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Monday, November 19, 2012
Keeping the P-12 Alive
I have not ridden much since the Last Chance. My Achilles tendon has not been hurting, but there is still some tingling and loss of strength in my hands. The doctor diagnosed a mild case of carpel tunnel, so I am wearing wrist braces at night and minimizing my computer use. Dan Pfaff and I did get out on Oct. 7 to ride the Hound Dog 123K and maintain our string of monthly sub-200K rides for RUSA's P-12 award.
James Doggett and I rode the Hound Dog again this past Sunday, Nov. 18, to keep the P-12 going another month. It was a chilly 40 degrees at the start with a steady southeast to SSE wind. The skies were mostly clear. We made good time (3:26) to Aurora considering the wind. We shed some clothing in Aurora. The pace back was a leisurely 3:13 with a nice push from the wind that shifted to the SSW for a time. The temperature was in the mid 60s when we got back. James had electronic shifting installed on his Lynskey. This was his first long ride using the system. It worked flawlessly for him, but he said he missed the click of the shifters when he shifted.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Last Chance 1000Km Brevet
I had planned to take it easy in 2012: ride the Super Randonneur SR series and a couple permanent populaires a month to end up with 3,000Km. Dan Pfaff and I finished the SR series in May, but then in July, Dan started talking seriously about riding the Last Chance 1000Km brevet. I decided to go with him, and we had to increase our riding distances to be ready for a longer ride. In addition to our regular populaires, we rode a couple 200Km permanents to give us more time in the saddle. Now, I will probably end the year with about 6,000Km.
We left Springfield on Monday afternoon, September 10, with Dan's wife Deb and daughter, Amy. We arrived in Louisville, CO, on Tuesday afternoon about an hour before the 17:00 bicycle and safety check. Right after the check, I rode for about 20 minutes. I wanted to ride up a hill to see if the higher altitude (about 5,000 feet) would have an impact. I could not really tell any difference from riding in Springfield. We ate at an Italian restaurant next to the motel, packed our bikes and went to bed to be ready for the early start.
Thirty riders were listed for the ride, but one did not start. Of the 30, four including Dan and myself were riding the 1000Km, the rest the 1200Km. Dan and I designed a schedule that had us completing the ride in about 66 hours.
We were off quickly when John Lee Ellis, the RBA, let us go at 03:00 MDT (September 12) in a light, cold rain. NOTE: All times are Mountain Daylight Savings Time [MDT] even though we changed to Central Daylight Savings Time [CDT] at the Kansas border. It was somewhat confusing as the ride progressed until we were back in Colorado.
Shortly after the start, as I was riding down a gentle hill on Via Appia Way in Louisville, it seemed like the handlebar bag of a recumbent blew up in front of me. Papers and things were flying everywhere. Fortunately I did not run over anything, and the rider went back to retrieve his belongings.
The most difficult part of navigating the ride was getting out of town. A couple riders missed the turn on to 4th Street off of Highway 7. They turned around when we yelled: “Right turn!” I later heard that some riders missed the turn at Imboden Road off of 152nd Avenue. When we got to Strasburg it was easy; just stay on US 36.
It was 71 miles to the first control in Byers, so we planned to stop at a Valero Convenience Store near the I-76 interchange (about 25 miles). This would ensure we had adequate water if it was hot. As it was, I added sun sleeves under my rain jacket for a little more warmth and used the restroom. I had only drank about a fourth of a water bottle.
There were quite a few inbound cars on 152nd Avenue as we headed out. It was only a problem because rain drops collected on my glasses and dispersed the on-coming headlights making it difficult to see. I was constantly wiping my glasses off with my handkerchief, but I could not always get it done when a car approached. The white line along the edge of the road was very distinct, so I would just look down and follow it off to my right side until the car passed. However, one time the line suddenly ended because I had come to an intersection. I was flying blind for several seconds because there were two on-coming cars. I slowed down and was finally able to pick up the line on the other side of the intersection. It was very disorienting.
The sky began to lighten as we headed east on 144th Avenue. We rode through Strasburg where we picked up US 36, and as I was climbing a gentle slope into Byers behind Dan, I almost ran over a small snake on the edge of the pavement. It looked like a rattler, but it was not moving. Dan never saw it.
