JOSEPHWEISSERT
Zen MBB Master
I just finished the Holland Hundred in Holland, Michigan. I'm still using my heavy tires and tubes (28 mm Conti GatorSkins and thick tubes on bullet-proof Ksyrium wheels). They have terrible rolling resistance and are heavy. I was thinking about putting on the new tires and tubes, but decided to wait until after this ride (because I thought it would be easy!).
I did about 104 miles with a 19.7 mph average. 149 bpm average HR. 3, 788 calories according to my cyclocomputer. No video of this one. I'm so exhausted. I thought it was going to be all flat, but there was a significant amount of climbing involved. I also thought it would just be another easy 100 miles. Wrong! It was about 88 degrees out there. I spent a lot of the time being chased. So I was working hard for most of the ride. At one point, there was a big group chasing me for miles and miles. They finally caught me - but it took them quite a while. There were about a dozen riders, many with matching team jerseys. So I drafted off them for a while. Then I got bored and blew by them at close to 40 mph on a slight downhill. Then they chased and chased and chased some more. There were two really strong riders in the group who used to be on my racing team. Those two used to be much stronger than I was - years ago, that is. They're still really strong now, but so am I. They put the hammer down in the group and finally (after working their butts off) caught me. I'm such a wuss - a group of 12 strong DF riders kicked my butt after probably 10 miles. Just goes to show you that the number of average "A" DF riders equivalent to one strong Vendetta is somewhere between 4 and 12.
And then on the last 20 miles or so there was some red jersey chasing me. He chased and chased and chased all by himself. I dropped him a little on a long climb. Then I pulled away more on the downhill. I had to be really quick at the intersections because one traffic stop would give him enough of an edge to make a significant leap. After a long while, I slowed just a bit and he started to sprint up to me. So I pushed it up to 31 mph. He was able to sprint up to me, but then dropped off - he couldn't maintain 31 mph very long. Then he chased and chased and joined some other riders and chased some more. But never was he able to catch me again or pass me. I have to give him credit - there aren't many DF riders who could put out an effort like that.
So I spent most of the ride chasing or being chased right from the beginning. That was one hard century. It was great training though. After drinking liquids on the way home, I'm still 6 pounds dehydrated. Time to recover. I'm exhausted, but I'm really happy. You fellow Vendetta riders know what I mean.
I did about 104 miles with a 19.7 mph average. 149 bpm average HR. 3, 788 calories according to my cyclocomputer. No video of this one. I'm so exhausted. I thought it was going to be all flat, but there was a significant amount of climbing involved. I also thought it would just be another easy 100 miles. Wrong! It was about 88 degrees out there. I spent a lot of the time being chased. So I was working hard for most of the ride. At one point, there was a big group chasing me for miles and miles. They finally caught me - but it took them quite a while. There were about a dozen riders, many with matching team jerseys. So I drafted off them for a while. Then I got bored and blew by them at close to 40 mph on a slight downhill. Then they chased and chased and chased some more. There were two really strong riders in the group who used to be on my racing team. Those two used to be much stronger than I was - years ago, that is. They're still really strong now, but so am I. They put the hammer down in the group and finally (after working their butts off) caught me. I'm such a wuss - a group of 12 strong DF riders kicked my butt after probably 10 miles. Just goes to show you that the number of average "A" DF riders equivalent to one strong Vendetta is somewhere between 4 and 12.
And then on the last 20 miles or so there was some red jersey chasing me. He chased and chased and chased all by himself. I dropped him a little on a long climb. Then I pulled away more on the downhill. I had to be really quick at the intersections because one traffic stop would give him enough of an edge to make a significant leap. After a long while, I slowed just a bit and he started to sprint up to me. So I pushed it up to 31 mph. He was able to sprint up to me, but then dropped off - he couldn't maintain 31 mph very long. Then he chased and chased and joined some other riders and chased some more. But never was he able to catch me again or pass me. I have to give him credit - there aren't many DF riders who could put out an effort like that.
So I spent most of the ride chasing or being chased right from the beginning. That was one hard century. It was great training though. After drinking liquids on the way home, I'm still 6 pounds dehydrated. Time to recover. I'm exhausted, but I'm really happy. You fellow Vendetta riders know what I mean.
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