl post from 02/13/2005) I was torn over losing her but missed the companionship of a good dog. A friend who volunteered at Atlanta Pet Rescue asked if I would foster a puppy named Greta they had just picked up from the Spalding County Shelter, but couldn't offer for adoption until she was spayed. I picked up Greta on a Friday after work, and within minutes knew I would keep her.
Greta was exactly 4 months old that day, weighed 19 pounds, and was full of energy. At first she loved to chase squirrels and once she treed them she would stay at the base and bark at them as if to say "why wont't you come back down and play?" Of course I worried she would chase one into the street but in parks trees were the preferred escape. One day I noticed a dead squirrel that must have just died. It looked like it was taking a nap. I called her attention to it and she charged over expecting it to flee. When it didn't move Greta kept circling it and barking at it. When the squirrel still didn't move she began nudging it with her nose and barking incessantly.
Fortunately we discovered a more enjoyable activity. I started tossing a tennis ball and of course Greta would fetch it, actually bring it back and drop it at my feet. If I didn't pick it up she would pick it up,toss it at my feet again, and bark at me to toss it until I did. One day it bounced over a neighbor's fence out of sight. Just like with the squirrel she sat there and barked, but when I tossed her a different ball she caught it and immediately spit it out. Not until I climbed over the fence and retrieved the one we started with would she be happy. Whatever ball we started with was the only one Greta would retrieve. If we were walking in woods I could threw the ball into the deepest brush or even in a direction when she was looking elsewhere not seeing the actual throw and Greta would starting working her way around until she located it. Sometimes that could take 15-20 minutes, but she almost always located that ball. Of course tennis ball retrieval became her favorite activity for her entire life. She especially loved retrieving it from ponds, lakes, and rivers and became a very strong swimmer.
Since Greta loved riding in a car road trips were memorable times together. The longest one was to Oklahoma for a family reunion in 2009. It was 870 miles each way and of course Greta had a great time chasing tennis balls and swimming in the lakes on my cousin's property. She also could recognize many places we frequented and as we got close she would stand up, wag her tail and bark excitedly. She was extremely friendly with every person she met, but there were some dogs she just did not like. Most of the time they were dogs big or small that wanted to jump at or on her, and she would let them know that was totally unacceptable. I never saw her back down from an aggressive dog either but she would ignore them if they weren't close.
Greta followed my orthopedic journey with two canine cruciate ligament surgeries on her rear legs. The procedure is called Tibial Plateau Leveling Osteotomy. When she injured her left rear leg in 2010 she was referred to an orthopedic vet surgeon. He told me she would not be able to walk up or down stairs for several weeks after the operation. Since Greta weighed 45 pounds, hated being picked up and lived in a 3 story condo this looked like a challenge. I ordered a special leash for dogs with hip issues; when it arrived I brought the package into the living room where Greta was resting. I opened the package,she took one look at it, hopped up on the couch and gave me a look that said "don't even think about using that thing on me." As it turned out she was able to negotiate stairs with just a normal leash. After 12 weeks Greta gradually resumed all her normal activity including ball retrieval. I was jealous; her surgeries and rehab were more successful than the many I've undergone. Two years later she injured the other rear leg but again still chased the ball, but wanted time outs more frequently. I think her age also began to slow her down. Nevertheless, trips to the forest trail and river were meet with excitement, tail wagging and ball retrieval.
Last November Greta developed a sinus infection which was turned out to be cancerous. I consulted with 2 vets; because the treatment was invasive, and the prognosis was not great, I decided to just keep her comfortable. She remained comfortable and normal until the very end. I went to participate in the Race Across America and left her with a friend who always kept her whenever I was gone and could not take her with me. Two days later I got a call that she was at the vet and seemed to have taken a turn for the worse. While driving to California I consulted with the vet and made the painful decision. In a way it was a blessing since I have always had a difficult time being present. My friend Jeannette was there and it was a peaceful passing. I also had 2 weeks of being involved with the Race Across America (RAAM) to help divert the pain.
Now I am home and about to embark on a road trip that Greta made with me several times. Reality has set in. I miss Greta's companionship, but she will live the rest of my life in fond memories. To again reflect on the quote in the book My Dog Skip, "she's not really gone; a part of Greta lies buried in my heart."
Monday, September 30, 2013
400 km Brevet--Mind Game
As a member of Randonneurs USA (RUSA) I've completed a RUSA event of at least 200 km or more for 44 consecutive months through August. Probably not a big deal compared to some other RUSA members but it is the longest current streak among Georgia members. More importantly to me I had never accomplished cycling a 100 mile ride in 12 straight months before joining RUSA, and that had been a life goal for at least 10 years.
For September I targeted a 400 km event riding from Dublin GA to Clarks Hill SC and back. Again not too big a deal since others were doing either a 600 or 1000 km ride during this event, but 400 km would be my longest ride so far in 2013. I drove to Dublin very early Friday morning arriving in time to eat breakfast and prepare for a 5:00 am start. Why not drive down the day before and get a decent night sleep at some motel? Mainly because I never sleep very well the first night on the road. I figured 5 hours of sleep in my own bed would be better than a restless night on the road.
8 cyclists started promptly; I wasn't sure who was doing 400 or who was doing 1000. Those doing 600 would join the 1000 k riders Saturday morning. It didn't matter though because pretty soon I was all by myself. Except for a few sightings on the portion of the course that was out and back I never saw another cyclist. For several reasons the 400 km distance can be hard, especially from a mental perspective. First it's too short a distance for a drop bag or motel room on the course so I ride with no sleep. On longer rides there's a chance to stop somewhere, shower, sleep a little, put on fresh clothes and continue riding. Second since I am use to riding lots of 200 km events, that moment when you reach 125 miles (or so) you realize you have to do the same distance again, most likely a lot of it at night.
I was comfortable in the clothes I had on at the start, and once daylight and warmth arrived I could easily adjust my wordrobe. The first 50 miles were flat and easy but later the wind picked up (headwind) and the rolling hills showed up. Nothing steep, but they were enough along with the wind to take some energy, not so much physically but mentally. My mind starting wandering as it usually does on rides like this where I am alone. I thought about two birthday cards I'd just mailed, one to my ex-fiancee, the other to my stepson. I reflected on the ups and downs about both relationships--won't bore anyone with the specifics except to say those reflections filled up a lot of miles.
As I reached the 100 mile mark I saw 2 cyclists already heading back from the turn around in South Carolina. A few miles later I came across 2 more riders and saw Kevin Kaiser who is the RUSA brevet administrator and organized the event. I asked him if there was any place to get a decent meal further out on the course and he told me the only places were 2 restaurants across the street. I decided to catch one of them on the way back. That happened to be at mile 125 and a sit down vegetable plate with time to take off my shoes was most welcome. I have gotten use to eating very little on 200 km rides, but I knew this ride would require more solid fuel. I'm grateful for Kevins' advice because there wasn't another place to get a decent meal until mile 225.
Refreshed and slightly rested I pushed on for a while until sunset around 7:15. I put warm clothes back on, turned on lights and kept pedaling reflecting on passing the half way point. Darkness brought a chill and it seemed colder than it had been when we started that morning in the dark. Unfortunately I didn't bring anything warmer so I resigned myself to being cold at times. Those times mainly happened on down hills where I could make up time by going fast. I began wondering whether I'd rather have up hills which became slower as the night progressed, downhills where I felt cold and sometimes could not see much of the road in front of me, or the flats where I felt like falling asleep on the bike.
Although it was incredibly dark I had plenty of lights on my bike and helmet to guide and keep me visible. The nice thing about night riding on rural roads is the absence of any vehicle traffic; the disadvantage is that sometimes there are rural dogs you can't always see until they appear out of nowhere. I got several chances to practice how fast I could sprint after a long time in the saddle. The other unnerving thing can be where you hear dogs barking ahead of you and don't know if they're loose or restricted. At one point riding through a small community the dogs started barking in what became a chorus line as I cycled. At least this time none were loose, but you never know.
As the night wore on I became less meditative and more focused on my aches and pains. Earlier in the day I had thought about doing the 400, taking a nap and then heading out with the 600 so I could claim a full super randonneur series (200, 300, 400, 600 during 2013). Now I just wanted to be off the bike and asleep. I was really tired, but potential road hazards, dogs, and fear of going off course kept me alert. At 4:00 am I stopped at the last control (Waffle House) for a grilled cheese sandwich and coke. I hardly remember the last 40 miles, except that upon turning onto the road back to the start/finish I encountered the worst road conditions of the entire ride. That coupled with Saturday morning Dublin traffic and my own weariness made the final 3 miles pretty dicey.
I reached the hotel at 7:00 am, loaded my bike in the car, and headed for Kevin's hotel room for a shower and nap. When I first laid down the aches and pains made it hard to sleep, but fatigue prevailed and I got 3 hours of sleep. Over breakfast with Kevin I discovered that 3 of the 8 starters did not finish the 400. One of the major skills in rando riding is being able to follow a cue sheet and they had gotten lost and couldn't find their way back on course. Kevin ended up picking them up. So of the 5 cyclists who finished, one like me had only planned on doing 400, and the other 3 had left just before I arrived to do another 600 km ride along with a few more who started the 600 on Saturday. All 3 of the 1000 k riders finished along with the 3 who did the 600.
There is a RUSA mantra that says "it's not about the destination, it's about the journey." On this journey I made it 45 consecutive months completing a RUSA event of 200 km (or more). I learned that completing a lot of 200 km rides without more 300 km rides did not prepare me for a 400 km effort--at least not without some pain and suffering. But I also learned that mental fortitude and stubbornness can overcome potential physical limitations.
For September I targeted a 400 km event riding from Dublin GA to Clarks Hill SC and back. Again not too big a deal since others were doing either a 600 or 1000 km ride during this event, but 400 km would be my longest ride so far in 2013. I drove to Dublin very early Friday morning arriving in time to eat breakfast and prepare for a 5:00 am start. Why not drive down the day before and get a decent night sleep at some motel? Mainly because I never sleep very well the first night on the road. I figured 5 hours of sleep in my own bed would be better than a restless night on the road.
8 cyclists started promptly; I wasn't sure who was doing 400 or who was doing 1000. Those doing 600 would join the 1000 k riders Saturday morning. It didn't matter though because pretty soon I was all by myself. Except for a few sightings on the portion of the course that was out and back I never saw another cyclist. For several reasons the 400 km distance can be hard, especially from a mental perspective. First it's too short a distance for a drop bag or motel room on the course so I ride with no sleep. On longer rides there's a chance to stop somewhere, shower, sleep a little, put on fresh clothes and continue riding. Second since I am use to riding lots of 200 km events, that moment when you reach 125 miles (or so) you realize you have to do the same distance again, most likely a lot of it at night.
I was comfortable in the clothes I had on at the start, and once daylight and warmth arrived I could easily adjust my wordrobe. The first 50 miles were flat and easy but later the wind picked up (headwind) and the rolling hills showed up. Nothing steep, but they were enough along with the wind to take some energy, not so much physically but mentally. My mind starting wandering as it usually does on rides like this where I am alone. I thought about two birthday cards I'd just mailed, one to my ex-fiancee, the other to my stepson. I reflected on the ups and downs about both relationships--won't bore anyone with the specifics except to say those reflections filled up a lot of miles.
As I reached the 100 mile mark I saw 2 cyclists already heading back from the turn around in South Carolina. A few miles later I came across 2 more riders and saw Kevin Kaiser who is the RUSA brevet administrator and organized the event. I asked him if there was any place to get a decent meal further out on the course and he told me the only places were 2 restaurants across the street. I decided to catch one of them on the way back. That happened to be at mile 125 and a sit down vegetable plate with time to take off my shoes was most welcome. I have gotten use to eating very little on 200 km rides, but I knew this ride would require more solid fuel. I'm grateful for Kevins' advice because there wasn't another place to get a decent meal until mile 225.
Refreshed and slightly rested I pushed on for a while until sunset around 7:15. I put warm clothes back on, turned on lights and kept pedaling reflecting on passing the half way point. Darkness brought a chill and it seemed colder than it had been when we started that morning in the dark. Unfortunately I didn't bring anything warmer so I resigned myself to being cold at times. Those times mainly happened on down hills where I could make up time by going fast. I began wondering whether I'd rather have up hills which became slower as the night progressed, downhills where I felt cold and sometimes could not see much of the road in front of me, or the flats where I felt like falling asleep on the bike.
Although it was incredibly dark I had plenty of lights on my bike and helmet to guide and keep me visible. The nice thing about night riding on rural roads is the absence of any vehicle traffic; the disadvantage is that sometimes there are rural dogs you can't always see until they appear out of nowhere. I got several chances to practice how fast I could sprint after a long time in the saddle. The other unnerving thing can be where you hear dogs barking ahead of you and don't know if they're loose or restricted. At one point riding through a small community the dogs started barking in what became a chorus line as I cycled. At least this time none were loose, but you never know.
