Bike to work day 2015 - best ever!

Bike to Work Day in Seattle is awesome.  F5 network gear and Cascade Bicycle club team up to put "Commute Stations" all over the trails and routes.  Stations have a variety of food, drink and swag items.

Yes, this isn't directly related to PBP but it's a big part of the Seattle bicycling scene, and I managed to get 40 miles in round trip today.

My goal is to hit as many stations as I can on the way to work, and today I stopped at 9 and passed by 10.

Left the house at 6:30 AM and just 5 minutes later, I'm at the first stop at the beginning of the I-90 trail.

Put on by T-Mobile, I scored a banana and a tube-fabric thing that can be a buff, a towel, a beanie, or a head covering.  Very nice.

The clouds were parting and promising a decent day:

5 minutes later I'm at the U-turn by the east channel bridge on the I-90 trail at the second station of the day:

From here it's uphill as I head north on 108th toward downtown.  10 minutes later, I'm at the third station at the Marriott.  Yes, when I got there nobody was at the table, they were busy putting out their sign.  I got some more food and a luggage tag.

A mile more, up steep 2nd Street, and then we are at the 4th stop at the Bellevue Transit Center:

This was the best one of ALL of them, with lots of good food (got me an old fashioned donut), a wheel to spin for a prize, and generally a great vibe.  

I had to get going, and wound my way to the 5th stop, a "DIY" station put on by a salon.  Businesses can put on their own stops to spread the bike love and also advertise their services.  This was put on by two engaging women:

I had some hot chocolate here, and picked up a little food pack with a juice box and some brownie bites.

Now a bit of a longer haul up to the 520 trail including some steepish hills, and after a bit of a ride, we are at a stop near Microsoft:

I got a nice assortment of energy bars here.  As you can see, we have some serious cyclists participating today.

I didn't expect to see another stop on the 520 bike trail but there WAS another one "Kick Kids Cancer".  I took a picture but didn't stop:

Now we are cruising down at 50 kph toward Redmond and the Sammamish River trail.  A few miles down the trail, and we come upon another station by the soccer fields:

I met Cyndi Geislink (our transportation coordinator) here, and had a nice discussion about the Tour De Redmond T-shirts (which are the softest T-shirts ever).

Further up the SRT and we get to Wilmot Gateway Park where Woodinville Bicycle has sponsored a station:

Pushing on, take a right turn after the bridge and head north to the Cascadia Community college/UW Bothell campus where we hit the final station of the day:

 Had a half cup of coffee here and picked up a danish for later.

And then another 15 minutes and we arrive at work, 2 1/4 hrs after leaving home. Normally I can do it in just over 1 1/4 hrs, so all the stops and 4 bonus miles added an hour to the trip.  Here's all the stuff I picked up:

But wait, bike fun is not over!  On the way home, we have the Redmond Bike Bash!  Lots of bikes and food booths where you can get Zeeks Pizza, bacon wrapped jalapeno, Thai fried rice, and lots more, all for free.  Beer and wine, $5.00.

Bike Parking:

The bash:

The food:

And then a regular ride home on the 520 trail / 140th.  A great Bike to Work day!  

Sunny 100k on a perfect day

Eat to ride, or ride to eat.  Yeah, you gotta keep stoking the fires to keep riding but how you do it is up to you.  You can drink powdered energy food hour after hour, or you can indulge in some things that would normally be off the menu, or very occasional treats.  Today was both: eat to ride, and enjoy every bite.

I started the day off at Tulley's on Mercer Island with Narayan.  I had a fritter, and he had a maple bar:

Sorry, I ate the fritter before I took a picture of it.  But hey, who doesn't like maple bars?

We rode in the cool of the day up to the hills of Kirkland, and then on the bike trails to Woodinville and Redmond, crossing to East Lake Sammamish boulevard through Marymoor park where the temperature had hit a very comfortable 70 degrees just after noon:

Then it was short work on some light duty rollers to Issaquah, where we stopped for frosty drinks at Starbucks.  I had a Mocha Chip Frappacino:

Finally, up Newport way and down the other side, around the bottom of Mercer Island, to finish up at the Roanoke Tavern for some well earned IPA and nachos in just a touch over 5 and a half hours.

Glorious weather, sun, a touch of wind here and there, and lots and lots of people out on bikes, scooters, parents pushing kids in strollers, people walking, jogging.  It was the kind of day that makes you really glad you live in Seattle.

This was my P-10 ride - 10th consecutive month of a 100k ride.  Two more and I earn the coveted P-12 award.

Next up, if the weather and schedule holds: 200k Southworth-Tahuya Hills for some hill training next week.

