Derek
Active Member
I am new to the idea of ride reports. I usually just ride my bike and don't feel like it's special enough of an event to justify a lengthy write-up, but this Memorial Day weekend marked the end of a series of rides which were a considerable undertaking. I'll get to all that in a moment, but first, let me start at the beginning.
It was the year 2000, and I had just received a letter from the Uruguayan embassy. They were writing to inform me that they wanted me to represent their country in the Sydney Olympics. I was born and raised in rural Western Pennsylvania, but because my mom was a Uruguayan native, I had dual-citizenship until I was 18 (and I was 17 at the time). I thought it was neat, but I quickly dismissed the idea because it was my last summer with my friends before we went our separate ways for college. I declined the offer, and doing so has been one of my biggest regrets in life. 'Get last place if you have to, but be a part of the opening ceremonies and the entire Olympic experience you idiot!'
20 years pass. Fitness wanes. Weight gains. Dabble in running. Cycling. Bad fit. Debilitating knee pain. Try swimming again. Can't revive an old flame. Then finally I find an old used Burley Hepcat recumbent in 2016. Storage Wars type sale where the guy doesn't know what he's selling. $150, what a steal, and I just fell in love with the ride. [13-15mph avg]
Eventually needed more speed. Bought a used Challenge Fujin II low racer. Super light, pretty fast [16-17mph avg], but built custom for a guy who was 6'6". I'm 5'8". Not good.
Sold the Fujin. Bought a used Bacchetta Carbon Basso. Niiiice bike. Almost as light as the Fujin, but faster [18-19 avg]. Basso = small front wheel = not terribly aero. Faster bikes out there. I want more speed.
Sold the Bacchetta. Bought a floor model Cruzbike v20 from Jonathan Garcia at Rose City Recumbents. Goddamn. Screaming fast. Everything I was looking for and more. [20-21mph avg] Distances grow. Power increases. No power meters and fancy electronics, just my perceived exertion, foot speed, and post-ride averages to go by, but fitness was definitely improving.
I signed up for a USA Randonneurs (rusa.org) membership because I liked the idea of self-supported non-looped long-distance rides. I never got to go on one.
2 years ago, on Juneteenth, disaster struck. I set out on an 80 mile ride and didn't make it home for 5 days. I was ripping down the road at 21mph listening to "Good Vibrations" by Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch (don't judge me. FEEL IT. FEEL IT.), and I went down on a wet metal grated bridge (wasn't even raining - just early morning dew condensation on cold metal). Foot still clipped in, hit a vertical metal surface with the tread on the bottom of my shoe. Leg snapped sideways and the bike flipped over my head. As bad a fracture as you can imagine. Bone out of skin, ankle in 5 pieces, hand compression to stop the bleeding, crab walking to the side of the road. Hopefully help will come quickly. Ambulance ride to a satellite facility. The doctor is angry at the driver for taking me there. "He needs trauma". Get some feel-good drugs. Ambulance ride to Atlantic City Trauma unit. Bones put back inside my skin. Have to wait for the ankle specialist. He's on vacation. Will be back Wednesday. It was Saturday.
Long-story short, after a couple more surgeries and 6-months of intensive rehabilitation, I got back on the bike with some permanent titanium reminders of my oopsie. Bad news: each morning sucks for 5 minutes. Good news: I know when it's going to rain that day.
The first day back on the bike was the scariest. It was very traumatic, and I had PTSD. 22 mile up and back to Atsion Lake - my usual training route. No fireworks today. Just nice and easy. Get your head back in the game. Then about 13 miles in: POP! <ground quickly approaching at 45º angle> THUD! Apparently I hit some broken glass and had a massive front tire blowout. Spooked, yes, but I had now experienced what a NORMAL bike crash feels like and it was nothing remotely recognizable in comparison to what I endured on that bridge 6 months prior.