As the night wore on I became less meditative and more focused on my aches and pains. Earlier in the day I had thought about doing the 400, taking a nap and then heading out with the 600 so I could claim a full super randonneur series (200, 300, 400, 600 during 2013). Now I just wanted to be off the bike and asleep. I was really tired, but potential road hazards, dogs, and fear of going off course kept me alert. At 4:00 am I stopped at the last control (Waffle House) for a grilled cheese sandwich and coke. I hardly remember the last 40 miles, except that upon turning onto the road back to the start/finish I encountered the worst road conditions of the entire ride. That coupled with Saturday morning Dublin traffic and my own weariness made the final 3 miles pretty dicey.
I reached the hotel at 7:00 am, loaded my bike in the car, and headed for Kevin's hotel room for a shower and nap. When I first laid down the aches and pains made it hard to sleep, but fatigue prevailed and I got 3 hours of sleep. Over breakfast with Kevin I discovered that 3 of the 8 starters did not finish the 400. One of the major skills in rando riding is being able to follow a cue sheet and they had gotten lost and couldn't find their way back on course. Kevin ended up picking them up. So of the 5 cyclists who finished, one like me had only planned on doing 400, and the other 3 had left just before I arrived to do another 600 km ride along with a few more who started the 600 on Saturday. All 3 of the 1000 k riders finished along with the 3 who did the 600.
There is a RUSA mantra that says "it's not about the destination, it's about the journey." On this journey I made it 45 consecutive months completing a RUSA event of 200 km (or more). I learned that completing a lot of 200 km rides without more 300 km rides did not prepare me for a 400 km effort--at least not without some pain and suffering. But I also learned that mental fortitude and stubbornness can overcome potential physical limitations.
Monday, September 09, 2013
Bike Accidents--50 + Years
Last Saturday August 30th, I was involved in a minor mishap on my bike. Another cyclist drifted into me, our handlebars and front wheels collided, he bounced off and hit the road, another rider hit his bike, and in the meantime I was forced off-road onto a grassy down hill. Despite best efforts my wheels slide out and I hit the ground. Stunned but fully conscious I laid there several minutes trying to determine if I was injured. The other two cyclists were taken to the closet ER. They both road rash, and one of them ended up with fractured scapula and rib although not confirmed until he followed up with ortho doc. I wound up somewhat sore and my helmet was toast which put on end to my ride that day. Spent the rest of the morning and afternoon helping the cyclists who went to ER and drove one of them home.
I found out that two days before a cycling buddy had been water skiing and sustained a very serious head injury. He's currently in an intensive care unit and even though early signs are good, he's probably facing a long physical therapy road. These events got me thinking about how lucky I've been over my long cycling career. I've had a few accidents--it's said that if you cycle enough it's not a question of whether you'll crash, it's simply a question of when. Besides last Saturday I've had a few whens. Including last week I've had a total of 11 bike accidents going all the way back to 1960. Four of them required trips to an ER, the other seven I manged to finish my ride. I won't bore anyone with details as a few of them are already mentioned in previous posts. The very first one though in 1960 deserves a mention since that event is closest I have ever come to facing death--and escaping. It was September 1960, I was in 8th grade and riding my bike home from school. I was trying to catch my brother who was ahead of me. I was going as fast as I could down Grove Street when I approached a car going in the same direction at an incredibly slow speed. I decided to pass on the right at the same time the driver decided to pull over in order to park. I glanced off the car, hit a curb, and tried to grab a tree near the sidewalk in order to stop my momentum. My bike went out from under me, I was spun around the tree, and thrown completely underneath the car. The only thing I remember was seeing the right rear wheel resting just off my right shoulder. Fortunately the most serious injury was severe road rash--actually tree rash--from my wrist all the way up my arm to my sleeve. Obviously I've been fortunate to have cycled as long as I have with only 11 mishaps.
Here are some observations I've learned over the years from my own crashes and having helped some other cyclists. These are not in any priority:
Don't be in a hurry to move. When you hit the pavement or road hard some level of shock sets in. While the tendency is to immediately move to a "safe place" you may have an injury where movement is not a good idea. Even in urban areas when a cyclist goes down and stays there others spring into action quickly. They should be able to keep you safe from other vehicles. Let the shock settle down before you try moving potentially injured limbs or body. If you suspect a serious injury or fracture let others assess the situation. During my crash last week, even though I was fully conscious I experienced some shock. I remained still until I was sure I could move and even then I was very careful to assess things beforehand.
Experience is huge. I've ridden a lot of miles, in cities, traffic, on rural roads, at night, and in all kinds of weather. I've avoided countless crashes because I ride defensively, assume I'm virtually invisible, and anticipate actions of others on the road--dogs include. I don't keep great records of my annual mileage--no one really cares except me and then only when I'm trying to make a point. Probably over 250,000 during my life so far. So for me cycling on a street is no more dangerous than crossing it on foot, driving a car (no matter what car you're in there is always something bigger). We all do some things with confidence because we have gained experience, but we also know deep down inside that something serious can go wrong in any of life's activities.
Wear a helmet. This is an obvious no brainer now but I never wore one until 1984 when I did an organized ride. Back then the only people wearing helmet were football players--and no, they weren't leather. On some accidents my head never hit anything, but whenever it has the helmet saved me from potentially serious injury. Not only should a cyclist always wear a helmet they need to make sure it's the right size and fits properly.
Enough writing about riding--time to ride.
I found out that two days before a cycling buddy had been water skiing and sustained a very serious head injury. He's currently in an intensive care unit and even though early signs are good, he's probably facing a long physical therapy road. These events got me thinking about how lucky I've been over my long cycling career. I've had a few accidents--it's said that if you cycle enough it's not a question of whether you'll crash, it's simply a question of when. Besides last Saturday I've had a few whens. Including last week I've had a total of 11 bike accidents going all the way back to 1960. Four of them required trips to an ER, the other seven I manged to finish my ride. I won't bore anyone with details as a few of them are already mentioned in previous posts. The very first one though in 1960 deserves a mention since that event is closest I have ever come to facing death--and escaping. It was September 1960, I was in 8th grade and riding my bike home from school. I was trying to catch my brother who was ahead of me. I was going as fast as I could down Grove Street when I approached a car going in the same direction at an incredibly slow speed. I decided to pass on the right at the same time the driver decided to pull over in order to park. I glanced off the car, hit a curb, and tried to grab a tree near the sidewalk in order to stop my momentum. My bike went out from under me, I was spun around the tree, and thrown completely underneath the car. The only thing I remember was seeing the right rear wheel resting just off my right shoulder. Fortunately the most serious injury was severe road rash--actually tree rash--from my wrist all the way up my arm to my sleeve. Obviously I've been fortunate to have cycled as long as I have with only 11 mishaps.
Here are some observations I've learned over the years from my own crashes and having helped some other cyclists. These are not in any priority:
Don't be in a hurry to move. When you hit the pavement or road hard some level of shock sets in. While the tendency is to immediately move to a "safe place" you may have an injury where movement is not a good idea. Even in urban areas when a cyclist goes down and stays there others spring into action quickly. They should be able to keep you safe from other vehicles. Let the shock settle down before you try moving potentially injured limbs or body. If you suspect a serious injury or fracture let others assess the situation. During my crash last week, even though I was fully conscious I experienced some shock. I remained still until I was sure I could move and even then I was very careful to assess things beforehand.
Experience is huge. I've ridden a lot of miles, in cities, traffic, on rural roads, at night, and in all kinds of weather. I've avoided countless crashes because I ride defensively, assume I'm virtually invisible, and anticipate actions of others on the road--dogs include. I don't keep great records of my annual mileage--no one really cares except me and then only when I'm trying to make a point. Probably over 250,000 during my life so far. So for me cycling on a street is no more dangerous than crossing it on foot, driving a car (no matter what car you're in there is always something bigger). We all do some things with confidence because we have gained experience, but we also know deep down inside that something serious can go wrong in any of life's activities.
Wear a helmet. This is an obvious no brainer now but I never wore one until 1984 when I did an organized ride. Back then the only people wearing helmet were football players--and no, they weren't leather. On some accidents my head never hit anything, but whenever it has the helmet saved me from potentially serious injury. Not only should a cyclist always wear a helmet they need to make sure it's the right size and fits properly.
Enough writing about riding--time to ride.
Tuesday, March 05, 2013
Athens 300 Km Brevet Analyzed
I began randonneuring cycling just over 3 years ago to qualify, train and complete an event called Paris-Brest-Paris in 2011. In this blog there's a ride report on that, and it reflects on how I did not complete that 1200 km event because of a crash resulting in a fractured clavicle along with torn rotator cuff and biceps tendon. That was one of only 3 events out of 44 that I did not successfully complete--until last Saturday. Technically I did finish 2 of those 4 just not within the time limit. The Athens 300 km brevet was a finish outside the time limit; here's how it unfolded for me.
At 6:00 I set off from Watkinsville GA with 13fellow rando riders in 35 degree darkness. It didn't take long before I fell behind the group, but I felt pretty comfortable despite the light freezing rain that soon began to welcome the day. I passed a rider at the first control about an hour into the ride who was changing a flat. I asked if everything was OK and he said it was, but I found out later he DNFed since he could not successfully mount a tubular tire. Another rider just ahead of me cruised out of sight, but about 10 miles later passed me because he had missed a turn. This is one of the aspects about randonneuring that makes it special: basically you are cycling on roads you haven't ridden with only a cue sheet to guide you. Also there isn't any support, you pretty much have to be self sufficient. Sometimes cue sheets have a way of being confusing, more often a rural road is either not marked--or the sign is missing. No big deal if you live out there but it can add miles and time to a ride if one isn't careful.
I got to the control in Carlton GA at 10:00. I saw one of our riders sitting in an open SUV changing clothes. It looked like a friend was simply meeting him at a control to bring out dry clothes. It turned out he had simply had enough riding and was also DNFing. Another aspect of this type event is you carry a card with designated control points along the course. Usually they are stores where you can replenish fluids and food. You get your card initialed with the time you came through. There are designated times for the control to be open: Carlton opened at 8:14 and closed at 11:04. I was there an hour before the close time so while not setting any speed records I was ahead of schedule. Note: to get there at 8:14 one would have to average about 25 mph not including having to stop at 2 prior controls.
The weather got better, in other words it quit snowing, and I rode on the the next control. This control was an information control. Information controls are inserted where there aren't any stores and to make sure riders don't take a short cut. This particular control was the Georgia Guide stones which are 5 massive granite structures containing 10 principles written in 8 different languages. We had to write down the translation--just kidding--all we had to note was the number of granite monuments. From there I road towards Richard Russel State Park where there actually would be a live person with refreshments. As I headed that way I began to see the faster riders since this portion of the course was an out-and-back portion. The event host Jim Shanni was at the park entrance with refreshments and since he was at the entrance it cut off about 4 miles of the official route (which was OK since it was actually 196 miles which is more than 300 km. Most riders were not complaining although 2 cyclists followed the official route through the park probably to keep their GPS devices from going crazy.
At this point I was at mile 83 and nearly 2 hours ahead of the control closing. Leaving the park I encountered a new challenge--strong headwinds which manged to remain directly in front of me regardless of the route direction. I got to Royston GA at 4:00 still almost 2 hours ahead of cutoff but had to get something more substantial than fruit and frozen power bars. I stopped at McDonald's and tried to eat 2 hamburgers, fries and a coke, but could quite eat every bite. Although I felt hungry food just would not go down easy and that turned out to be critical. That was the last solid food I could stomach for the rest of the ride and I paid the price down the road.
Leaving Royston the wind abated and was replaced by a more climbing than on the first half of the route. Once darkness settled in, temperatures started to drop, and I began making some mistakes. I drank some fluids but not near enough. I could not stomach any solid food even though I had a long way to ride. Then I missed a turn because I misread mileage on the cue sheet. When that happens and it's dark you tend to get skittish about every next turn. I began stopping to check road signs, and when I realized my helmet light was OK for reading a cue sheet but not very effective when I looked at road signs I had to stop and replace batteries. Seems like a simple task but try it at night when your fingers don't have much feeling. I was losing time big time now and began to wonder if I would finish by the 2:00 am time limit.
I rolled into the last control before the finish 25 minutes ahead of closing which left me with 80 minutes to cycle 16 miles. Then I realized I had accidentally cut off about 4 miles of the cue sheet directions. I was smart enough to carry a spare, but by the time I dug it out, studied it avoid getting lost, I had wasted too damn much time. Jim drove out to check on me and I was 12 miles out with 35 minutes left. Although I knew I couldn't ride 25 mph for 12 minutes much less 12 miles. But having ridden that far I wasn't about to quit. I rolled into the hotel at 2:30, a half hour too late to receive official credit for completing the brevet. My consolation was riding over 200 miles, and getting good training for circumstances I'll probably encounter during my 1200 event in June.
The most painful moment though happened during the shower at the hotel when I ran warm water over frost bitten toes and fingers. Over breakfast one of my fellow riders said his mother recently asked him "when are you going to start riding just for fun again?' Many of my friends wonder the same thing about me. There are a few reasons why I do these type rides. I have always been passionate about cycling from the days when I was a kid and enjoyed the freedom a bike offerred. Now as a 67 year old with 11 orthopedic surgeries and 3 artificial joints it's one of the few athletic aerobic things I can still do. It's also immensely satisfying to take on a challenge and stubbornly see it through in the face of pretty tough circumstances. To me it represents what life is all about.