Zen and the art of Bicycle Maintenance - on a chilly 400k

If you've ever read "Zen and the art of Motorcycle Maintenance" you have to recall the part about shims.  Two guys talking about a bike one of them owns that has a loose part.   The other says "you need a thin shim to firm that up.  A piece of a beer can would be perfect."  The other one refuses, saying "I will not have a beer can as part of my bike, I want the factory shim installed."  Never mind there may not even BE a factory shim, the cost in time and money is ridiculous.

Any way, that will come up later in this ride report.

So, we are riding the Baker Lake 400k brevet on May 2, 2015, the third of the 4 qualifying rides for PBP.  This is a challenging route, with hills at the beginning, middle, and end of the ride, and longer flat sections in between.

We start from Mark Thomas's house up high in the hills of Woodinville:

Over 90 people were registered - some had pre-ridden the course, and there were some no-shows and late-comers, so it was closer to 80 people that actually attempted the ride.
Fearing nowhere to park, I chose a wide gravel patch at the bottom of the hill and rode up, arriving about 15 minutes prior to the 6:00 start.  A bit of socializing, pick up the brevet card, a bite to eat, and time for a pre-ride selfie with my loaded bike:

6:00 AM sharp and we are rolling!  And there are hills right off the bat.  The pack stays together in groups of 4-5 until we get to a spot where a road ends, connecting to the road on the other side only for bikes and people via a gap in the barrier - one bike wide.  This really stretches out the group.

I'm not riding "with" anyone at this point, just keeping up a pace I think I can tolerate.  My heart-rate monitor is in the 150 range, which I was able to do for a 100k last week (about 5 hours).  We'll see how long that can keep up.

82 km and about 4 hours later, I hit the first real control, the Shell station in Granite falls.  I'm on a pace for a 5 hour 100k, which is pretty good for ME.   I ran into a number of people filling up water bottles including Narayan Krishnamoorthy, who I rode a 300k and Fleche ride last year:

He knows everyone who rides, and practically every turn of every course, and also who rode what courses when.  A rando encyclopedia!

In fact, riding on the highway after Arlington, we met up and rode together for a while.  Sadly, there was too much traffic to ride side-by-side and talk much.  But at one point, all of a sudden some bug (a bee?) flew into my lip at high speed, and at first I was worried I had been stung, because although that isn't life threatening, the area around the sting WILL swell and look bad.  It felt sore but not horrible and I think whatever part of a bee is "sharp" had just scratched me.  Aggh!  So many little unforseen things can derail a good plan, right?

There was plenty see on the way to Concrete, including a bucolic farm with a great view:

Also, some roadside geology.  Look at all the layers of loose rock and sandstone on this exposed hillside:

And finally, they pulled some really big timber out of here years ago, including this chunk of wood:

I finally made it to Concrete, just shy of halfway.  This wasn't a control but there was a convenience store, and I needed water.  Fortunately I found the jug left by randos who had been there before me:

Water by the gallon is only a little over a dollar, vs. single bottles 1/4 the size for the same price.  I took advantage of a number of these along the route and had the ability to buy and leave one as well.

Oh, and also in Concrete, something rando's know how to look for:

When you gotta go, you gotta go, and these are a welcome sight!

I had been having dreams of a 10 hour 200k but what I didn't realize that Burpee Hill road came around kilometer 193.  This is a 2 mile long hill that is so steep sometimes you're inclined to just get off and walk, or zig zag back and forth to cut the grade a bit.  And speed that might have been 20-25 kph slows to 6-7 kph (24 kph = 15 mph and 5 kph = 3 mph).  The 10 hour 200k is not happening.

See if you can spot Burpee Hill Road on this elevation profile (hint: the scale is in miles):

Also, note that even once you get up to the "top" there are a LOT of lumps before you get down again. These aren't even what you could call "rollers" where your momentum from one hill gets you over the next.  No, these are climbs 1/2 to 1 km long at 5-8% (obnoxious to challenging).

