Friday, November 9, 2018

Late Epilogue and then some...

Friday, November 9, 2018
How about that tour wrap up? My personal oversight committee chair person let me know today that I've been remiss in closing the book on this last tour. This is that effort
Distance does soften the hard edges of regret or something like that...




A lot of time has passed since returning home and life just takes over, you know? Above two shots were taken Sunday afternoon, August 5, 2018. That's bout 5 weeks after returning home. I had completed about 55 miles in the annual 100 mile Tour of the Litchfield Hills out of Torrington, CT. While screaming down a hill on a new bike I encountered a hairpin turn and a patch of gravel. Road 1, Jim 0. Bike handlebars took a beating,  jersey scraped up pretty good, left knee was torqued in an uncomfortable direction while right forearm and elbow seemed to take brunt of the stopping action. Drove home and got tidied up before heading to urgent care center. Didn't want to spend the rest of Sunday afternoon and evening waiting around in the ER waiting room. Good call as I was only at urgent care for a couple hours getting x-rays and having gravel teased out of my arm. Happy to report no broken bones but one rather dashing scar along my arm. Even now, three months later, it's a keeper. Kind of like a natural tattoo. 

Key to major rides

XC15 - 2015 Crossroads Cycling Adventures, LA to Boston
ABB North -  2017 America by Bicycle, Astoria, OR to Rapid City, SD
CCC - 2018 America by Bicycle, ‘Cross Country Challenge’ San Francisco to Pueblo, CO  

So. About that ABB Ride from SanFrancisco to Pueblo, CO. On August 8, 2018, a few days after the bike crash described above, a friend from my first major tour (XC15) asked me how my ride went. He had just finished the ride I did last year along the north. Here is an excerpt from that reply. I include it here in order to record my analysis close but not too close to the event. As it usually happens, after several months I tend to romanticize the lure of the road and forget some of the sting along the way. Excerpt below.
First, Let me say that if you had Judy, Pam and Karen as tour leaders on the North tour, you had the A-Team. I love those ladies. Karen especially is a goldmine of information on route topography, geography. Anyway…

Personally, after I did XC15, I really really really enjoyed the North tour through to Rapid City SD (just after Mt Rushmore) - wasn’t that an awesome ride? - and Matt and I actually were in the top third of riders instead of the bottom third as we seemed to be on XC15. 

I figured we’d repeat that experience on the Cross Country Challenge (SanFrancisco to Pueblo legs). Ha! We were back in the bottom 20%. Very humbling. It was a smaller group, too, only 21.

Out of the 21 or so riding days, I say I count 3 days as really special days. The others were either really, really hard slogs due to headwinds, or just dull ugly uninteresting rides. Of course more favorable winds would have made a difference bumping the number of great riding days up to maybe 5 to 7. 

What I hated most of the tour was the staff. They were disinterested in the riders, provided no insights on the areas we were about to travel through other than read the cue sheets to us at route rap…Further, they just didn’t do the work. We went to a restaurant and the restaurant wasn’t expecting a group of our size. Another restaurant had closed. Jeepers! Don’t those guys have phones to make a call and confirm before we head over?

And then, cleaning stations at hotels? Nope. Had to beg front desks at every hotel for rags (except for one), and there was no water hose to wash down the bikes except for that one. I know the packing list for tour says to pack your own supplies but really? Hasn’t been my experience on the other rides I’ve done. 
Forget about looking for pictures or blog entries by the staff on the ABB website. After asking the riders to submit pictures to crew to include on the blog, the blog was abandoned after day 2. Seriously lazy. I was sorely disappointed on my overall experience. Would never do that route with that crew again. I would do it again with Judy, Pam and Karen, though. 

I did enjoy the company of many the riders, Matt from XC15 and John from the ABB North ride was with me, too. There was one married couple, a cop, a Dane, a Britt - who provided much speculation between Matt and John as to his developing relationship with another lady on tour - there was a Belarusian, someone from Singapore and the balance were really strong riders from various parts of the states. Nice people, strong riders. 

Evening meals were good no complaints there, but SAG grub was uninspired. Crew was just too lazy to care, you know? 

Here’s a link to my blog from that tour if you’re interested. I didn’t bellyache in the blog as I knew I would reread it later to get a sense for the riding features of the tour. 