See you on the road.
At 6:00 I set off from Watkinsville GA with 13fellow rando riders in 35 degree darkness. It didn't take long before I fell behind the group, but I felt pretty comfortable despite the light freezing rain that soon began to welcome the day. I passed a rider at the first control about an hour into the ride who was changing a flat. I asked if everything was OK and he said it was, but I found out later he DNFed since he could not successfully mount a tubular tire. Another rider just ahead of me cruised out of sight, but about 10 miles later passed me because he had missed a turn. This is one of the aspects about randonneuring that makes it special: basically you are cycling on roads you haven't ridden with only a cue sheet to guide you. Also there isn't any support, you pretty much have to be self sufficient. Sometimes cue sheets have a way of being confusing, more often a rural road is either not marked--or the sign is missing. No big deal if you live out there but it can add miles and time to a ride if one isn't careful.
I got to the control in Carlton GA at 10:00. I saw one of our riders sitting in an open SUV changing clothes. It looked like a friend was simply meeting him at a control to bring out dry clothes. It turned out he had simply had enough riding and was also DNFing. Another aspect of this type event is you carry a card with designated control points along the course. Usually they are stores where you can replenish fluids and food. You get your card initialed with the time you came through. There are designated times for the control to be open: Carlton opened at 8:14 and closed at 11:04. I was there an hour before the close time so while not setting any speed records I was ahead of schedule. Note: to get there at 8:14 one would have to average about 25 mph not including having to stop at 2 prior controls.
The weather got better, in other words it quit snowing, and I rode on the the next control. This control was an information control. Information controls are inserted where there aren't any stores and to make sure riders don't take a short cut. This particular control was the Georgia Guide stones which are 5 massive granite structures containing 10 principles written in 8 different languages. We had to write down the translation--just kidding--all we had to note was the number of granite monuments. From there I road towards Richard Russel State Park where there actually would be a live person with refreshments. As I headed that way I began to see the faster riders since this portion of the course was an out-and-back portion. The event host Jim Shanni was at the park entrance with refreshments and since he was at the entrance it cut off about 4 miles of the official route (which was OK since it was actually 196 miles which is more than 300 km. Most riders were not complaining although 2 cyclists followed the official route through the park probably to keep their GPS devices from going crazy.
At this point I was at mile 83 and nearly 2 hours ahead of the control closing. Leaving the park I encountered a new challenge--strong headwinds which manged to remain directly in front of me regardless of the route direction. I got to Royston GA at 4:00 still almost 2 hours ahead of cutoff but had to get something more substantial than fruit and frozen power bars. I stopped at McDonald's and tried to eat 2 hamburgers, fries and a coke, but could quite eat every bite. Although I felt hungry food just would not go down easy and that turned out to be critical. That was the last solid food I could stomach for the rest of the ride and I paid the price down the road.
Leaving Royston the wind abated and was replaced by a more climbing than on the first half of the route. Once darkness settled in, temperatures started to drop, and I began making some mistakes. I drank some fluids but not near enough. I could not stomach any solid food even though I had a long way to ride. Then I missed a turn because I misread mileage on the cue sheet. When that happens and it's dark you tend to get skittish about every next turn. I began stopping to check road signs, and when I realized my helmet light was OK for reading a cue sheet but not very effective when I looked at road signs I had to stop and replace batteries. Seems like a simple task but try it at night when your fingers don't have much feeling. I was losing time big time now and began to wonder if I would finish by the 2:00 am time limit.
I rolled into the last control before the finish 25 minutes ahead of closing which left me with 80 minutes to cycle 16 miles. Then I realized I had accidentally cut off about 4 miles of the cue sheet directions. I was smart enough to carry a spare, but by the time I dug it out, studied it avoid getting lost, I had wasted too damn much time. Jim drove out to check on me and I was 12 miles out with 35 minutes left. Although I knew I couldn't ride 25 mph for 12 minutes much less 12 miles. But having ridden that far I wasn't about to quit. I rolled into the hotel at 2:30, a half hour too late to receive official credit for completing the brevet. My consolation was riding over 200 miles, and getting good training for circumstances I'll probably encounter during my 1200 event in June.
The most painful moment though happened during the shower at the hotel when I ran warm water over frost bitten toes and fingers. Over breakfast one of my fellow riders said his mother recently asked him "when are you going to start riding just for fun again?' Many of my friends wonder the same thing about me. There are a few reasons why I do these type rides. I have always been passionate about cycling from the days when I was a kid and enjoyed the freedom a bike offerred. Now as a 67 year old with 11 orthopedic surgeries and 3 artificial joints it's one of the few athletic aerobic things I can still do. It's also immensely satisfying to take on a challenge and stubbornly see it through in the face of pretty tough circumstances. To me it represents what life is all about.
See you on the road.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Lance Armstrong--My Reaction
Lance's confession was to me like The Godfather confirming the olive oil business was not his true line of work. Similar to Santa Claus and the Easter bunny, Lance denying use of PEDs was something most avid cyclists began to doubt as the evidence piled up even though we really wanted to believe him. For me the doubt really began during a Tour de France short time trail when Lance caught and blew by Jan Ulrich. It was hard for me to believe that anyone could do that to Ulrich over such a short distance without doping. Anyway the confession's public. Lance seemed contrite but at times he still put his own controlling spin on things. Even though he apologized for being a "bully" sometimes he sounded defiant and fighting back. Tyler Hamilton's reflection that when a person initially confesses it's still hard to be completely open about the past deception is very accurate in my opinion.
Many people still doubt aspects of Lance's confession, and only time will tell whether there are other secrets to be revealed. I may be one of the minority that believe he did not dope during his comeback. Any intelligent person--and Lance is very smart--would surely not take a chance on losing it all over a failed test post comeback. I hope I'm right because his life story over 40+ years is pretty amazing to me. Last week's interview is only a first step and redemption will take a long time and may not be possible. There are many who will despise him forever. I think Lance's confession demonstrates to elite athletes that unlimited money and resources do not guarantee immunity. If Lance can get caught anyone can so perhaps this will help clean up cheating in all elite competition not just cycling.
So what's to become of Lance Armstrong? While his confessions perhaps are the initial step of a long redemption process, he stands to suffer financially. Of course collaborating with someone like a David Walsh in a "tell all" memoir would put serious funds back in his bank account. However, I wouldn't surprised if some years down the road you may see Lance running for governor of Texas. After all look what 12 years redemption has done for the likes of Ray Lewis and Bill Clinton. And if that happens--your read it here first!
Many people still doubt aspects of Lance's confession, and only time will tell whether there are other secrets to be revealed. I may be one of the minority that believe he did not dope during his comeback. Any intelligent person--and Lance is very smart--would surely not take a chance on losing it all over a failed test post comeback. I hope I'm right because his life story over 40+ years is pretty amazing to me. Last week's interview is only a first step and redemption will take a long time and may not be possible. There are many who will despise him forever. I think Lance's confession demonstrates to elite athletes that unlimited money and resources do not guarantee immunity. If Lance can get caught anyone can so perhaps this will help clean up cheating in all elite competition not just cycling.
So what's to become of Lance Armstrong? While his confessions perhaps are the initial step of a long redemption process, he stands to suffer financially. Of course collaborating with someone like a David Walsh in a "tell all" memoir would put serious funds back in his bank account. However, I wouldn't surprised if some years down the road you may see Lance running for governor of Texas. After all look what 12 years redemption has done for the likes of Ray Lewis and Bill Clinton. And if that happens--your read it here first!
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
America the Violent--Post Script
In today's Wall Street Journal I noticed a brief article about a shooting yesterday at a community college in Hazard, Kentucky. Two people killed, one teenager wounded. Found other articles on line which identified it as a domestic dispute which happened when very few students were on campus. Apparently just another typical "debate"--the kind that happen almost every day somewhere in America--not worthy of the attention given to a mass shooting.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
2012 Cycling Review
After spending 2010 and most of 2011 ramping up to attempt Paris-Brest-Paris, 2012 seems like a down year for my cycling. Shoulder surgery, some lower back degeneration, and iron deficiency anemia slowed me down compared to prior years. Nevertheless I managed to continue my streak of completing at least one 200 km ride every month for the third year in a row. As a result I earned another RUSA R-12 award. It's special to me because for many years I had a goal of cycling at least one century ride/month for 12 consecutive months and was never able to pull it off. Once I began doing Randonneuring rides I have not missed a month. Now it's kinda like my not drinking except it's one month at a time instead of one day at a time.
I didn't really keep track of my mileage but estimate I rode about 6,000 miles in 2012. Most folks would consider that a lot but compared to prior years it's not nearly as many miles. 2010 was just over 10,000 and 2011 was about 8,000.
The fact that I crashed out of PBP after about 1050 km still bothers me. I want to complete a 1200 km ride and 2013 looks like a good opportunity. I won't be coaching TNT cyclists until the fall so I am setting my sights on the Shenandoah 1200 in June. This is a ride that starts in northern Virginia, heads up to Gettysburg, then heads down the Blue Ridge mountains to Mt Airy, NC. Then it turns around and head back up to northern Virginia. It's no doubt a hard ride but if I train smart from January through May I should be able to complete it. At any rate that's my main goal for 2013.
I didn't really keep track of my mileage but estimate I rode about 6,000 miles in 2012. Most folks would consider that a lot but compared to prior years it's not nearly as many miles. 2010 was just over 10,000 and 2011 was about 8,000.
The fact that I crashed out of PBP after about 1050 km still bothers me. I want to complete a 1200 km ride and 2013 looks like a good opportunity. I won't be coaching TNT cyclists until the fall so I am setting my sights on the Shenandoah 1200 in June. This is a ride that starts in northern Virginia, heads up to Gettysburg, then heads down the Blue Ridge mountains to Mt Airy, NC. Then it turns around and head back up to northern Virginia. It's no doubt a hard ride but if I train smart from January through May I should be able to complete it. At any rate that's my main goal for 2013.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
America the Violent
For me the Newtown mass shooting is a familiar refrain. I have no idea what sets off an individual to take random lives like that, but it happens much too frequently in our society. The first one of these I specifically remember was in August, 1966 when Charles Whitman went to the top of the University of Texas tower and began shooting. He killed 14 and wounded 32 others--none of whom he knew after having just murdered his mother and wife. The siege ended with Whitman being killed by policeman who entered the tower. I've also had two friends killed in multiple shootings. In 1993 Frank Ditullio and 2 others were killed by Paul Calden while eating lunch. Calden was a disgruntled former employee who held a grudge over being let go by the company Frank and the other two worked for. Calden subsequently killed himself after leaving the scene. In 1999 Joe Dessert happened to be at All-Tech Investment when Mark Barton entered the office and killed him and 3 others. He then killed 5 more individuals at Momentum Securities across the street. Barton killed himself later that day as police approached his car.
These three occurrences are only the tip of the iceberg. There have been so many of these over the years that some of them do not even get national attention unless they involve many many victims, or other unusual circumstance. We are left to wonder if things like gun control, improved mental health treatment, police in every school, or any number of other things could have prevented these past events or reduce the chance of them happening in the future. Maybe they can be reduced over time but it's not likely to ever end. After all America is the country that overturned the Colonial British Empire, tamed the wild west, drove the Indians onto reservations and maintained segregation for a century after the abolishment of slavery. Many innocent lives were lost due to the violent nature of these events. They remind me that random violence existed in America long before we had 300 million guns, video games, and closed state mental institutions. I understand there is risk inherent in every day--I just hope to avoid becoming a random target. Maybe someday these random mass shooters will start testing their weapon on themselves--FIRST--not last.
These three occurrences are only the tip of the iceberg. There have been so many of these over the years that some of them do not even get national attention unless they involve many many victims, or other unusual circumstance. We are left to wonder if things like gun control, improved mental health treatment, police in every school, or any number of other things could have prevented these past events or reduce the chance of them happening in the future. Maybe they can be reduced over time but it's not likely to ever end. After all America is the country that overturned the Colonial British Empire, tamed the wild west, drove the Indians onto reservations and maintained segregation for a century after the abolishment of slavery. Many innocent lives were lost due to the violent nature of these events. They remind me that random violence existed in America long before we had 300 million guns, video games, and closed state mental institutions. I understand there is risk inherent in every day--I just hope to avoid becoming a random target. Maybe someday these random mass shooters will start testing their weapon on themselves--FIRST--not last.
Sunday, July 01, 2012
Race Across America (RAAM)
My participation in the Georgia Chain Gang's 2012 edition of RAAM began several months ago when I agreed to support the team as a crew member. On June 8 my participation began to ramp up as Lynn Teague and I drove 2 of the support vans from Atlanta to Oceanside California. We covered almost 800 miles Saturday and spent the night at my cousin Pat's house in Oklahoma. Very good to see her and Rusty. On Sunday we drove another 800 miles to Flagstaff. Had breakfast with my friend Jennifer Youngberg and then had a comparatively short 500 drive into Oceanside.
Tuesday through Friday were spent helping prepare the vans, picking up the transport vehicle (Dodge Sprinter Van), shuttling arriving team mates from airport, any many other minor tasks. I also had to find time to keep up and get ahead in a summer school class in Human Growth & Development. I took it because it is completely on line and the instructor was kind enough to work with my schedule during RAAM.