<timewarp>distance increases, speed increases, power meter and all the electronic gadgetry now confirm: I am improving. 2nd dedicated v20 now on the smart trainer. Joined a virtual racing league (heyyo LowDrag!), cat up to C (heyyo Vendettas!), wake up every morning before work for a month to climb the virtual Alp Du Huez, eventually climb 50k meters in ~60 days, and I'm ready to hit the road for my first Randonée.</timewarp>
This is the year of PBP (Paris-Brest-Paris), a global reunion of endurance cyclists the world over. Like the Olympics, it only comes around once every 4 years. Like the Olympics, you need to qualify. Unlike the Olympics, it's not a race (officially). People still like to go fast, but it’s a race against the clock (and themselves) vs each other. To me, this has the makings of a redemption song. Redemption from 2000. A comeback story from 2021. And so, I set out on the series of 4 qualifying rides - committing to complete the first two and play the remaining two by ear. After all, since the bridge, my personal mantra has always been "COMING HOME SAFELY COMES FIRST".
Well, I completed the Batsto 200k in the requisite time, posting the second fastest time of a group of 30 riders, behind a velomobile rider who has come to be a bit of a mentor over the past few months. Nothing too remarkable about that ride except driving rain in 45 degree weather and 25 mph wind gusts w a 80mm front and rear disc wheel.
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Here are my rough notes for folks who like more detail:
- Beforehand I ate a pb banana blueberry sandwich + coffee
- Fuel During Ride:
- 3 Macaroons
- 5 Dates - started them at around mile 80 took one every 5 miles or so till I felt sufficiently energized (maybe mile 105?)
- 2 large slices of pizza
- 33oz 30 water + 320/caf mix
- 8oz water + Liquid IV
- .9L of regular water
- Total liquid consumed: approx: 2.3L
- Fell on way to start. Wasn’t paying attention to road surface, doh! Ripped AmFib pants!
- Check wind conditions in advance next time
- Feet got freezing cold despite neoprene sock and shoe covers
- Toes fully numb but left much worse than right (because of poor circulation due to prior injury)
- Sideways wind gusts (28mph) dangerous and would move me. Need to ride further in center of road when conditions are like that.
- Left shoulder began to hurt about 100 miles in
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It was the year 2000, and I had just received a letter from the Uruguayan embassy. They were writing to inform me that they wanted me to represent their country in the Sydney Olympics. I was born and raised in rural Western Pennsylvania, but because my mom was a Uruguayan native, I had dual-citizenship until I was 18 (and I was 17 at the time). I thought it was neat, but I quickly dismissed the idea because it was my last summer with my friends before we went our separate ways for college. I declined the offer, and doing so has been one of my biggest regrets in life. 'Get last place if you have to, but be a part of the opening ceremonies and the entire Olympic experience you idiot!'
20 years pass. Fitness wanes. Weight gains. Dabble in running. Cycling. Bad fit. Debilitating knee pain. Try swimming again. Can't revive an old flame. Then finally I find an old used Burley Hepcat recumbent in 2016. Storage Wars type sale where the guy doesn't know what he's selling. $150, what a steal, and I just fell in love with the ride. [13-15mph avg]
Eventually needed more speed. Bought a used Challenge Fujin II low racer. Super light, pretty fast [16-17mph avg], but built custom for a guy who was 6'6". I'm 5'8". Not good.
Sold the Fujin. Bought a used Bacchetta Carbon Basso. Niiiice bike. Almost as light as the Fujin, but faster [18-19 avg]. Basso = small front wheel = not terribly aero. Faster bikes out there. I want more speed.
Sold the Bacchetta. Bought a floor model Cruzbike v20 from Jonathan Garcia at Rose City Recumbents. Goddamn. Screaming fast. Everything I was looking for and more. [20-21mph avg] Distances grow. Power increases. No power meters and fancy electronics, just my perceived exertion, foot speed, and post-ride averages to go by, but fitness was definitely improving.
I signed up for a USA Randonneurs (rusa.org) membership because I liked the idea of self-supported non-looped long-distance rides. I never got to go on one.