About half way, I noticed a pull out and figured there was a scenic view.  A short walk down a trail did not disappoint:

And to make it even worse, the route is an "out and back" and there's a food stop along the way - but the control is down the road another 6 miles (with hills) and you need to ride down there, count the number of zip ties on the message board, report back at the food stop to get your card signed and get some food.  Here are a couple of the guys I rode with for a while, enjoying their food:

I was getting tired, hungry and had a feeling like I wanted to cry. No particular reason why, just feeling really challenged by all the hills.  But I slugged it out, missed the campground, rode an extra 2km to the end of the road, and then turned around, still could not find the zip ties, so took a selfie in front of the campground sign as proof and made it back to the food stop.
The ride was not without its rewards, including some great views: (photo credit: William B Willaford)

Most everyone else had already eaten and departed, I was at the end of the pack, but that didn't stop me from having a ham and cheese wrap, some chips, a Starbucks frappacino and a few peanut M&Ms.  I also took advantage of the restroom, and put on all my cold weather gear: tights, arm warmers, and fuzzy gloves, as it was nearly 8 PM and it had been getting colder and would be dark soon.  Little did I know how under-prepared I was.

I got over the hills on the way out and finally, FINALLY hit the 7 mile descent to Highway 20.  The moon was rising over the hills to the east, Venus was shining in the western sky, and I could NOT get a decent picture.  Sorry, it was really sublime.

The route flattened out a bit going through farmlands to get to the Haggen's market in Mount Vernon. Mt. Vernon itself is not farmland, and after a pleasurable ride, we started getting into more hills again.  I had to be at Haggens by 1:48 AM, and arrived about 11:15.  As I was getting organized, two riders, Fatima and Dick showed up.  We decided to ride together, and time was spent using the bathroom ("Could you please unlock the bathrooms?", buying food, getting cards signed and then I proposed a 20 minute "Power nap".  Research has shown the best nap times are either 20 or 90 minutes.  Everyone else agreed, so we gathered in the now-deserted Cafe in the store and laid down on the floor by the fireplace for a 20 min nap.  And that worked pretty well, too.

After that, a few more housekeeping tasks, another bathroom visit, and we rolled out of the Haggens and on our way to the flat Centennial trail, 15 miles away.  These 15 miles had some hills but we finally got some rollers as we went past Big Lake and Lake McMurray.  The fact is, roads adjacent to lakes are hardly ever flat and most alway "rolling".  They can't go too high because this is the road people who live at lake-level use, but they have to adapt to the terrain, too.

It was getting colder as we rode, and when we hit the Centennial trail, it was really chilly - around 40 degrees, and then we had the wind chill of riding, too.  What I wish I had had was my fleece vest and ear warmers, and even my balaclava (read: ski mask commonly used by people robbing banks).  My face was freezing.  My Garmin later reported it had gotten down to 35 degrees, and that's without the wind chill.

Halfway down the trail we stopped at a 7-11 for some coffee, tea and hot-water.  My stomach was not a happy camper.  I had been drinking my Perpetuem long-distance drink mix, but somehow I was feeling like I was going to toss my cookies if I ate anything else.  I had heard of this phenomenon on long rides and this was the first time it had happened to me - just can't eat or keep anything down.  It can be a ride ender, depending on when it hits.  I think the Perpetuem was keeping me going but I wondered if I'd have any other symptoms,  Every time I drank some (or even water) I'd get a burp, my stomach would shrink.   I chewed up a Tums as we left.  We were about half way down the trail to Snohomish.

Now the ride was getting really hard for me.  I was very cold, and started desiring to take a break but there was no way that was happening. If I broke off from my co-riders, I took a big risk of not finishing, and that wasn't acceptable.  I'd have to do ANOTHER 400k to get to Paris, and I couldn't imagine that.  Plus here is where "A never say die" attitude comes into play.  So I kept going.

We were going through one set of bollards after another, and at one point, a couple of times I "hallucinated" them into something else and at the last second realized what they were.  I needed a break  We saw a trailside restroom but the doors were locked.  We were not far from Snohomish, so we powered ahead, hoping to find a coffee shop to sit down in.

Sadly, nothing in Snohomish is open at 5:45 AM on a Sunday!  No restaurants, bakeries or coffee shops.  We round block after block (including one 8% climb) and finally find what is open: 7-11! I say "OK, I want a 10 minute nap and then we gotta get going."  And my ride buddies agreed, so that's what we did, rolling out of there just after 6 AM.  It's still nearly 20 miles to the end, we have just under 3 hours and there are lots of hills between here and there.  Refer back to the route profile above, or see this expanded view:

Yeah, hills after hills including a three stage climb with a dip that went right into another two stage climb.   I was feeling more normal by this point and we just kept plugging away, hill after hill.  We could smell the barn and there was no stopping us.

We rolled into the garage at the end point right at 8:00 AM, a full hour to spare!  I declined to eat, and needed to get home, so I turned in my card and rode down - DOWN!! to the van, loaded up and got going.

And when I got home, my stomach finally decided to get rid of what ever was bothering it.  And a few "sessions" later, I got rid of some small amounts of sweet-ish fluid -- all I could think of was the tums!  And then I felt better, more normal.