Saturday finally arrived which was the day all the teams started the race. The Georgia Chain Gang was the last team to start which gave us plenty of rabbits to chase across the country. We were an 8 person team with 8 crew members and one other person who primarily drove the Sprinter Van. My role was that of navigator in one of the follow vehicles which meant I was responsible for keeping the rider we were following on course by communicating with the driver. We were either following one of the 2 riders assigned to our van or jumping ahead of the other follow vehicle to set up the next rider. We were part of the night shift which meant we worked from 5:00 pm to rough 5:00 am the next morning. Then we piled into the sprinter van hauled ass to a hotel, slept, ate and then caught up with the day shift and started all over again.
I can't remember the towns we slept in but we crossed 12 states from Oceanside CA to Annapolis MD in 6 and 1/2 days. I wrote notes about what worked and perhaps didn't work for us during RAAM:
Crewing for the Georgia Chain Gang in 2012 was an incredible experience for me. I had 4 overall goals going into this and achieved them all. Everyone finished safely without injury (although egos & feelings sometimes suffered), we raised a lot of money for LLS and funds are still coming in, our team had a respectable finishing time, and I learned a great deal about RAAM and the aspects of organizing and moving a team 3000 miles in 6 ½ days. While still fresh here are my observations and reflections on what went well along with suggestions on things we could have done better. While I have had conversations with many crew and riders during and immediately after RAAM these are my own personal opinions. I hope no one takes anything I express here the wrong way; my goal is to help make future RAAM attempts even safer and more successful.
We were fortunate to have 5 individuals on the overall team who had ridden and crewed in 2 previous Georgia Chain Gang RAAM events. Every one of them brought a lot of beneficial experience to our 2012 effort. However, as the event unfolded it seemed like we did not have one individual truly in charge. I believe that once the race starts riders should concentrate on riding and others should be given responsibility for logistics like hotel rooms, food, van organization and who should be riding and for how long.
One area I think could have been organized better were hotels and shift changes. We should have figured out we would normally cover about 500 miles every 24 hours. Given that, hotel rooms and shift changes could have been tentatively set up in towns where the next crew shift could drive to in advance, rest and set up for incoming riders and crew. Incoming folks could then go to same hotel rooms, rest and drive to next location. Coming off a shift and having to drive another 2—4 hours before resting eventually took a toll on crew and riders. Probably unavoidable on the first shift change but could have been more organized in subsequent change overs. It seemed like Jane had to primarily manage this while riding or trying to rest.
I also had the opportunity to arrive 5 days early and help with pre-race preparations. Tony and Jerome did a great job of driving that effort and I was happy to help. Nevertheless my observation was we had to do a lot of running around getting supplies that could have easily been brought out in the 2 vans. Foot stool, extension cords, drill, more coolers, storage containers, blankets, bungee cords are examples of things we should have placed in vans before they left. We also seemed to be short on things like tubes, floor pumps and basic tools that should have been readily available in all 3 vehicles. Steve did a lot of work setting up navigation, filming, and communication efforts. I can’t comment on filming, but as a navigator all I needed was route book and GPS. The invertor/computer generated route mainly got in the way and the walkie talkies were not used in our van after the first 30 miles. A mega phone would have been useful when we had to pull up alongside rider to communicate.
The mini vans along with the Saris bike racks worked very well. One suggestion would be for each shift to have their own cooler and dry food storage containers. That would make shift exchanges more efficient. It would also cut down on some of the food waste and the fact that sometimes crews/riders did not have the supplies they anticipated having on board. If we use this set up again, we should improvise a better way to mount the reflective triangle. The sprinter van also worked fairly well. If we use a van like this again we should consider building out the back to make bike and luggage storage more efficient. This van isn’t a very comfortable vehicle for longer crew/rider transports in my opinion. I could only sleep if in the very back seat in the middle. Maybe I’m the exception but usually I don’t have a problem taking a nap in most vehicles.
I was in van with Lynn, Dave and Lisa. We benefited from Lynn and I caravanning vans across country, along with fact that Dave, Lynn and I knew each other from prior events. Although Lisa was new to us she got lots of technical advice from Dave when neither one of them was actually riding. Dave and I also each had previous crewing experience. The net result was we had an incredible amount of team work and tranquility in our van all week. I’m not sure that was the case in other vans especially once fatigue and sleep deprivation set in later on. In the future I recommend setting up rider/crew assignments early and providing an opportunity for them to actually practice together before RAAM. While this may not be as important for experienced riders/crew, I think it would be very helpful for new riders/crew.
I thought our strategy for making up time in WVA, PA, and MD by staging riders along the route was very sound. However, we should not have attempted this using all riders and crew starting mid-day Friday. While it did make up time on other teams, I think it destroyed crew and rider concentration at a critical time. Some crew and riders got too fatigued to effectively help as we got close to the finish. In my opinion rider safety became seriously compromised AND no one person took charge of maintaining safety over performance during the final portion of the race.
As I mentioned I hope these suggestions are not interpreted as criticisms of anyone. Overall I think everyone had a positive experience. I know I did and look forward to helping organize additional RAAM teams in the future.
Tuesday through Friday were spent helping prepare the vans, picking up the transport vehicle (Dodge Sprinter Van), shuttling arriving team mates from airport, any many other minor tasks. I also had to find time to keep up and get ahead in a summer school class in Human Growth & Development. I took it because it is completely on line and the instructor was kind enough to work with my schedule during RAAM.
Saturday finally arrived which was the day all the teams started the race. The Georgia Chain Gang was the last team to start which gave us plenty of rabbits to chase across the country. We were an 8 person team with 8 crew members and one other person who primarily drove the Sprinter Van. My role was that of navigator in one of the follow vehicles which meant I was responsible for keeping the rider we were following on course by communicating with the driver. We were either following one of the 2 riders assigned to our van or jumping ahead of the other follow vehicle to set up the next rider. We were part of the night shift which meant we worked from 5:00 pm to rough 5:00 am the next morning. Then we piled into the sprinter van hauled ass to a hotel, slept, ate and then caught up with the day shift and started all over again.
I can't remember the towns we slept in but we crossed 12 states from Oceanside CA to Annapolis MD in 6 and 1/2 days. I wrote notes about what worked and perhaps didn't work for us during RAAM:
Crewing for the Georgia Chain Gang in 2012 was an incredible experience for me. I had 4 overall goals going into this and achieved them all. Everyone finished safely without injury (although egos & feelings sometimes suffered), we raised a lot of money for LLS and funds are still coming in, our team had a respectable finishing time, and I learned a great deal about RAAM and the aspects of organizing and moving a team 3000 miles in 6 ½ days. While still fresh here are my observations and reflections on what went well along with suggestions on things we could have done better. While I have had conversations with many crew and riders during and immediately after RAAM these are my own personal opinions. I hope no one takes anything I express here the wrong way; my goal is to help make future RAAM attempts even safer and more successful.
We were fortunate to have 5 individuals on the overall team who had ridden and crewed in 2 previous Georgia Chain Gang RAAM events. Every one of them brought a lot of beneficial experience to our 2012 effort. However, as the event unfolded it seemed like we did not have one individual truly in charge. I believe that once the race starts riders should concentrate on riding and others should be given responsibility for logistics like hotel rooms, food, van organization and who should be riding and for how long.
One area I think could have been organized better were hotels and shift changes. We should have figured out we would normally cover about 500 miles every 24 hours. Given that, hotel rooms and shift changes could have been tentatively set up in towns where the next crew shift could drive to in advance, rest and set up for incoming riders and crew. Incoming folks could then go to same hotel rooms, rest and drive to next location. Coming off a shift and having to drive another 2—4 hours before resting eventually took a toll on crew and riders. Probably unavoidable on the first shift change but could have been more organized in subsequent change overs. It seemed like Jane had to primarily manage this while riding or trying to rest.
I also had the opportunity to arrive 5 days early and help with pre-race preparations. Tony and Jerome did a great job of driving that effort and I was happy to help. Nevertheless my observation was we had to do a lot of running around getting supplies that could have easily been brought out in the 2 vans. Foot stool, extension cords, drill, more coolers, storage containers, blankets, bungee cords are examples of things we should have placed in vans before they left. We also seemed to be short on things like tubes, floor pumps and basic tools that should have been readily available in all 3 vehicles. Steve did a lot of work setting up navigation, filming, and communication efforts. I can’t comment on filming, but as a navigator all I needed was route book and GPS. The invertor/computer generated route mainly got in the way and the walkie talkies were not used in our van after the first 30 miles. A mega phone would have been useful when we had to pull up alongside rider to communicate.
The mini vans along with the Saris bike racks worked very well. One suggestion would be for each shift to have their own cooler and dry food storage containers. That would make shift exchanges more efficient. It would also cut down on some of the food waste and the fact that sometimes crews/riders did not have the supplies they anticipated having on board. If we use this set up again, we should improvise a better way to mount the reflective triangle. The sprinter van also worked fairly well. If we use a van like this again we should consider building out the back to make bike and luggage storage more efficient. This van isn’t a very comfortable vehicle for longer crew/rider transports in my opinion. I could only sleep if in the very back seat in the middle. Maybe I’m the exception but usually I don’t have a problem taking a nap in most vehicles.
I was in van with Lynn, Dave and Lisa. We benefited from Lynn and I caravanning vans across country, along with fact that Dave, Lynn and I knew each other from prior events. Although Lisa was new to us she got lots of technical advice from Dave when neither one of them was actually riding. Dave and I also each had previous crewing experience. The net result was we had an incredible amount of team work and tranquility in our van all week. I’m not sure that was the case in other vans especially once fatigue and sleep deprivation set in later on. In the future I recommend setting up rider/crew assignments early and providing an opportunity for them to actually practice together before RAAM. While this may not be as important for experienced riders/crew, I think it would be very helpful for new riders/crew.
I thought our strategy for making up time in WVA, PA, and MD by staging riders along the route was very sound. However, we should not have attempted this using all riders and crew starting mid-day Friday. While it did make up time on other teams, I think it destroyed crew and rider concentration at a critical time. Some crew and riders got too fatigued to effectively help as we got close to the finish. In my opinion rider safety became seriously compromised AND no one person took charge of maintaining safety over performance during the final portion of the race.
As I mentioned I hope these suggestions are not interpreted as criticisms of anyone. Overall I think everyone had a positive experience. I know I did and look forward to helping organize additional RAAM teams in the future.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Warren Bruno
My friend Warren Bruno lost his 8 year battle against lymphoma. I met Warren in the early 1990's while working as a volunteer for the Tour de Town bike ride. Back then Warren owned Aunt Charlie's restaurant/bar and we worked together organizing an annual Labor Day ride with races in Buckhead. Ironically proceeds from that event benefited the American Cancer Society. The ride was terminated by ACS because it was not generating more than $100,000 as they became interested only in major fund raisers. The Buckhead Entertainment District also dissolved and Aunt Charlie's closed. I lost track of Warren.
Fast forward to 2005. I'd been coaching the TeamInTraining cycling program several years and training a group cyclists to ride a century in Claxton. One of the team mates was Warren. I learned that he had been diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin"Lymphoma, but was doing well enough to train. Early on I asked him if he would share his story and he was somewhat reluctant saying "I really don't enjoy talking about it". Before letting the matter rest I mentioned how whenever we had a survivor who was also training it provided a tremendous lift to the team. A short time later Warren told me he would be willing to tell his story. If you knew Warren during the past 7 years you probably know the rest of this story. Warren became an honored hero for that cycling team and several others over the years. He was the inspiration behind the Georgia Chain Gang a cycling team that did RAAM in 2009 and 2010 raising almost $200,000 for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. In 2009 he was the crew chief and had planned to crew again in 2010 before his cancer returned. He is the honored hero for the 2011 edition of the Georgia Chain Gang and riders and crew will no doubt ride and work even harder in honor of his memory. I am a crew member of this year's team and we have already raised over $125,000 for LLS--and still counting.
I have so many memories of Warren, but the one that sticks out the most is the message he sent to our cycling team last year doing Tahoe and Fletcher. Warren had actually trained to do Tahoe but had to bow out just days before the event. He created the "Top 10 Reasons Cancer Is a Blessing". I pasted it here because it is a true measure of the inspiration Warren created in everybody he came in contact with:
10. Your having Cancer gives neighbors and relatives something to talk about at gatherings.
9. Cancer wakes you up to the fact that you are not in charge.
8. Cancer is a daily reminder that life is finite.
7. Having cancer makes your world stand still, enabling you to take the time to see how wonderful life is.
6. Cancer teaches you not to waste time or spirit on trivial matters
5. Cancer drives you to remember people you have shared life with and recall the many trials and joys that make your life so rich.
4. Cancer brought me to TNT, and a wonderful community of caring people working together in support and love working for a cure.(and a great new group to share my tired old jokes with...)
3. Cancer opens your eyes to the good works you have done and the people that you impacted.
2. Cancer is a constant reminder that we are all connected and we are loved.
1. Cancer brings you much, much closer to your family, people you love, and people you care about.
"To try is to live"
Warren Bruno
Godspeed, Warren, I miss you.