2 years ago, on Juneteenth, disaster struck. I set out on an 80 mile ride and didn't make it home for 5 days. I was ripping down the road at 21mph listening to "Good Vibrations" by Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch (don't judge me. FEEL IT. FEEL IT.), and I went down on a wet metal grated bridge (wasn't even raining - just early morning dew condensation on cold metal). Foot still clipped in, hit a vertical metal surface with the tread on the bottom of my shoe. Leg snapped sideways and the bike flipped over my head. As bad a fracture as you can imagine. Bone out of skin, ankle in 5 pieces, hand compression to stop the bleeding, crab walking to the side of the road. Hopefully help will come quickly. Ambulance ride to a satellite facility. The doctor is angry at the driver for taking me there. "He needs trauma". Get some feel-good drugs. Ambulance ride to Atlantic City Trauma unit. Bones put back inside my skin. Have to wait for the ankle specialist. He's on vacation. Will be back Wednesday. It was Saturday.
Long-story short, after a couple more surgeries and 6-months of intensive rehabilitation, I got back on the bike with some permanent titanium reminders of my oopsie. Bad news: each morning sucks for 5 minutes. Good news: I know when it's going to rain that day.
The first day back on the bike was the scariest. It was very traumatic, and I had PTSD. 22 mile up and back to Atsion Lake - my usual training route. No fireworks today. Just nice and easy. Get your head back in the game. Then about 13 miles in: POP! <ground quickly approaching at 45º angle> THUD! Apparently I hit some broken glass and had a massive front tire blowout. Spooked, yes, but I had now experienced what a NORMAL bike crash feels like and it was nothing remotely recognizable in comparison to what I endured on that bridge 6 months prior.
<timewarp>distance increases, speed increases, power meter and all the electronic gadgetry now confirm: I am improving. 2nd dedicated v20 now on the smart trainer. Joined a virtual racing league (heyyo LowDrag!), cat up to C (heyyo Vendettas!), wake up every morning before work for a month to climb the virtual Alp Du Huez, eventually climb 50k meters in ~60 days, and I'm ready to hit the road for my first Randonée.</timewarp>
This is the year of PBP (Paris-Brest-Paris), a global reunion of endurance cyclists the world over. Like the Olympics, it only comes around once every 4 years. Like the Olympics, you need to qualify. Unlike the Olympics, it's not a race (officially). People still like to go fast, but it’s a race against the clock (and themselves) vs each other. To me, this has the makings of a redemption song. Redemption from 2000. A comeback story from 2021. And so, I set out on the series of 4 qualifying rides - committing to complete the first two and play the remaining two by ear. After all, since the bridge, my personal mantra has always been "COMING HOME SAFELY COMES FIRST".
Well, I completed the Batsto 200k in the requisite time, posting the second fastest time of a group of 30 riders, behind a velomobile rider who has come to be a bit of a mentor over the past few months. Nothing too remarkable about that ride except driving rain in 45 degree weather and 25 mph wind gusts w a 80mm front and rear disc wheel.
<tldr>
Here are my rough notes for folks who like more detail:
- Beforehand I ate a pb banana blueberry sandwich + coffee
- Fuel During Ride:
- 3 Macaroons
- 5 Dates - started them at around mile 80 took one every 5 miles or so till I felt sufficiently energized (maybe mile 105?)
- 2 large slices of pizza
- 33oz 30 water + 320/caf mix
- 8oz water + Liquid IV
- .9L of regular water
- Total liquid consumed: approx: 2.3L
- Fell on way to start. Wasn’t paying attention to road surface, doh! Ripped AmFib pants!
- Check wind conditions in advance next time
- Feet got freezing cold despite neoprene sock and shoe covers
- Toes fully numb but left much worse than right (because of poor circulation due to prior injury)
- Sideways wind gusts (28mph) dangerous and would move me. Need to ride further in center of road when conditions are like that.
- Left shoulder began to hurt about 100 miles in
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