I showered, and then climbed into bed, still freezing and shivering, a full hour after getting off the bike.  I didn't take my temperature, but I suspect some degree of hypothermia.

But hey, it's all about persevering and solving problems, right?  And I did manage to finish, thanks to the support and help of the people of SIR and the various people I rode with along the way.  The three of us finished in 26 hrs, and were in fact "lantern rouge" or the last ones to finish.  I had finished the 300k a month before with 3 hrs to spare, so in my planning for this ride, I thought 22 hrs was a great time, 23 hrs a good time, 24 hrs an OK time, 25 hrs an acceptable time, 26 hrs was unthinkable.  (27 hrs was the max time allowed).  Actually finishing in 26 hrs was fine with me, especially after all we had dealt with through the night.  And reviewing the results a week later showed that although we were the last that finished, there were 7 riders "DNF" (did not finish) for any variety of reasons: health, fitness, mechanical, weather.  Compared to that, finishing in 26 hrs is wonderful!

Next ride: Tahuya Hills, in 4 weeks - 600km with an overnight in Elma.  Over 15,000 feet of climbing, compared with 10,000 feet on this ride, so about the same level of torture.  I have 4 weeks to train for it.  And train I must, if I expect to get any sleep at all on the P-B-P.

Oh, wait: What about the Maintenance part?  Well, my bike has fenders and the front fenders have a "quick release" mechanism so that anything that gets sucked up by the wheel will knock the fender supports out of their holders, so the front tire won't lock up.  They are bent wire that fits into a little plastic support - snap in, in fact, and they have been rattling a lot, especially on chip-seal roads.  Well, I had had enough of this, so I pulled off, found an empty aluminum Dr. Pepper can (that didn't take long, there are cans everywhere) and cut two small strips to fit around the supports to fill the gaps.  Shoved them back in and presto!  No more rattles.  I probably should have thought a little more about using my valuable brevet time this way, but it was very satisfying to get that rattle fixed, and it took less than 10 minutes.  Aluminum can shims rock!

P-9 100k ride: The ride that almost didn't happen

The P-12 ride (actually 9th in a row) that was scheduled for yesterday almost didn't happen.  I had scheduled it last week to ride the flat easy route 757 that I've done a few times to ride after work on Monday, but on Sunday afternoon, something went out in my back and I had low-back spasms and significant pain and mobility impact.  I had to sit in my lounger with an ice pack the whole afternoon and some part of the evening, and riding the next day was seriously in doubt.  I was able to sleep in the bed overnight as it had improved somewhat, and then sat in the chair again in the AM with the ice, and it was getting better and better until by noon, I felt nearly normal and was able to work at my stand-up desk with virtually no pain at all.  I tried a few "strengthen the back" exercises and was able to do them with little or no discomfort, and since the weather was just fantastic (70's, sun, and light wind) with rain forecasted the rest of the week, I REALLY wanted to get out and ride.

So I did.  Packed the bike into the van at 4:00 and headed over to the start at Peet's in Redmond in the van.  Got 1/4 mile from home and realized I had forgotten my shoes!  Glad to have not gone too far, I turned back and got them.  By the time I left the start line, I was about 15 minutes past the 4:30 "official start" but that was fine.  I bought a cookie at Peets for $1.79 (plus tax) and threw the 8 cents change into the tip jar.

I noticed my legs and butt were complaining for the first 20 minutes of the ride, which was a little disconcerting since I had just ridden to work and back last Friday.  However, they sorted themselves out and soon I was feeling just fine.

It's time to get serious about training for PBP now, so had I put on the heart rate monitor strap.  I've heard, and I think I agree, that what's important about long distance riding is maintaining an even effort, and aside from expensive power monitoring equipment, a heart rate monitor is the best way to measure effort.  

I started easy, HR in the 130's and 140's and by the time I was in Issaquah (15 km away) I was feeling good and got my Heart Rate (HR) up to about 150, and that's where it would stay the rest of the ride, give or take.  I got an apple juice for my receipt at McDonalds for $1.00 - 80 calories and some hydration.

There was not much traffic or congestion on any of the Multi-use trails, surprisingly since the weather was so perfect. Must have been the late hour, it was now 5:30 PM-ish. 

About 3 miles south of Woodinville, I was passed by a rider who had a really even pace, and let him pace me.  We were making great time, pushing along at 28 kph (a little over 17 mph) and just zipping along - and as we rounded the curve at Wilmot Gateway park I realized almost too late that I had a control at the AM/PM market!  With regrets I had to split off and head over to the market to get a receipt.  I got a single chocolate chip cookie for 49 cents, and ate it outside before continuing.