Fast forward to 2005. I'd been coaching the TeamInTraining cycling program several years and training a group cyclists to ride a century in Claxton. One of the team mates was Warren. I learned that he had been diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin"Lymphoma, but was doing well enough to train. Early on I asked him if he would share his story and he was somewhat reluctant saying "I really don't enjoy talking about it". Before letting the matter rest I mentioned how whenever we had a survivor who was also training it provided a tremendous lift to the team. A short time later Warren told me he would be willing to tell his story. If you knew Warren during the past 7 years you probably know the rest of this story. Warren became an honored hero for that cycling team and several others over the years. He was the inspiration behind the Georgia Chain Gang a cycling team that did RAAM in 2009 and 2010 raising almost $200,000 for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. In 2009 he was the crew chief and had planned to crew again in 2010 before his cancer returned. He is the honored hero for the 2011 edition of the Georgia Chain Gang and riders and crew will no doubt ride and work even harder in honor of his memory. I am a crew member of this year's team and we have already raised over $125,000 for LLS--and still counting.
I have so many memories of Warren, but the one that sticks out the most is the message he sent to our cycling team last year doing Tahoe and Fletcher. Warren had actually trained to do Tahoe but had to bow out just days before the event. He created the "Top 10 Reasons Cancer Is a Blessing". I pasted it here because it is a true measure of the inspiration Warren created in everybody he came in contact with:
10. Your having Cancer gives neighbors and relatives something to talk about at gatherings.
9. Cancer wakes you up to the fact that you are not in charge.
8. Cancer is a daily reminder that life is finite.
7. Having cancer makes your world stand still, enabling you to take the time to see how wonderful life is.
6. Cancer teaches you not to waste time or spirit on trivial matters
5. Cancer drives you to remember people you have shared life with and recall the many trials and joys that make your life so rich.
4. Cancer brought me to TNT, and a wonderful community of caring people working together in support and love working for a cure.(and a great new group to share my tired old jokes with...)
3. Cancer opens your eyes to the good works you have done and the people that you impacted.
2. Cancer is a constant reminder that we are all connected and we are loved.
1. Cancer brings you much, much closer to your family, people you love, and people you care about.
"To try is to live"
Warren Bruno
Godspeed, Warren, I miss you.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Health Care--Updated
Back in 2009 my post on health care indicated that US health care costs averaged about $7,000 a person. Now when you divide our total health care cost by the population it's around $11,000. I am certain that Obama Care--if left to stand--will dramatically increase these costs
AND there will still be individuals outside this system.
I've been fortunate to have health insurance and now Medicare plus a supplement that for a reasonable price has covered most of the stuff I've been through the past few years. Last year I suffered nerve damage in both hands from a very long bike ride, crashed in Paris-Brest-Paris suffering a fractured right clavicle and then discovering that my rotator cuff in the same shoulder was torn. That led to my second shoulder surgery a few months ago. Besides my health insurance premiums my only out of pocket expenses were the continuous passive movement (CPM) machine post shoulder surgery which Medicare would not cover since I didn't have total shoulder replacement surgery.
So I'm pretty lucky in that over the past few years I've averaged more than $11,000 in medical costs per year without having had to pay anywhere near that amount. But there's no doubt that the American health care system is deeply flawed. I think the biggest single reason is most of us have no real idea just what our own true health care actually costs. Oh yeah, I see huge bills that doctors and hospitals send to my insurance companies, and sometimes I find out how much is actually paid to providers which is sometimes pennies on the dollars. But I have no real skin in the game any more especially now that I'm on Medicare with a supplement.
I do not believe our government can truly reform this system with all the proposals for a national health care system. All the government will do is transfer money among the haves and have nots, and create even more bureaucracy. Until we change the fundamental way medical insurance is administered--plans largely bought through employers that disappear for an individual when changing employment--things are not going to improve the efficiency of the system. Notice I also just referred to the issue as medical insurance. It's not really health care because most folks have to encounter a potential medical problem before they claim a benefit.
For many individuals there's no health care dollar incentive to follow a reasonably healthy life style. Look at how many Americans are obese, smoke, or make other unhealthy choices. Many Americans are ready to crucify insurance companies for the premiums being charged but how many of these same folks don't take charge of controllable health habits? And if we're going to eliminate the ability to charge for any pre-existing conditions then perhaps we should simply do away with insurance companies and have the government bill everyone $11,000 a year. That would be a nice extra with holding from our pay checks wouldn't it?
Bottom line: when individuals have more skin in the game and tax free incentives to take better care of themselves health care will get much healthier.
AND there will still be individuals outside this system.
I've been fortunate to have health insurance and now Medicare plus a supplement that for a reasonable price has covered most of the stuff I've been through the past few years. Last year I suffered nerve damage in both hands from a very long bike ride, crashed in Paris-Brest-Paris suffering a fractured right clavicle and then discovering that my rotator cuff in the same shoulder was torn. That led to my second shoulder surgery a few months ago. Besides my health insurance premiums my only out of pocket expenses were the continuous passive movement (CPM) machine post shoulder surgery which Medicare would not cover since I didn't have total shoulder replacement surgery.
So I'm pretty lucky in that over the past few years I've averaged more than $11,000 in medical costs per year without having had to pay anywhere near that amount. But there's no doubt that the American health care system is deeply flawed. I think the biggest single reason is most of us have no real idea just what our own true health care actually costs. Oh yeah, I see huge bills that doctors and hospitals send to my insurance companies, and sometimes I find out how much is actually paid to providers which is sometimes pennies on the dollars. But I have no real skin in the game any more especially now that I'm on Medicare with a supplement.
I do not believe our government can truly reform this system with all the proposals for a national health care system. All the government will do is transfer money among the haves and have nots, and create even more bureaucracy. Until we change the fundamental way medical insurance is administered--plans largely bought through employers that disappear for an individual when changing employment--things are not going to improve the efficiency of the system. Notice I also just referred to the issue as medical insurance. It's not really health care because most folks have to encounter a potential medical problem before they claim a benefit.
For many individuals there's no health care dollar incentive to follow a reasonably healthy life style. Look at how many Americans are obese, smoke, or make other unhealthy choices. Many Americans are ready to crucify insurance companies for the premiums being charged but how many of these same folks don't take charge of controllable health habits? And if we're going to eliminate the ability to charge for any pre-existing conditions then perhaps we should simply do away with insurance companies and have the government bill everyone $11,000 a year. That would be a nice extra with holding from our pay checks wouldn't it?
Bottom line: when individuals have more skin in the game and tax free incentives to take better care of themselves health care will get much healthier.
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Shoulder Surgery Update
The shoulder surgery I had on December 27th turned out to be one step above shoulder replacement. My supraspinatis (one of the rotator cuff tendons) was reattached using a cadaver tendon and my biceps tendon was also reattached. Physical therapy has been hard and painful but after 2 months the PT guy said I was where most people having this specific procedure would be after 6 months.
I was able to get back on the road cycling after 4 weeks although could not ride more than about 25 miles before it fatigued. I was able to keep my streak of consecutive months doing at least one ride of 200 kilometers by completing a brevet on February 18. My January brevet was actualy a pre-ride done a few days before surgery but I got credit for it on the actual brevet date of January 1. According to the Randonuearing rules that's legal.
Last Wednesday my physical therapist sugested I just continue doing the exercises on my own at home. He estimates it will still take another 4-6 months of hard work to get back to normal and I may never get complete range of motion raising my arm straight up but should get close. Right now I'd be happy with a pain free joint.
I was able to get back on the road cycling after 4 weeks although could not ride more than about 25 miles before it fatigued. I was able to keep my streak of consecutive months doing at least one ride of 200 kilometers by completing a brevet on February 18. My January brevet was actualy a pre-ride done a few days before surgery but I got credit for it on the actual brevet date of January 1. According to the Randonuearing rules that's legal.
Last Wednesday my physical therapist sugested I just continue doing the exercises on my own at home. He estimates it will still take another 4-6 months of hard work to get back to normal and I may never get complete range of motion raising my arm straight up but should get close. Right now I'd be happy with a pain free joint.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Colege Once Again
Last summer a friend who is a retired professor at Georgia State University told me about a program where Georgia residents over 62 years old can attend any public college or university tuition free. I knew that Georgia State offered classes in exercise science that would qualify for the continuing education credit I need to maintain my USA Cycling Coach license. In order to qualify for this program I had to apply as a transfer student to GSU and request my transcript from the University of Richmond be sent to their admission office. As a GSU 62 transfer student I am exempt from tuition but have to buy text books and pay applicable lab fees. The cavet is I cannot register for any classes until the first day of class.
Once accepted I was asked what degree and major I planned to persue. I advised them I would work toward a BS in exercise science and started planning for the spring semester. However, several weeks before the semester every single exercise science class was already closed. I visited with my assigned faculty adviser who looked over my transcript and suggested I start by taking the only two "core classes" I still needed. Once I was in the system and had completed those classes she said it would be possible to get into the exercise science classes.
So here I am taking US History and a Computer Skills Course. As the semester draws to a close I'm on track to get an A in History. As for Computer Skills which is completely on line I received all possible points on graded assignments but only 8/12 points on the quiz. We'll see how the rest of the assignments go but I think I'll do fairly well.
Once accepted I was asked what degree and major I planned to persue. I advised them I would work toward a BS in exercise science and started planning for the spring semester. However, several weeks before the semester every single exercise science class was already closed. I visited with my assigned faculty adviser who looked over my transcript and suggested I start by taking the only two "core classes" I still needed. Once I was in the system and had completed those classes she said it would be possible to get into the exercise science classes.
So here I am taking US History and a Computer Skills Course. As the semester draws to a close I'm on track to get an A in History. As for Computer Skills which is completely on line I received all possible points on graded assignments but only 8/12 points on the quiz. We'll see how the rest of the assignments go but I think I'll do fairly well.
Friday, December 23, 2011
HEADING TO SURGERY
On December 27 I'll have my 11th orthopedic surgery (second on my right shoulder). On my follow up doctor visit after my accident in France an MRI revealed a torn rotator cuff. I had similar surgery in 2004 and although I was back riding on the road in 4 weeks the rehabilitation took a very long time. In an effort to continue my 200 + km streak I had scheduled surgery for 12/15 and then completed a 200 km brevet earlier in December. However during my pre-op visit, I was advised the surgery had to be moved to 12/27. The reason: since they plan to take fascialata from a cadaver's leg to help re-build the superspanatis the procedure has to be done in the hospital instead of a surgical center--thanks to Medicare. I suppose I shouldn't complain since my out of pocket expenses are nil--except for the $250/month I pay for medicare and a supplement.
So imy streak was in jeopardy since it would have been pretty near impossible to get back on a bike for 200 km ride next month. But fate intervened: Kevin Kaiser the Regional Brevet Administrator reminded me that by pre-riding his Augusta brevet within 15 days of the event date I could get credit for the ride ON THE EVENT DATE OF 01/01/2012. So last Sunday I rode the event route with 3 other RUSA members. My shoulder hurt enough to keep me from a normal pace as evidenced by fact that on 01/01/2011 I did this exact route almost 60 minutes faster on a single speed bike where it rained for the last 2 hours. Nevertheless, I'll have until the end of February to complete another 200 km event. That's my goal which gives me something to aim at (yeh, I know one's not suppose to end a sentence with a proposition).
So imy streak was in jeopardy since it would have been pretty near impossible to get back on a bike for 200 km ride next month. But fate intervened: Kevin Kaiser the Regional Brevet Administrator reminded me that by pre-riding his Augusta brevet within 15 days of the event date I could get credit for the ride ON THE EVENT DATE OF 01/01/2012. So last Sunday I rode the event route with 3 other RUSA members. My shoulder hurt enough to keep me from a normal pace as evidenced by fact that on 01/01/2011 I did this exact route almost 60 minutes faster on a single speed bike where it rained for the last 2 hours. Nevertheless, I'll have until the end of February to complete another 200 km event. That's my goal which gives me something to aim at (yeh, I know one's not suppose to end a sentence with a proposition).
Sunday, October 02, 2011
Sober Thoughts
My last drink was almost 15 months ago (450 days as I write this). I stopped because it was destroying the most important relationship in my life. Back then I thought that would salvage things, but it did not. As time went by I realized there's more to quitting drinking than just not drinking and this journey became about me and my life. It became clear to me that after 45 + years I had no control over alcohol. The refrain in a recent Kenny Chesney song is so true for me "....one is one too many, one more is never enough..."
I go to an AA meeting at least once a week, sometimes 2 or 3. I was reluctant to attend these at first but a good friend who's well down the recovery road told me that in the beginning just don't drink and go to AA meetings. He also suggested I find meetings where there were regular attendees with many years of sobriety so that's what I did. The best thing I get from AA meetings is the fellowship of folks willing to share their experiences and listen to me share mine. The thing I haven't been able to embrace is their 12 step program which just has too much of turn things over to a higher power. I strongly believe that it is my responsibility to deal with this issue--not rely on a spiritual being to somehow share responsibility. So I developed my own set of guidelines for dealing with this. I didn't number them because there is no real order--they are all inter-related.