My assessment is that the North Ride is the jewel in the ABB crown. This ride, the Cross Country Challenge (CCC) used to be “The” ride for them with as many as 60 riders in past years. Some folks that did the north ride with me in 16 did the Mississippi ride and liked it, and I hear Judy is going to do the East Ride starting soon. I think the Mississippi ride and East Ride are run on alternate years.

I think ABB is a good company but they need to re-staff the CCC ride.

I heard mixed reviews of Tracy’s route run by the new owners. Entire staff fired somewhere along route leaving just owner and two others to see riders through to the Atlantic (Don from XC15 did that ride).
I'm not sure what 2019 will bring but I just signed on with my coaching program again which runs from now through April. I wasn't going to do it because I have no plans for a tour next year. But after they sent me a picture from the studio beckoning me back... I needed to re-up. Who could resist a crew like that?




Friday, June 22, 2018

Leaving the Rockies Behind: Salida to Peublo

Friday, June 22, 2018

Salida to Pueblo, Colorado
95.2 miles
6 hours, 19 minutes
2,861'  climbing
15.1 mph average speed
32.9 mph maximum
3,852 calories

Long day. As we leave the Rocky Mountains behind, we rode mostly downhill except for 4 mile climb in middle of route. Early on we followed the Arkansas River. Breathtaking views as we rounded bends in canyons we rode through. We saw many rafting outfitters along our route and met several people at our first SAG stop who were about to embark on a water ride down the river.

At the second SAG, a storm cloud seemed to be threatening our perfect streak of rain free travel. I placed some needed calls back east, then hustled my way back on the road for the final 30 miles into Pueblo. The earlier friendly winds turned hostile. It was work to stay up to a respectable speed level and ride through the occasional strong gusts.

About 7 miles from the hotel, the DQ beacon caught my eye and I pulled in for a repeat of an earlier visit this last week of fruit smoothie and chili dogs. While there I got a follow-up phone call and decided I needed to cut my trip short and head back east. I'm only missing three more riding days but it's more important to get back right now.

There are 9 other riders who are leaving at this rest day in Pueblo, leaving a smaller party of 11 continuing on to New Hampshire completing the full coast to coast tour. Those who were leaving had a chance to address the group for some parting words. Although I'm glad to be heading home, I'd have liked to have more time with these strong riders.

I will post an epilogue in the days to come.

Clouds low in front of Rockies

One of many views following Arkansas River. Running fast off of mountains

Veteran Memorial Park outside of Pueblo

Cloud heading my way: Picked up bike and managed to escape it




Saddle shoes and bobby socks come to mind

Cayenne Red

All driven here on the road

Didn't your parents have on of these?

Left side of Trio

Right side of Trio

Sharped Dressed Man would drive this.

Odd. Just odd.

Detail of hubs on one car

 Fingers on purpose
People in witness protection program or so they said

Luggage and gear wagon




Thursday, June 21, 2018

Rise to Monarch Pass

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Gunnison to Salida, Colorado
64.2 miles
4,006' climbing
4 hours 52 minutes
3,025 calories
13.2 mph average
46.5 mph maximum

Had breakfast with two staff members who filled me in on some of the coming attractions on today's ride. Pretty much a flat 30 miles to the base of the climb to Monarch Pass. Climb is 9 miles straignt up. First mile can see some 10% or more gradient but the remaining miles settle in at a gentle 6-7%. At the summit (11,300') there's a Gondola to take you up to a full 12,000' to take in some views. From there it's an 18 mile downhill ride into Salida.

OK. A working day, figuring a two hour constant climb sandwiched by some easier cycling.

Concerned that it's pretty brisk in the morning, I donned a wind vest and arm warmers for the first 30 miles. All warmed up after the pleasant 30 miler, I tossed the vest and arm sleeves into the van at the first SAG stop at the base of the climb. As I thought, it took me all of two hours to climb that stretch to the summit. I did take some breathers as much as for physical relief as a mental break. The air seemed a little thin but not as bad as I had expected but still, I was a little more loopy than summiting Donner Pass or Mount Rose earlier.