Wilmot Gateway Park:

From here, it's 22 km to the next control, the QFC at U-Village, all on multi-use trails.  just before Kenmore,  I was still feeling frisky and just powered down the trail at the same pace, reaching the QFC around 7:30 PM, 2/3 of the way through the ride now.  I bought a banana for 23 cents for my receipt.

Now it was starting to get a little cool in the shade but still comfortable.  There's a short climb on the trail out of the QFC and then a couple miles of gentle downhill grade, so I was able to keep up a 28 kph pace even this late in the ride.

Stopped at Wilmot Gateway park to put on my nylon vest against the cold and get a few sips of water before the final push to the finish.   Now it wasn't just dusk, it was getting dark. My headlight was doing its best to light the way, and it does OK as long at there aren't any other lights in the area, but it's poor at showing texture and obstacles in the road.  I believe I'll have to get some more lighting for the 400k coming up in just under 2 weeks.

One great thing about night rides is seeing the moon and stars.  Last night was no exception; the thin crescent moon was hanging in the deep blue western sky, and Venus was sitting right above it, shining brightly.  Here's someone else's picture of what it looked like as I rode south on the Sammamish River parkway:

I rolled into the Whole Foods at the finish just before 9:15 PM, and bought 4 grapes for 10 cents for my final receipt.  I had managed to approximately halve each purchase 4 times ($2.00, $1.00, 50 cents, 25 cents, 10 cents).  Yeah, it's kinda dumb but once I got going I felt the urge to finish.  

All in all, a great ride with great weather, best rolling speed ever (avg moving speed 25 kph) and I'm feeling really good about my progress.  And it's just April, still 4 more training months to the big event in August

Second Chance 300k: Almost perfect

It's 4 weeks after the 200k and it's time to get serious about this Randoneurring thing.  Our club is putting on two series of qualifing rides for the P-B-P, so that's two rides of 200k, 300k, 400k and 600k.  I missed out on the first 300k due to schedule conflicts so this week's "Second chance 300k" was really my first and last chance to get a 300k close to home.  Do or die, or at least "do or drive a long way to get a 300k".

The ride runs from Bremerton, on the west side of Puget Sound, to Bainbridge Island.  A ferry ride to the start, from Seattle, and then another ferry ride back to Seattle after the end of the ride.  First ferry to Bremerton is 6:00 AM, and about 20 hearty souls assembled at the ferry dock in the dark:

We boarded just prior to 6:00 AM, and then headed west.  There was a nice view of Seattle in the growing dawn:

Once across, we stopped briefly at the Starbucks and then at 7:15 sharp, headed out of town.   It wasn't long before the group split up, because there are some nasty hills during the first few miles of the ride.  The faster riders built up a lead that would stretch to hours by the end of the day.  I was not in the "faster" group.

In situations like this, it's not uncommon for riders of a similar pace to "find each other" and that's what Jeff Tilden and I did.  Although we split up for various stops now and then, we wound up riding many kilometers together.  It made for a fun ride and the distance really melts away when you have someone to talk to.

To put all this in perspective:  Last year I did a 300k in 18 hours.  With the 7:15 start, I would have to finish by 1:15 AM to match that time.  And that was critical because the last ferry back to Seattle was at 1:25 AM.  Of course I could finish sooner - there was a midnight ferry, too, and that would require finishing by 11:45 PM, 16 1/2 hours.  I was going to target 16 hours.  I divided the distance by a rolling average 19 kilometers per hour (11.8 mph) which includes all stops, and figured out mid-point target times for stops and checkpoints.  If I could maintain that speed and make the checkpoints I could make the midnight ferry.

So, we're riding along, sometimes I'm alone, and keeping and eye on the clock.  And everything's going great.   I get to the Brady store about 1/3 of the way, and run into an old friend Gin Parsons from our Aberdeen fix-up days over 10 years ago.  What fun to run into someone like that!  We got caught up and then I and Jeff headed out again.

The ride north from Brady was great.  It sprinkled on us briefly, but we had a tailwind and were heading along at a good clip on a straight road with little traffic and despite a gentle (imperceptible) grade uphill, we were moving along at 25-26 kph which was keeping up our average pace to nearly 20 kph.

At 183k, we hit Hoodsport where I said I needed some water.  Jeff said he needed a hamburger.  That sounded OK to me, and we had some time "in the bank" so I agreed and we stopped for a burger at a roadside eatery.