Realized and admitted to myself that I could not control alcohol and that created problems in my life.
Decided that for me the only way to resolve this is total abstinence from alcohol and physical sobriety can only be achieved by taking it one day at a time. Also physical sobriety is my most important priority no matter what happens in my life.
Determined that I am solely responsible for taking action, but that support and friendships can help. So be receptive to the fellowship, strength, hope and experience of others going through this process and be willing to share my experiences with them.
As I evaluate my life, identify people I may have harmed by my action or inaction even if alcohol was not always a factor. Make amends to them whenever possible.
I go to an AA meeting at least once a week, sometimes 2 or 3. I was reluctant to attend these at first but a good friend who's well down the recovery road told me that in the beginning just don't drink and go to AA meetings. He also suggested I find meetings where there were regular attendees with many years of sobriety so that's what I did. The best thing I get from AA meetings is the fellowship of folks willing to share their experiences and listen to me share mine. The thing I haven't been able to embrace is their 12 step program which just has too much of turn things over to a higher power. I strongly believe that it is my responsibility to deal with this issue--not rely on a spiritual being to somehow share responsibility. So I developed my own set of guidelines for dealing with this. I didn't number them because there is no real order--they are all inter-related.
Realized and admitted to myself that I could not control alcohol and that created problems in my life.
Decided that for me the only way to resolve this is total abstinence from alcohol and physical sobriety can only be achieved by taking it one day at a time. Also physical sobriety is my most important priority no matter what happens in my life.
Determined that I am solely responsible for taking action, but that support and friendships can help. So be receptive to the fellowship, strength, hope and experience of others going through this process and be willing to share my experiences with them.
As I evaluate my life, identify people I may have harmed by my action or inaction even if alcohol was not always a factor. Make amends to them whenever possible.
Monday, September 26, 2011
The Streak Continues
One of my cycling goals was to complete a century each calendar month for 12 consecutive months. For several years something always happened to prevent me from achieving it--even the year I did 19 centuries I missed the 10 the month because of a Jack Russell/front wheel encounter in Carrolton.
As 2009 started I had 3 straight months going and went to Jackson MS to ride an event known as a brevet. It was going to be my first ride as a member of Randoneurs USA (RUSA) as I began training for Paris Brest Paris. It was a 200 km ride on the Natchez Trace and 6 riders had registered. It started/ended at the ride leader's house and when I arrived about 30 minutes before the start time, I found out everyone else (including the ride leader) were bailing because of the weather. Since one of my other cycling goals i to ride a century in all 50 states and I had driven 6 hours and spent money on a hotel room (with no hot water) I decided to do the ride. So I became the only finisher because I was the only starter.
The ride leader invited me to shower and stay for dinner which was most inviting since I was soaking wet. During my stay she mentioned that RUSA offered an award (R-12) for members who complete a brevet or permanent (another type of event) of 200 km or more for 12 consecutive months. That was the impetus I needed. Despite a few obstacles I manged to complete the R-12 in 2010.
As 2011 began and PBP training/qualifying began in earnest I figured why stop? So like Forrest Gump I just kept on riding qualifying events. As August approached I found out PBP wouldn't even count as it's not a USA event so I did a 200 k permanent as my last pre-taper ride. Then during PBP I fractured my collar bone. As September rolled along I got back on the bike but wasn't able to ride more than 60 miles (about 100 k). As the past weekend approached I figured I'd try a 200 k Friday or Sunday. Facing rain on Friday I opted for Sunday which looked like a good day for a long ride, but because of my schedule that also looked like the last possible day.
I made the mistake of riding 60 miles on Saturday. I figured I would pay for that on Sunday--and I did. Nevertheless I managed to complete a 200 k route which I had designed and just gotten approved. It sure is easier to do one of these rides when you don't have to drive to ride start. However, it sure is tough when you cycle past points where you do start/end rides as this route does; there were times when I wished my car was in one of those spots instead of my garage. My ride time was pretty pathetic 11:30 total--about 2 hours slower than normal for that distance, but it's in the books--the streak is still intact.
Think I'll try the route again on October 3rd. Always nice to get the ride done early in the month.
As 2009 started I had 3 straight months going and went to Jackson MS to ride an event known as a brevet. It was going to be my first ride as a member of Randoneurs USA (RUSA) as I began training for Paris Brest Paris. It was a 200 km ride on the Natchez Trace and 6 riders had registered. It started/ended at the ride leader's house and when I arrived about 30 minutes before the start time, I found out everyone else (including the ride leader) were bailing because of the weather. Since one of my other cycling goals i to ride a century in all 50 states and I had driven 6 hours and spent money on a hotel room (with no hot water) I decided to do the ride. So I became the only finisher because I was the only starter.
The ride leader invited me to shower and stay for dinner which was most inviting since I was soaking wet. During my stay she mentioned that RUSA offered an award (R-12) for members who complete a brevet or permanent (another type of event) of 200 km or more for 12 consecutive months. That was the impetus I needed. Despite a few obstacles I manged to complete the R-12 in 2010.
As 2011 began and PBP training/qualifying began in earnest I figured why stop? So like Forrest Gump I just kept on riding qualifying events. As August approached I found out PBP wouldn't even count as it's not a USA event so I did a 200 k permanent as my last pre-taper ride. Then during PBP I fractured my collar bone. As September rolled along I got back on the bike but wasn't able to ride more than 60 miles (about 100 k). As the past weekend approached I figured I'd try a 200 k Friday or Sunday. Facing rain on Friday I opted for Sunday which looked like a good day for a long ride, but because of my schedule that also looked like the last possible day.
I made the mistake of riding 60 miles on Saturday. I figured I would pay for that on Sunday--and I did. Nevertheless I managed to complete a 200 k route which I had designed and just gotten approved. It sure is easier to do one of these rides when you don't have to drive to ride start. However, it sure is tough when you cycle past points where you do start/end rides as this route does; there were times when I wished my car was in one of those spots instead of my garage. My ride time was pretty pathetic 11:30 total--about 2 hours slower than normal for that distance, but it's in the books--the streak is still intact.
Think I'll try the route again on October 3rd. Always nice to get the ride done early in the month.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Back on the Bike
Today (9/14) was my second time on the bike since my crash during Paris Brest Paris. Both rides in the 25 mile range. Saturday's ride was with the folks I coach in TeamInTraining and today I was scouting some roads in Coweta County for a RUSA event. During both rides I had slight pain in my shoulder from the fractured clavicle (or perhaps it's the slight arthritis the ortho doc saw on last week's xrays--the result no doubt of my "successful" rotator cuff surgery 8 years ago). A more limiting factor is the lingering saddle sore. It wasn't much of a issue today but it was last Saturday.
Nevertheless, the pains from today and even the suffering I experienced in France pale in comparison to the exhilaration I feel when cycling. During the past 2 weeks of not riding my artificial joints felt slightly stiff. That happens whenever I take a few days off. Especially today riding on rural roads in great weather is an activity I thoroughly enjoy. I cannot imagine my life without time on a bike.
Nextl Day: Whoa!! tonight (9/15) my saddle sore yelled at me very clearly--don't get on the bike 2 days in a row. I could only ride 10 miles before deciding enough is enough.
Saturday: Beautiful Back Roads Century event: managed to ride my single speed almost 50 miles and while painful, it wasn't the end of the world. If I'm smart enough to take a few days off I should be able to leave this condition "behind" me.
Wednesday: Finally able to ride 25 miles in South Fulton without pain--at least not very much. Actually my shoulder felt slightly worse but no doubt barking at me because I did some light upper body weight lifting yesterday. I'm declaring myself fit enough to attempt 200 k permanent on Friday.
Nevertheless, the pains from today and even the suffering I experienced in France pale in comparison to the exhilaration I feel when cycling. During the past 2 weeks of not riding my artificial joints felt slightly stiff. That happens whenever I take a few days off. Especially today riding on rural roads in great weather is an activity I thoroughly enjoy. I cannot imagine my life without time on a bike.
Nextl Day: Whoa!! tonight (9/15) my saddle sore yelled at me very clearly--don't get on the bike 2 days in a row. I could only ride 10 miles before deciding enough is enough.
Saturday: Beautiful Back Roads Century event: managed to ride my single speed almost 50 miles and while painful, it wasn't the end of the world. If I'm smart enough to take a few days off I should be able to leave this condition "behind" me.
Wednesday: Finally able to ride 25 miles in South Fulton without pain--at least not very much. Actually my shoulder felt slightly worse but no doubt barking at me because I did some light upper body weight lifting yesterday. I'm declaring myself fit enough to attempt 200 k permanent on Friday.
Saturday, September 03, 2011
Paris Brest Paris--Ride Report
My scheduled start time was 6:00 pm, Sunday August 21, 2011 along with about 3500 other cyclists who chose a 90 hour start time. Although I had to check out of my room at The Mercure, Kevin & Chris Kaiser, who weren't starting until 4:00 am Monday, let me share their room for an afternoon nap. I rode 1.5 km from the hotel to the start around 5:00. The long line of riders was moving so I jumped in but when I saw we were going to be waiting in the heat and sun I found a shady spot to stretch out in and eat food I brought to consume before riding. I started around 7:45, which was no big deal since rider times started when our transponder actually crossed the line. Two friends, Steve Phillips and David Roddy from Alabama and Kentucky were in the same start group so we rode together intermittently.
St Qentin en Yvelines--Mortagne-au-Perche
At the start of the ride and for the first hour of the ride you feel like a rock star. People are lined all along the roads cheering. I didn't need a cue sheet--there were many cyclists in front of and behind me so I just followed the wave. Also the cue was in French and the roads are not marked the way they are in America. Darkness settled in around 9:30 and still lots of folks cheering on the road sides. Now some of them had water and food to offer riders. I didn't need anything until an optional control at Mortagne-au-Perche. Steve Phillips was there and we both tried to buy a sandwich and a coke, but it took forever. Steve never did get anything so I gave him half my sandwich for which he was most grateful.
Mount Portagne-au-Perche--Villaines-la-Juhel and Beyond
Rode through the night with hundreds of other riders and still the crowds along the road were impressive. Some folks even hailed us from bedroom windows. I arrived at the first mandatory control at 6:54 Monday morning. Saw David, Steve, and Jeff Sammons (another friend from Tennessee). From there I rode all day in great weather though controls at Fougeres (12:17 pm), Tinteniac (3:29 pm). This portion of the course was fairly flat with numerous small villages and great rural scenery. I stopped several times where folks had set up impromptu stops to fill bottles and get food. I remember lots of great tasting chocolate and pound cake and that none of these people would take any money.
Loudeac
Got to Loudeac around 9:00 pm. David and Jeff were there and we had hotel rooms, so we collected our drop bags and rode short distance to hotel. Jeff was at different hotel, but David and I had rooms at Les Routiers. As we arrived the heavens opened up and it began raining big time. My room was on third floor with community toilet and shower. The manager/owner spoke no English but I was able to convey that I was hungry so she prepared a meal of chicken and pasta with plenty of bread and water--pretty simple but it really hit the spot. Showered and slept until 12:30 am, then met David and Jeff to start riding. I was looking for something more to eat as the owner was ready to fix a breakfast then but Jeff and David were ready so we headed out onto wet roads, but no rain.
Loudeac--Carhaix
Now the hills began in earnest. I was very hungry so when I came upon a make shift restaurant under a tent, I stopped and filled up on croissants, oranges and coffee. Now riders were spreading out, but I kept other tail lights in sight and followed them. I also saw the head lights of returning riders which also kept me on course. Got to Carhaix around 6:30 Tuesday morning catching up to David, Jeff, and Steve. Had breakfast with them and cat napped at the table. I also saw Kevin who although starting 8 hours later had caught up by riding fast and not stopping for sleep.
Carhaix--Brest
As I rode out of Carhaix there was long down hill ( I was already not looking forward to climbing that on the return). The hills got more frequent and steeper, and the weather got worse. There was a light rain along with a chill and then fog so heavy I had to stop and put in contact lenses because my glasses made seeing the road impossible. The route into Brest took a circuitous journey all through the town before reaching the control. I was so ready for this portion of the ride to end since it meant I was half way done. I arrived in Brest about 1:00 pm, but didn't hang around there very long.
Brest--Carhaix
Heading over the hills back to Carhaix was hard but at least the weather was considerably better. Kevin and Chris Kaiser both passed at different times and provided much appreciated encouragement. During this portion of the ride I actually thought that if I was willing to suffer even more and forgo sleep I had a chance to complete the ride in less than 80 hours. Sanity soon returned as I was already suffering enough and things would have to go perfectly to attain a sub 80 hour finish. As I climbed the long hill back into Carhaix I stopped at pharmacy to pick up pain medication as I was running low on Motrin. Got to Carhaix at 7:15 pm and ate soup, pasta and ice cream.