I met most of my usual cycling pack at the summit as they arrived somewhat earlier. Took a couple congratulatory photos by the Continental Divide sign, and then they headed down to Salida. I opted to take the gondola to the top and take a look around. After grabbing a few shots - it was blustery and cool for a June equinox - I hustled back down to the van and grabbed my vest and arm warmers for the expected windy and cool ride down.

Very nice roads very thin shoulders and a fair amount of traffic consisting of a lot of vacationers driving huge campers with not very great driving skills. One of our riders today was bumped in his shoulder by the back end a camper. He was pushed off the road into some gravel and were it not for his mad bike handling skills, this is a story that would have had a tragic ending.

As for me, I did pick up a fair amount of speed.  But after seeing a herd of elk trying to cross the road if front of me, they dashed back into woods before I was on top of them, I decided to drop back from the 40's to the 30's speed wise.

Arriving in Salida at what was probably the fastest 20 miles I've ever done, I popped into McD's for a Fillet of Fish and Smoothie. Most of the others had headed into the historic district, to sample local eateries. Knowing they were already there a while, I decided a quick stop at a familiar joint would save me time so I could recharge and rest sooner. The days and miles are catching up with me. Although the riding is amazing, I'm looking forward to returning to my former life again.

Mental break to take in view

Looking back just halfway up

That's it. At the summit. All downhill now.

With St. Pete John

Mugging with Matt

View from gondola trip up to 12,000'

View from observation deck

Helipad at observation area

Painted on floor of gondola station

Retail shop in front of Grace Church in town of Salida

Missed route Rap tonight.
Took picture of tomorrows directions

Shows our elevation profile tomorrow
Mostly downhill but a 4 mile climb in middle is a bummer
My ears did pop on ride down from Monarch Pass today

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Mind Over Matter: Montrose to Gunnison, Colorado

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Montrose to Gunnison, Colorado
65 miles
5,164' climbing
5 hours, 33 minutes
3,464 calories
11.7 mph average
40.3 mph maximum speed

Woke up this morning feeling not as miserable as last night. Hydration, Advill, hitting the sack by 8:30 despite the heavy Mexican Quesadilla and two tacos last night. probably helped. Part of the routine on rising is to check the tires. Son of a gun. Rear tire was flat. Those dang wires wend their way through the tire and eventually puncture inner tube. A small leak may go unnoticed at the end of a ride but by morning the damage becomes evident.

My optimism took a hit but I drew a breath, and got to work. I went through a mental checklist of what I needed to do before I started. Shift rear derailleur to smallest gear, open rear breaks, get out tire levers, tweezers, spare inner tube. Remove wheel. Remember to pinch tire bead to center of wheel to allow more play in tire to make it easier to lever it off the rim. Lever the tire off the rim, remove tube. Feel along the inside of tire for cause of puncture. Remove wire with tweezers, curse the infidel wire and dispose properly. Recheck inside of tire for possible second or third wire.

Blow some air into inner tube. With one side of the tire already on the rim, place valve stem through hole in rim and work the inner tube up inside the tire watching not to twist or pinch tube. Once done, start rolling the other side of tire over rim. When it gets to point where it's tough to get the last bit over the rim, begin to pull tire from opposite end to draw as much slack as possible towards last bit that needs to go onto rim. Roll hard and success is when tire finally sits completely on rim. Pump about 20 PSI into tube then check for any bulging or evidence of tube pinched between rim and tire.  Add another 20 PSI and gently bounce tire around its circumference. Finally inflate to desired PSI (mine is 100 with these tires).

The mental checklist helped immensely. Got tire changed in about 10 minutes. I struggled in getting it back on the bike still not confident I wouldn't bend or snap something. I brought tire and bike down to breakfast and American Jerry popped it on in 6 seconds.

Breakfast was sparse. The night manager had quit so the day manager was still on and was scrambling to get the food out. I had a bagle with Peanut Butter, half serving of scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee. I didn't feel well prepared for the ride at all and seriously considered hanging up my bike shoes for the day.

But I know that not even trying is worse than trying and failing so somehow I just threw my leg over the top tube of my bike and started pedaling on to US 50 with Matt and St. Pete John. We held together for the first 6.2 miles where the announced optional 14 mile round trip up to the Black Canyon commenced. The three of us opted out. It was going to be a tough enough day without adding another 1,000' feet of climbing. Over the next 12 miles of climbing up to Cerro Summit (7,998'), we each began our solo rides. Matt led the way, John's distance to Matt slowly increased as my distance from John greatly increased.