In retrospect, I'm not sure that was a wise choice for me, because when we left, Jeff took off like a shot and I felt sluggish.  Different foods affect people quite differently on these rides.  I wasn't in the mood for a burger like Jeff was, and probably would have been better off skipping it at that time.

At any rate, he gained some distance on me after I finally decided not to try to keep up with him and then he pulled over for a 'comfort stop'. I rode on, and he caught up with me in a bit.  We rode up and down the rollers along the water until we hit the "big hill" of the ride, Walker Pass.  The pass is 5 km up to the summit, starting at a steepish 8% and then calming down to 4%.  Then 5 km down the other side and you're done.  One little hill and we are in Quilcene, at 243km.  On pace, with just 60km to go.  It's 8:00 PM and will be dark very soon.  I had been hearing about "Walker Pass" and although I had seen the ride profile, hadn't considered what would come after it.

And here's where it started going worse.  Jeff, who had been keeping up with me on hills, all of a sudden was far ahead, and I couldn't catch him.  Further, it turned out that the last 60km of the ride is nothing BUT hills.  No more flats, no more tailwinds, just one grade after the other, and it's dark, and I'm getting slower.

If you do the math on hills vs. flats, given the same effort, you go about 20% slower on hills, so my "19 kph" pace to the finish should have been adjusted accordingly ahead of time.  One more lesson learned.

And that wasn't all that was going wrong. While heading down a grade to the Hood Canal Bridge, going about 18 mph, in the dark, I ran over something that sounded like metal strapping, and my rear tire flatted.  It turned out to be a beer bottle front held together with the label.

Just then Bill Gobie from the club who had been running the control at Quilcene drove his van by, saw me, and pulled over.  He helped me by holding the bike, shining a flashlight where I needed it, helping me figure how to use Park tire boot patch, and providing support.   We got the tube changed and the tire fixed up - it had a sidewall cut but was still rideable - and I headed out, now convinced that the midnight ferry wasn't going to happen.

Once over the Hood Canal Bridge, I was now on the Kitsap Peninsula, and the hills did not let up.  In fact, Port Gamble Road just kept dishing them out mile after mile, some very steep.  I was looking forward to getting on the real highway on Bainbridge, at least those roads are engineered not to be over 6% grade, vs. back roads that simply pave whatever hills exist, regardless of how steep they are.

And after not too long, I was over the last bridge and onto Bainbridge. Just then a lot of cars were coming down the road at me, and I realized it was all the cars that just got off the midnight ferry that I had been shooting for.  Oh well, I was nearly at the end, and the 1:25 would still get me home.

I rolled into the finish control at 12:18 AM, 17:03 for the day, the penultimate rider.  I greeted the ride organizer Theo, and dug into the pizza and beverages they had available.   I now had about an hour to relax, and we talked bikes, tires, and rides until I left around 1:10 to head to the ferry.

So the ride was a success!  I have my 300k in the books and although I didn't make my stretch goal of the midnight ferry, I did make the important goal of finishing at all.  And in fact 300k rides are budgeted at 20 hours, so I really finished with nearly 3 hours "in the bank" which, if I can keep up the pace, will be essential this summer on the P-B-P -- that's the only time you get to sleep is what you can build up between the controls.

Stay tuned, 400k coming in 4 weeks.

Spring 200k - Lots of lessons learned

The SIR (Seattle International Randonneurs) first 200k brevet was held today, March 14, 2015.  This is the first of 4 qualifying rides for the PBP.  Each rider wanting to ride the PBP must complete a 200k, 300k, 400k and a 600k during the year. This is know as a Super Randonneur series, and merits its own award.

I met my friends Zach Carter and Jennifer Hodgdon at Patty's Eggnest on Northgate for breakfast.  Fortunately they opened a bit early for us and we had great food.  They came over from Spokane,and Zach was going to be riding with me today  Sadly we left the restaurant a bit late, and arrived at the start line with less time than we needed to get checked in and ready to ride so we missed the mass start: (picture credit: Keith Moore)

We got rolling at 7:15, instead of 7:00 and that was one of the delays that would haunt us.

The ride heads uphill and north from the Greenlake Park-N-Ride and then swings down Perkins lane past a bubbling rushing stream, intersecting the Burke Gilman trail.  From there it goes east to Bothell, then north to Snohomish.  There used to be a control (time recording stop) in the bakery there but not this year.  I surmise it might have been a conflict with the "Chocolate walk" that was going on the same day.