Carhaix--Loudeac
Left Carhaix around 8:00 and caught several groups along the way. Since I had followed tail lights in the dark on the way out along this route I wanted to do the same on the return. I also was occasionally throwing my chain over the large ring when shifting. I was able to get it back onto chain ring without stopping but when it happened about 3-4 times over the next few miles I stopped to check further and found the piece of the front derailleur that keeps chain in the derailleur itself was missing. I could shift but had to be careful not to do anything too fast or hard as so I wouldn't have to repair a broken chain at night. The final run into the Loudeac was filled with short down hills and up hills so given my shifting issue I was very glad to arrive just before 2:00 am Wednesday. Spoke with a mechanic at the control who said they could replace the derailleur in about 15 minutes. I decided instead to go to my hotel room, shower, sleep, eat and then deal with it in the morning. Showered and went to bed at 3:00 intending to get up at 6:00 but over slept until 7:15. Ate an omelet, bread, juice and coffee, then headed back to control, dropped my bag and went to the mechanic. They replaced derailleur and I headed for Tinteniac around 8:45
Loudeac--Tinteniac
By now riders had spread out and I saw very few folks on the route. Course was fairly flat just as it had been on the way out. My saddle sores were getting uncomfortable and my back and neck were also getting fatigued. I began stopping more frequently to stretch and nap. Because riding with hands on the hoods or near the stem put more pressure on my saddle sores I rode a lot deep in the drops. That meant my neck became even more fatigued and it got to where I simply had to keep trading one type suffering for another. Also the new derailleur wasn't shifting very well and I remembered how ludicrous it was for me to think about a sub 80 effort. I rolled into Tinteniac around 4: 00pm and found a mechanic who got my shifting to work more effectively. I ate, stocked up on food and wondered where I could find a mechanic to straighten out my body.
Tinteniac--Foureges
During this portion of the ride I started experiencing hot foot in addition to all my other pains. Several times I had to stop, take off my shoes and lie down with feet elevated. After a few minutes and some massaging I could eliminate that aspect of suffering. Surprisingly the thing I feared the most--pain in any of my artificial joints--never became an issue. I began to dream about a back and neck replacement. Arrived in Foureges about 6:30 and when I got off the bike to get my control card signed I could hardly stand up straight or walk normally. It was literally easier to ride the bike and lean on the handlebars. I also was now having difficulty eating solid food. I manged to down some pie--really craved ice cream but there wasn't any. I probably stayed here too long but needed a nap.
Foureges--Villaines
As I left Foureges I started to wonder whether I was going to finish within the time limit. I was riding slower and stopping much more frequently. I realized that I would arrive in Villaines past the time limit on the control card although with credit for late start and a time adjustment for the derailleur repairs (which I had gotten documented on my control card) I figured as long as I could just keep moving I would make it. Now it was dark, there were very few other riders around me and I noticed the route marking signs which seemed so frequent earlier were now non-existent. I began to worry that I had missed a turn and even thought about reversing course to find the last sign. Fortunately every so often I would see lights from another rider. However, one time as I approached a round about looking for a sign, I braked and my upper body just collapsed onto the handle bars. I manged to stop but then fell from total fatigue ripping a nice hole in my right knee. Fortunately I was now at the Villaines control (1:30 am) so parked my bike in a stand, left my helmet with my bike and went to have my control card signed and my knee taken care of at the medical tent. I also had a drop bag there and decided to shower and change, but discovered they had taken the drop bags from there about 10 frigging minutes before I arrived. OK I thought, just get treated, eat and move on. However, when I went to get my bike it had been moved by the organizers but my helmet (and helmet light) were not with the bike. MAJOR PROBLEM!!! I and several folks looked all over but no helmet. In France helmets are not required (they are more picky about reflective vests) so I could continue. However, one of the organizers found an old Bell helmet and gave it to me. It must have been 20 years old, didn't fit, was terribly uncomfortable, would not even let me wear a cycling cap underneath. Nevertheless it was a helmet and I didn't need a cycling cap to protect my head from sun at 3:00 am so I donned it and headed out after spending probably 90 minutes there.
Beyond Villaines
I rode about 40 km past Villaines still with very few route marks. I would go many kilometers without seeing other riders or signs. I was having a hard time keeping my head upright and constantly worried about missing a turn. I approached a round about, couldn't see any route sign, and when I applied brakes to slow down my upper body again collapsed onto the handle bars. Unlike the last time I was moving at pretty good clip, couldn't raise up and clipped a curb. I heard my helmet crack against the pavement, felt my shoulder strike the pavement, and wound up under my bike on a rural road in the middle of no where.
I don't know if I lost consciousness but as I became aware of my surroundings there wasn't a single person around. Then one motorist stopped, followed by several more. I tried to get up but my right shoulder reminded me that moving wasn't a good idea. I manged to get my control card with my left hand and pointed to the the next control and phone number but no one understood English. A couple other riders came by and although they didn't speak English they knew what I was showing them and made a phone call. One of them got my bike off me, and seemed very concerned that he couldn't figure out how to turn off my lights.
Police and ambulance personnel arrived and begin planning on taking me to a hospital. I tried to explain I needed to get back on my bike to finish my ride, but when one of the ambulance folks tested my right shoulder I realized the hospital was a better option. I did try to have them at least put my bike in the ambulance but I still had not found anyone at the scene who understood English. I finally figured that the police wouldn't leave my bike and I would have to deal with getting it back later.
Aftermath
I was taken to a hospital in Alerons where a few people spoke English. Xrays revealed a fractured right clavicle above my shoulder (fracture de l'extremite distale de la clavicule droite). No concussion but the Bell helmet was toast. I left it in a hospital trash can thankful I had not refused it or ditched it earlier. I was advised the ride organization had my bike and would make arrangements to get me back to my hotel. However, I had to wait about 6 hours for that to happen and then another 2 hour trip back to The Hotel Mercure. The hospital put me in a quiet private waiting room where I could sleep and fed me breakfast and lunch. However, it's hard to get comfortable wearing cycling clothes I ended up wearing for about 30 hours.
I got back to my hotel around 4:00 pm, briefed several friends who were in the lobby on what happened, and after cleaning up collapsed for the night. I also learned that an American cyclist from northern Virginia had been killed when he apparently fell asleep and drifted into an oncoming truck. His name was Thai Pham, and we had teamed up on a 600 k brevet last May riding together throughout a Saturday night and most of Sunday. That ride was the final qualifying ride for both of us to get into PBP. Although I never saw him in Paris I remember he was once of the nicest folks I had ever ridden with. It reminded me that life can be fleeting and sometimes turns on a simple decision like not refusing /ditching an uncomfortable, ill-fitting 20 year old helmet
St Qentin en Yvelines--Mortagne-au-Perche
At the start of the ride and for the first hour of the ride you feel like a rock star. People are lined all along the roads cheering. I didn't need a cue sheet--there were many cyclists in front of and behind me so I just followed the wave. Also the cue was in French and the roads are not marked the way they are in America. Darkness settled in around 9:30 and still lots of folks cheering on the road sides. Now some of them had water and food to offer riders. I didn't need anything until an optional control at Mortagne-au-Perche. Steve Phillips was there and we both tried to buy a sandwich and a coke, but it took forever. Steve never did get anything so I gave him half my sandwich for which he was most grateful.
Mount Portagne-au-Perche--Villaines-la-Juhel and Beyond
Rode through the night with hundreds of other riders and still the crowds along the road were impressive. Some folks even hailed us from bedroom windows. I arrived at the first mandatory control at 6:54 Monday morning. Saw David, Steve, and Jeff Sammons (another friend from Tennessee). From there I rode all day in great weather though controls at Fougeres (12:17 pm), Tinteniac (3:29 pm). This portion of the course was fairly flat with numerous small villages and great rural scenery. I stopped several times where folks had set up impromptu stops to fill bottles and get food. I remember lots of great tasting chocolate and pound cake and that none of these people would take any money.
Loudeac
Got to Loudeac around 9:00 pm. David and Jeff were there and we had hotel rooms, so we collected our drop bags and rode short distance to hotel. Jeff was at different hotel, but David and I had rooms at Les Routiers. As we arrived the heavens opened up and it began raining big time. My room was on third floor with community toilet and shower. The manager/owner spoke no English but I was able to convey that I was hungry so she prepared a meal of chicken and pasta with plenty of bread and water--pretty simple but it really hit the spot. Showered and slept until 12:30 am, then met David and Jeff to start riding. I was looking for something more to eat as the owner was ready to fix a breakfast then but Jeff and David were ready so we headed out onto wet roads, but no rain.
Loudeac--Carhaix
Now the hills began in earnest. I was very hungry so when I came upon a make shift restaurant under a tent, I stopped and filled up on croissants, oranges and coffee. Now riders were spreading out, but I kept other tail lights in sight and followed them. I also saw the head lights of returning riders which also kept me on course. Got to Carhaix around 6:30 Tuesday morning catching up to David, Jeff, and Steve. Had breakfast with them and cat napped at the table. I also saw Kevin who although starting 8 hours later had caught up by riding fast and not stopping for sleep.
Carhaix--Brest
As I rode out of Carhaix there was long down hill ( I was already not looking forward to climbing that on the return). The hills got more frequent and steeper, and the weather got worse. There was a light rain along with a chill and then fog so heavy I had to stop and put in contact lenses because my glasses made seeing the road impossible. The route into Brest took a circuitous journey all through the town before reaching the control. I was so ready for this portion of the ride to end since it meant I was half way done. I arrived in Brest about 1:00 pm, but didn't hang around there very long.
Brest--Carhaix
Heading over the hills back to Carhaix was hard but at least the weather was considerably better. Kevin and Chris Kaiser both passed at different times and provided much appreciated encouragement. During this portion of the ride I actually thought that if I was willing to suffer even more and forgo sleep I had a chance to complete the ride in less than 80 hours. Sanity soon returned as I was already suffering enough and things would have to go perfectly to attain a sub 80 hour finish. As I climbed the long hill back into Carhaix I stopped at pharmacy to pick up pain medication as I was running low on Motrin. Got to Carhaix at 7:15 pm and ate soup, pasta and ice cream.
Carhaix--Loudeac
Left Carhaix around 8:00 and caught several groups along the way. Since I had followed tail lights in the dark on the way out along this route I wanted to do the same on the return. I also was occasionally throwing my chain over the large ring when shifting. I was able to get it back onto chain ring without stopping but when it happened about 3-4 times over the next few miles I stopped to check further and found the piece of the front derailleur that keeps chain in the derailleur itself was missing. I could shift but had to be careful not to do anything too fast or hard as so I wouldn't have to repair a broken chain at night. The final run into the Loudeac was filled with short down hills and up hills so given my shifting issue I was very glad to arrive just before 2:00 am Wednesday. Spoke with a mechanic at the control who said they could replace the derailleur in about 15 minutes. I decided instead to go to my hotel room, shower, sleep, eat and then deal with it in the morning. Showered and went to bed at 3:00 intending to get up at 6:00 but over slept until 7:15. Ate an omelet, bread, juice and coffee, then headed back to control, dropped my bag and went to the mechanic. They replaced derailleur and I headed for Tinteniac around 8:45
Loudeac--Tinteniac
By now riders had spread out and I saw very few folks on the route. Course was fairly flat just as it had been on the way out. My saddle sores were getting uncomfortable and my back and neck were also getting fatigued. I began stopping more frequently to stretch and nap. Because riding with hands on the hoods or near the stem put more pressure on my saddle sores I rode a lot deep in the drops. That meant my neck became even more fatigued and it got to where I simply had to keep trading one type suffering for another. Also the new derailleur wasn't shifting very well and I remembered how ludicrous it was for me to think about a sub 80 effort. I rolled into Tinteniac around 4: 00pm and found a mechanic who got my shifting to work more effectively. I ate, stocked up on food and wondered where I could find a mechanic to straighten out my body.
Tinteniac--Foureges
During this portion of the ride I started experiencing hot foot in addition to all my other pains. Several times I had to stop, take off my shoes and lie down with feet elevated. After a few minutes and some massaging I could eliminate that aspect of suffering. Surprisingly the thing I feared the most--pain in any of my artificial joints--never became an issue. I began to dream about a back and neck replacement. Arrived in Foureges about 6:30 and when I got off the bike to get my control card signed I could hardly stand up straight or walk normally. It was literally easier to ride the bike and lean on the handlebars. I also was now having difficulty eating solid food. I manged to down some pie--really craved ice cream but there wasn't any. I probably stayed here too long but needed a nap.
Foureges--Villaines
As I left Foureges I started to wonder whether I was going to finish within the time limit. I was riding slower and stopping much more frequently. I realized that I would arrive in Villaines past the time limit on the control card although with credit for late start and a time adjustment for the derailleur repairs (which I had gotten documented on my control card) I figured as long as I could just keep moving I would make it. Now it was dark, there were very few other riders around me and I noticed the route marking signs which seemed so frequent earlier were now non-existent. I began to worry that I had missed a turn and even thought about reversing course to find the last sign. Fortunately every so often I would see lights from another rider. However, one time as I approached a round about looking for a sign, I braked and my upper body just collapsed onto the handle bars. I manged to stop but then fell from total fatigue ripping a nice hole in my right knee. Fortunately I was now at the Villaines control (1:30 am) so parked my bike in a stand, left my helmet with my bike and went to have my control card signed and my knee taken care of at the medical tent. I also had a drop bag there and decided to shower and change, but discovered they had taken the drop bags from there about 10 frigging minutes before I arrived. OK I thought, just get treated, eat and move on. However, when I went to get my bike it had been moved by the organizers but my helmet (and helmet light) were not with the bike. MAJOR PROBLEM!!! I and several folks looked all over but no helmet. In France helmets are not required (they are more picky about reflective vests) so I could continue. However, one of the organizers found an old Bell helmet and gave it to me. It must have been 20 years old, didn't fit, was terribly uncomfortable, would not even let me wear a cycling cap underneath. Nevertheless it was a helmet and I didn't need a cycling cap to protect my head from sun at 3:00 am so I donned it and headed out after spending probably 90 minutes there.