Along the way I started to stop and take pictures. The birdsongs were everywhere. Elk were spotted in the high hills, views became more and more dramatic. Aussie Jerry and I started leapfrogging each other as we both stopped to smell the roses. We both stopped at a locally run roadside market of sort. Hummingbird feeders by the doors were well attended and the dainty darters seemed unfazed by our presence. Popped in for a look around and picked up a PayDay bar (fuel I sorely needed). Other cyclists were there ahead of me, had their pie and were gone but I dared not eat anything that heavy knowing there's still a 9 mile climb ahead.

The climb was gentle 6% grade but relentless. I went 'inside myself' is the only way I can describe how I managed feeling as spent as I was. Playing songs in my head to match my pedal cadence is a technique I use. I change lyrics to match phases of my life. Crazy lyrics for different elementary grades, different High School and college periods, family events, just anything to keep me moving. Hitting Cerro was just such a great success for me. I tried and managed to get a cell connection and spent 45 minutes catching up on some arrangements I needed to make unrelated to this cycling adventure.

We descended down Cerro about 5 miles and had to climb up yet another 1,500' to the next peak (8,600') part of a collapsed caldera. Back to the crazy lyrics. At the final peak, I knew I was going to make it. A tiny bit of climbing more but along a series of hair pin turns and switchbacks with the Rockies as backdrop. Little tricky with some line painting that either just completed or was still in process in some parts along the way. Had to pull over and stop to let traffic pass a few times as roads were narrow in spots.

What I thought was going to be a day of complete failure, turned out to be the highlight day of the tour so far. Note to self: Just try. You may surprise yourself.

Ride tomorrow is daunting.

Dinner tonight was Italian plentiful and company with John, Matt, Doug and Joe was exceptional.

Turning in
Pie shop (among other things)
With Aussie Jerry

Could actually hear the water running over rocks 

Up and up yet again

So much greener than Utah


Got there. Check the box! 

Incredible travel today. Views like this abound.

Looking back on my descent

Lake at Blue Mesa recreational area

Another view

Gunnison river a couple miles from hotel

I dedicated this ride to my mom.
She always got it done.


Flat-out from Fruita to Montrose

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Fruita to Montrose, Colorado
74 miles
2,723' climbing
5 hours 9 minutes
3,635 calories
14.3 mph average
29.3 mph maximum

The 3,600 calories expended on this ride probably explains why I felt so wiped out after the ride. That and maybe the altitude has something to do with it. Seriously wondering why I put myself through this. It was a pleasure to finally leave Interstate riding behind. We spent most of the day on US 50. A busy state road but with much fewer tractor trailers and substantially lower anxiety levels.

We started the day at about 4,500' elevation and through a series of manageable climbs and descents ended the day at 5,500' elevation. I found myself really pushing the pedals hard today. Passed a few riders on the hills and just kept at it all day. My breathing tells me we're getting higher. And that's not a reference to the abundant Cannabis shops around the state.

Without a doubt, the landscape is changing. We're starting to see more and different vegetation than what was common in Nevada and Utah. Starting to pick up on some bird calls along the ride, too. Could just be we can now hear then without the constant roar of the highway.

Still, I'm feeling completely wasted. I overdid it. Probably because it was so nice to be of the highway and some testing of myself knowing we have a big day on Thursday. The days have caught up to me. We have another big elevation ride tomorrow. Considering if I can eat enough and sleep enough to recharge for the morning. Since it's voluntary on my part, I could throw on the towel. Let's see what happens.

Taking a break while watching St. Pete John ride on...

...he was leading the posse.
Diane, Stacey, Aussie Jerry and Good John

SAG in vacant lot on US 50

Sanitize, Sign In, Fill Water Bottles and Carb Up

Tire maintainance. 
Good job, Scotty

Quick breather and hydration break. 
Good to see Montrose not far ahead.

Gunnison tomorrow, Salida on Thursday...


Arrived at hotel early.
9 minutes per person to check in.
I was 5th person in line.
45 minutes waiting to get to room and recover.

Rush between breakfast and ride time tomorrow...