We found our way up hill and down hill to Granite Falls, 77km into the 200km ride where we made the  control with about 15 minutes to spare.  Then it was more hills and flats to get to Carnation at 147km and a welcome stop at Sandy's Espresso.  We made that one with 30 minutes to spare, spent 15 minutes there, and then headed out with just 15 minutes "in the bank".  It was just a few blocks when I (Geoff) hit a pothole and got a pinch flat, requiring a tube change and there went our 15 minutes.

From Carnation the ride gets a LOT hillier, including the Issaquah-Fall City road which goes up gently, then steeper, then really kicks in with three lifts separated by short resting flats, only to plunge down to a dip and then you climb back UP again - the first 'summit' is a false summit.  Dang!  But rejoice, now you're on "The Plateau".  Except this plateau is not flat but full of hills!  Three big rollers and climbs brings you to the Highlands shopping center.  We checked our time and now we have just barely enough time to finish.

I had been feeling stronger than Zach, and while I'm riding to qualify for PBP, he is riding to just ride, hang out with me, and provide moral support.

Oh, I forgot to tell you one thing: I had locked my keys in the van at the Park-N-Ride. I knew this when we took off.  I had a spare key at the house which would be just a few minutes off the router later in the day, so when we got to Snohomish, I called Fran and had her put the spare key out so I could grab it any time I could swing by.

And also when we fixed the flat in Carnation my pump would not seal properly due to hardened rubber in the head, and I could only pump up about 30 lbs of air where it should have been 100.  The tire was rideable but soft and out of round so I couldn't go down hills as fast as I would like.

And finally, it was going to be dark soon and my GPS unit needed auxilliary power to turn the backlight on. I had left that at home.

So I had LOTS of reasons to go home, even though it would cost me a precious 15 minutes.

Back to the ride: We are in Issaquah, there is 40km to go, and about 2 1/2 hours to do it.  Minus 15 minutes gives me 2 1/4 hours to do 40 km, which is do-able but tight.  There are still hills a plenty between Issaquah and the ride end.  Zach and I had posted a 17 kph average time, so that's not fast enough to finish.  We had a discussion and agreed that I would go ahead, stop at home to get my van key, batteries, and more air for the tire and try to finish, and Zach would follow at his pace and see if he could finish.

The plan worked for a while. We split up, I rode ahead up the long grade of Newport way, and then went home got the stuff and then back to the route, across the I-90 trail to Mercer Island and then the rest of the I-90 bridge to Seattle, up a steep hill and then north on Lake Washington Blvd.

Here I met another rider who was a bit confused on where to go. I was following my Garmin and said "this way" but then the Garmin led us astray down a big hill.  At the bottom I realized the error and said "gotta go back up" and I did - (turns out I didn't even need to do that!).  I find the route again and  then lose it -- I'm just 5km from the finish but might as well be 100km away - I'm lost and nearly out of time.  I call in and tell the I'm not going to make it and they say 'well if you can find Lake Washington blvd, just get on it and head over here, we still have chili and beer and we'll be here a while."  So I program my phone to take me to my car, and shortly thereafter, the route overlaps the ride route and the Garmin wakes up and leads me to the finish - just a half hour late for the official end time.    But there WAS chili, beer, and friendly faces all around.

Here's a shot of the finish line a bit earlier in the evening (photo credit: Mark Roberts)

My buddy Zach rolled in about 5 minutes later and we sat around for a bit eating chili.  Jennifer had come to the Park N Ride with the car, drove to the finish, loaded us all up with Zach's bike and then dropped me back at the Park N Ride where I retrieved my van, went back and retrieved my bike and then drove home, stopping at the QFC to get some Breyer's vanilla ice cream to top off the evening repast.

Lessons learned:
1. Have a checklist for everything you need and use it before driving away.  Don't leave critical things behind.
2. Double check GPS routes before using them.
3. Do a "virtual ride" on Google Maps street view to familiarize yourself with a route.
4. Get gas for the car the day BEFORE the ride.
5. Make a hard timeline that will get you to the start line 30 minutes beforehand. If there is anything to be done to get ride-ready at that time, add that time to the 30 minutes.
6. Have and use a checklist of things to have in hand before locking the car doors!
7. Day before: check all equipment for functionality. Have a backup for critical things, for example CO2 AND a pump.  Three spare tubes.
8.  Mind the time on the ride and leave a cushion for getting tired or encountering tough conditions near the end.  Don't assume you can maintain early pace late in the ride.

That's it!  300k coming up soon!

The hardest 100k yet (P-6)

I had no idea when I chose the route for today how hard it was going to be.  Yeah sure, I knew there were going to be a few hills, and at least one big climb, but I'd been through that area a few years ago and didn't recall it being all that horrible.  Guess I had a short memory.