Beyond Villaines
I rode about 40 km past Villaines still with very few route marks. I would go many kilometers without seeing other riders or signs. I was having a hard time keeping my head upright and constantly worried about missing a turn. I approached a round about, couldn't see any route sign, and when I applied brakes to slow down my upper body again collapsed onto the handle bars. Unlike the last time I was moving at pretty good clip, couldn't raise up and clipped a curb. I heard my helmet crack against the pavement, felt my shoulder strike the pavement, and wound up under my bike on a rural road in the middle of no where.
I don't know if I lost consciousness but as I became aware of my surroundings there wasn't a single person around. Then one motorist stopped, followed by several more. I tried to get up but my right shoulder reminded me that moving wasn't a good idea. I manged to get my control card with my left hand and pointed to the the next control and phone number but no one understood English. A couple other riders came by and although they didn't speak English they knew what I was showing them and made a phone call. One of them got my bike off me, and seemed very concerned that he couldn't figure out how to turn off my lights.
Police and ambulance personnel arrived and begin planning on taking me to a hospital. I tried to explain I needed to get back on my bike to finish my ride, but when one of the ambulance folks tested my right shoulder I realized the hospital was a better option. I did try to have them at least put my bike in the ambulance but I still had not found anyone at the scene who understood English. I finally figured that the police wouldn't leave my bike and I would have to deal with getting it back later.
Aftermath
I was taken to a hospital in Alerons where a few people spoke English. Xrays revealed a fractured right clavicle above my shoulder (fracture de l'extremite distale de la clavicule droite). No concussion but the Bell helmet was toast. I left it in a hospital trash can thankful I had not refused it or ditched it earlier. I was advised the ride organization had my bike and would make arrangements to get me back to my hotel. However, I had to wait about 6 hours for that to happen and then another 2 hour trip back to The Hotel Mercure. The hospital put me in a quiet private waiting room where I could sleep and fed me breakfast and lunch. However, it's hard to get comfortable wearing cycling clothes I ended up wearing for about 30 hours.
I got back to my hotel around 4:00 pm, briefed several friends who were in the lobby on what happened, and after cleaning up collapsed for the night. I also learned that an American cyclist from northern Virginia had been killed when he apparently fell asleep and drifted into an oncoming truck. His name was Thai Pham, and we had teamed up on a 600 k brevet last May riding together throughout a Saturday night and most of Sunday. That ride was the final qualifying ride for both of us to get into PBP. Although I never saw him in Paris I remember he was once of the nicest folks I had ever ridden with. It reminded me that life can be fleeting and sometimes turns on a simple decision like not refusing /ditching an uncomfortable, ill-fitting 20 year old helmet
Saturday, January 08, 2011
Augusta 200 K Brevet--01/01/2011
On New Years Day I completed the first of 4 rides I need to qualify for Paris-Brest-Paris in August. Drove 2 1/2 hours to Augusta New Years Eve afternoon/evening so I could get decent night's sleep the night before the actual ride. Went to bed at 9:30 but didn't fall asleep until after 1:00 am. So much for driving over early.
24 cyclists started the ride at 7:30. I was on my single speed (47x20) and wondered if I should be using a larger gear. First 40 miles were uneventful as we enjoyed sun and mild temps in the 55--65 degree range. Then we headed into a headwind which stayed in our face until Louisville (mile 81). Leaving Louisville I tried to stay with 3 other cyclists but was at disadvantage with single speed. The rain came about 3:45 as I was at mile 95. I was glad to have a rain jacket which kept my core dry and warm as temps dropped.
24 cyclists started the ride at 7:30. I was on my single speed (47x20) and wondered if I should be using a larger gear. First 40 miles were uneventful as we enjoyed sun and mild temps in the 55--65 degree range. Then we headed into a headwind which stayed in our face until Louisville (mile 81). Leaving Louisville I tried to stay with 3 other cyclists but was at disadvantage with single speed. The rain came about 3:45 as I was at mile 95. I was glad to have a rain jacket which kept my core dry and warm as temps dropped.
I rolled into the finish at 5:48 for a total time of 10:18. Actual time on bike was 9:33. I had to stop lots of times on roadside for quick nature breaks which at least meant I was well hydrated. About 10 riders finished ahead of me 9 after me ad the rest DNFed.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Paris-Brest-Paris
Last year I set a goal to qualify for and complete Paris-Brest-Paris, a 1200 km ride (740 miles) held in France every4 years. In 2010 I have been doing a dress rehearsal of rides that I'll have to do in 2011 to qualify. Here's a synopsis of my rides.
January: 200 km brevet
I drove to Ridgeland MS to do this brevet along the Natchez Trace. I was the only rider to finish because I was the only cyclist to start. Because of weather, illness and other issues the 5 other registered riders decided not to ride. I drove 7 hours and spent money on a hotel so there was no way I wasn't going to ride. Completed ride in 9 hours on a flat course with rain during most of the second half.
February: Warm Springs Permanent
I learned that doing a 200 km ride every month for 12 consecutive months earned an R-12 award I set that as another 2010 goal, I registered for this ride to complete on the last day in February. I was suppose to ride with Chris Kaiser at 7:00 am. I arrived late so Chris had already left. I figured that I'd complete ride before dark so I left lights in my car--big mistake. Head wind and going off course put me riding the last 25 miles in darkness. That further slowed progress and I limped to the end in 13 hours.
March 200 km Permanent
Rode the Rome GA route on a rainy Sunday. Finished in just over 10 hours.
April 300 km Gainesville Brevet
Started with about 12 other cyclists. Wound up riding solo and finished at 11:15 pm. First ride where I knew would involve night riding and while I had sufficient lights on bike I needed a helmet light to make it easier to read cue sheet.
May 400 km Dawsonville Brevet
This is a very challenging ride that goes over 4 of the 6 north Georgia gaps to Highlands and back. Time limit was 27 hours. Unfortunately I got off course twice which added 18 miles and finished about 1 hour outside the time limit. Also realized I needed a better way to carry extra gear. 2 weeks later I kept the R12 quest alive by doing the Rome permanent again, also in the rain again for the last 30 miles.
June 200 km Permanent
Rode a route in northern Virginia that went into West Virginia. First control was not open so I rode 70 miles on 2 bottles of water and gator ade and the food I started out with. Lots of hills and a little rain slowed me some and finished in 11 hours.
July 400 km Brevet
This was ride in NC from Salisbury out to Little Switzerland and back. I was nervous since it advertised same amount of elevation as Dawsonville. However, it seemed easier than Dawsonville and I completed the ride 24:45. That was 3 hours faster than my Dawsonville attempt. This time I didn't go off course, and had 2 sit down meals and a flat tire. Time on bike was 20:35. There were 9 other riders and I was the second finisher.
August 200 km Permanent
Don Schaet and I drove to Illinois to do a ride that went into Missouri. Don dropped me at start and drove ahead since he only wanted to ride a century. I caught up with Don around mile 50 of my route and we crossed the Mississippi River into Missouri. On the return Don was bitten by a dog and we had to stop for first aid supplies. At about mile 90 I pushed ahead past the car and Don picked me up at the finish. Total time about 11 hours. The next day we did a century in Kentucky and Indiana. So in 2 days we rode in 4 states which helps in our mutual goal of doing century rides in all 50 states.
September 600 km Brevet
Ride started in Greensboro NC, went into Virgina, then back through Greensboro. Then went to Fayetteville NC and back. Lots of cyclists around since there were several distances offered that weekend. I rode with a couple of cyclists doing 200 k during first 200, soloed down to Fayetteville in the dark. Showered and slept at control point hotel room about 3 hours. Had breakfast with 4 other riders and rode back to Greensboro with them. Finished ride at 5:30 Sunday evening which was total time of 33 hours.
October 200 km Permanent
Rode this new route with Chris Kaiser. Finished in 10 hours. Great route.
November 200 km Permanent
Rode the Rome route again. First 200 k ride on my single speed (47x16). Finally rode this route without any rain and finished in 9 hours 45 minutes.
December 200 Km Permanent
Did the Athens route again on my single speed (47x20). Started with 2 other riders but could not stay with them after first 25 miles on SS. Uneventful ride until mile 105 when I hit a metal speed bump and crashed. Banged up left hip and shoulder but since this was the last ride to get the R12 I kept going. Finished in 10 hours 30 minutes. Needed lights the last hour. Pretty sore for next few days but no permanent damage.
So I achieved my goal of doing a ride of more than 100 miles every month in 2010. I also rode just over 10,000 miles which is about 1500 more than I ever did in a previous year. Next year I want to increase that although haven;t set a specific mileage goal yet
January: 200 km brevet
I drove to Ridgeland MS to do this brevet along the Natchez Trace. I was the only rider to finish because I was the only cyclist to start. Because of weather, illness and other issues the 5 other registered riders decided not to ride. I drove 7 hours and spent money on a hotel so there was no way I wasn't going to ride. Completed ride in 9 hours on a flat course with rain during most of the second half.
February: Warm Springs Permanent
I learned that doing a 200 km ride every month for 12 consecutive months earned an R-12 award I set that as another 2010 goal, I registered for this ride to complete on the last day in February. I was suppose to ride with Chris Kaiser at 7:00 am. I arrived late so Chris had already left. I figured that I'd complete ride before dark so I left lights in my car--big mistake. Head wind and going off course put me riding the last 25 miles in darkness. That further slowed progress and I limped to the end in 13 hours.
March 200 km Permanent
Rode the Rome GA route on a rainy Sunday. Finished in just over 10 hours.
April 300 km Gainesville Brevet
Started with about 12 other cyclists. Wound up riding solo and finished at 11:15 pm. First ride where I knew would involve night riding and while I had sufficient lights on bike I needed a helmet light to make it easier to read cue sheet.
May 400 km Dawsonville Brevet
This is a very challenging ride that goes over 4 of the 6 north Georgia gaps to Highlands and back. Time limit was 27 hours. Unfortunately I got off course twice which added 18 miles and finished about 1 hour outside the time limit. Also realized I needed a better way to carry extra gear. 2 weeks later I kept the R12 quest alive by doing the Rome permanent again, also in the rain again for the last 30 miles.
June 200 km Permanent
Rode a route in northern Virginia that went into West Virginia. First control was not open so I rode 70 miles on 2 bottles of water and gator ade and the food I started out with. Lots of hills and a little rain slowed me some and finished in 11 hours.
July 400 km Brevet
This was ride in NC from Salisbury out to Little Switzerland and back. I was nervous since it advertised same amount of elevation as Dawsonville. However, it seemed easier than Dawsonville and I completed the ride 24:45. That was 3 hours faster than my Dawsonville attempt. This time I didn't go off course, and had 2 sit down meals and a flat tire. Time on bike was 20:35. There were 9 other riders and I was the second finisher.
August 200 km Permanent
Don Schaet and I drove to Illinois to do a ride that went into Missouri. Don dropped me at start and drove ahead since he only wanted to ride a century. I caught up with Don around mile 50 of my route and we crossed the Mississippi River into Missouri. On the return Don was bitten by a dog and we had to stop for first aid supplies. At about mile 90 I pushed ahead past the car and Don picked me up at the finish. Total time about 11 hours. The next day we did a century in Kentucky and Indiana. So in 2 days we rode in 4 states which helps in our mutual goal of doing century rides in all 50 states.
September 600 km Brevet
Ride started in Greensboro NC, went into Virgina, then back through Greensboro. Then went to Fayetteville NC and back. Lots of cyclists around since there were several distances offered that weekend. I rode with a couple of cyclists doing 200 k during first 200, soloed down to Fayetteville in the dark. Showered and slept at control point hotel room about 3 hours. Had breakfast with 4 other riders and rode back to Greensboro with them. Finished ride at 5:30 Sunday evening which was total time of 33 hours.
October 200 km Permanent
Rode this new route with Chris Kaiser. Finished in 10 hours. Great route.
November 200 km Permanent
Rode the Rome route again. First 200 k ride on my single speed (47x16). Finally rode this route without any rain and finished in 9 hours 45 minutes.
December 200 Km Permanent
Did the Athens route again on my single speed (47x20). Started with 2 other riders but could not stay with them after first 25 miles on SS. Uneventful ride until mile 105 when I hit a metal speed bump and crashed. Banged up left hip and shoulder but since this was the last ride to get the R12 I kept going. Finished in 10 hours 30 minutes. Needed lights the last hour. Pretty sore for next few days but no permanent damage.
So I achieved my goal of doing a ride of more than 100 miles every month in 2010. I also rode just over 10,000 miles which is about 1500 more than I ever did in a previous year. Next year I want to increase that although haven;t set a specific mileage goal yet
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