Pete and I met up at the Factoria QFC just in time to get some receipts and head out just after our published start time of 7:00 AM.   T-Mobile had their building all lit up for the Seahawks playoff game:

We rode on the I-90 trail and headed over Mercer Island, then over the I-90 bridge to Seattle. From there we rode south to Renton on the west side of Lake Washington Blvd S.  Along the way, my rear tire was starting to feel flat so I pulled over and it WAS nearly flat, so Pete helped me change the tube and we were back on the road in about 20 minutes.

When we got the first control in Renton at the Fred Meyer, we realized we were within 5 minutes of nearly missing the cutoff.  Lesson here: Don't have flats early on a 100k, it'll kill you!

Ok, from Renton we made our way, still on pretty flat terrain to and through Tukwila and then over to West Seattle/Alki where we had - or would have had - good views of downtown, had it not been so foggy/misty.

Along the way, going through the industrial part of Georgetown, we passed a whole bunch of guys parking everywhere and going to work - or something.  I noticed the sign on the fence: Lincoln Towing.  I guessed that they were preparing for a busy day of towing away cars illegally parked in lots around the stadium.

Anyway, back to the ride.  Everything was going smooth up to the lighthouse on Alki, where we had an info control, and shortly after that the pain began.  I knew there was a big hill but what I didn't expect was all the OTHER hills and how steep they were.  West Seattle, White Center and Burien are on a very bumpy plateau, like a washboard in two directions.  Hardly any roads go flat for very long, they're all up, down, and up again.  Two ups for every down is how it feels.  And these hills aren't gentile, they're killer 8% 10% and 12% grades, the kind that make you just slug it out.

OK,  Here's the route profile on the hilly part, if you don't believe me. It's kind of exaggerated here, but the grade percents are accurate:

See that big red part in the middle there?  25km of ups and downs.  My legs were screaming, and pretty soon the cramps started, one here, one there, they'd come and stay a while, then go.  I've found that stopping makes no difference, so might as well just bear the pain and keep going.  Slowing pedaling and pedaling a bit softer usually makes then go away in a few minutes.

And what of Pete?  He just flies up every hill.  On the biggest one, I lost sight of him.  Here's my view of Pete on every hill.  Find the red arrow if you can't see him:  (click on the picture to enlarge it)

Pete was gracious to wait for me time and again at the top of each hill , We'd regroup on the downhill and when the next up started, he'd be gone.

I had to walk a couple of steep sections just to catch my breath, but when the grade got flatter, remounted and kept slugging away.  Every hill tops out sooner or later, it's just will you get there before you run out of gas?

We got to Burien, with about 15 minutes to spare, so although we were gaining on the clock in spite of the hills, it wasn't all that comforting.  There were still a few hills left to conquer and Pete kept up with me more as we got to the end of the hilly part and dropped down to the Green River trail.  Now it was mostly flat grade to get home - 16 miles and 1:40 to do it in.  Yeah, that should be do-able.  We wound our way through downtown Renton, the way we had come, and then up the east side of the lake on the other Lake Washington Boulevard SE.  As we got closer to home, I was watching the miles to go and although we were making progress, our cushion of time kept shrinking.

By the time we got across the street from the QFC in Factoria, we had just 14 minutes to get through the light, park the bikes, get in and buy something - anything - to get a receipt.   When we made it to the parking lot, Pete went to his car, and I rode to the store, bought a small thing of Yogurt and then a candy bar to get each of us a receipt.  They were marked with just 8 minutes to spare!

Well, with Rando riding, it's all about finishing in time, no matter how close you cut it, and we made it.  Yay!  But I was so tired.

I live a half-mile from there, so I just rode home (arriving an hour later than I had told my wife!) and was ready to collapse.  I took a shower, and every part of me was hurting.  I would have loved a nap right then but oh no, we have people coming over in a few hours for the game, and there's things to do.  It took a glass of chocolate milk to get me feeling even remotely like I could do anything, and then a latte and most of a chocolate croissant at Starbucks (had to go the store!) to really feel human, and calm all the aching sore muscles.

Lesson(s) learned:  I was better at holding "my" pace this time vs. killing myself to keep up with Pete who is a much faster rider than me.  Lessons still to learn:  I need to figure out how to get these cramps to stop, or get them under control, and I probably should start some intensity training to be able to get up these hills a little faster.

Today had me doubting the wisdom of attempting the PBP or any Rando riding. If I can barely do 100k, what about 1200k?   Yeah, I know that blessed Randonesia will set in soon and it'll all be a wonderful memory.  Or will it?   Stay tuned for the next chapter.