Quite a few riders were huddled in the Byers control trying to get warm. I was fine while we were riding, but started shaking from the cold after we stopped. I got some hot chocolate and heated a breakfast burrito in the microwave. One rider was trying to repair a flat tire. I was glad it was not me. Soon, we took off for Anton, CO. I don't remember much about that part of the ride. We pretty much just put our heads down and pedaled 55 miles through the rain.
The scene at the Byers control was repeated at the Anton control. Everyone was trying to get warm and refuel. Deb and Amy had stopped at the Anton control on their way to the motel in Atwood, and I was able to exchange my wet socks for a dry, thicker pair.
We continued east on US 36, which had a nice wide, paved shoulder. The shoulder was also clean of debris; probably due to wide farm vehicles regularly driving on the shoulder. We stopped briefly at a store in Idalia, CO, about 50 miles further along. There were no stores open when we reached the St. Francis, KS, control after riding another 30 miles, but one of the brevet workers was there to sign our cards and provide water. I also got an ibuprofen because my right ankle ( Achilles tendon) was sore. By the time we reached St. Francis, the rain had pretty much stopped.
We made it to the It'll Do Motel in Atwood about 01:00 MDT on Thursday. We had ridden about 250 miles and had hoped to be there about an hour earlier. The rain was the main reason for the delay. Deb and Amy were helping out at the Atwood control even though it was late. We ate food provided by the organizer. I managed to fall down a stair at the motel as I was heading to the room. It was dark and I thought I was on the bottom step, but I had one more to go. I hit the ground just below the knee and took off a patch of skin about an inch across. Fortunately, it did not bother me the rest of the ride. I took a shower and tumbled into bed for about two hours sleep. When the alarm went up, I sat up in bed and thought there was no way I could get back on the bike. By the time I got dressed and ate something, I felt a lot better. We headed out in the dark about 05:30 MDT.
As the sun came up on the ride to Oberlin, KS, (27 miles) there was fog in the low-lying areas so it looked like we were riding above the clouds. It was pretty cool. When I came out of the control at Oberlin, I had a flat. It was due to a small rock point. I am surprised I did not have more flats considering all the rain, but I had put new Panaracer Pasela Tour Guard tires on the wheels about 70 miles before the brevet. There was no rain on Thursday. The temperatures were moderate with light variable winds. Overall it was a lovely day to ride. US 36 in Kansas did not have as wide a shoulder as in Colorado, and the rumble strip was often positioned so that we were forced to ride in the lane, which was generally okay because of the low traffic volumes.
We stopped briefly in Norton, KS, (35 miles) before heading on 31 miles to Phillipsburg, KS, the turnaround control (344 total miles). We were passed by Tom Knoblauch, one of the 1200Km riders riding outbound, as if we were standing still. He got much more sleep than we did in Atwood. We were also passed by a couple returning 1200K riders and the other two 1000K riders as we neared in Phillipsburg. In Phillipsburg (elevation about 2,000 feet), we dropped a postcard with our arrival time in the mailbox, stopped briefly at a convenience store and headed back west 31 miles to the Norton control.
As we were leaving the Subway in Norton, Mark Jilka of Manhattan, KS, pulled up. We had ridden with Mark on the 400Km and 600Km brevets in Kansas City. He wanted us to wait for him while he ate because he did not want to ride alone in the dark. We told him we would head out but not push it because he is a stronger rider and should be able to catch us. Mark caught up with us just before we stopped to assist Ronaele Foss, another 1000Km rider, about halfway between Oberlin and Atwood. She had repaired a flat with a new tube when we pulled up, but something was wrong with the valve. We could not get the tube to inflate with any of our pumps. Since she had 650 wheels and we all had 700 wheels, we could not give her a tube. She decide to call her husband and abandon the ride. I don't know why we didn't try to repair the original punctured tube.
We pulled into the motel at Atwood about 01:00 MDT having ridden a total of 437 miles. We were about three hours behind our schedule. Again, we ate, I showered (Dan skipped it), and we slept for about two hours. After a quick breakfast, we headed out.
There were some good climbs the first few miles out of Atwood, and after the sun rose the wind began to pick up from the south to south southwest. By the time we got to Bird City, I was having a hard time keeping up with Dan. I told him I needed to stop and rest. He was concerned about making the St. Francis control before it closed if he stopped, so he continued on. This was one of the real low points of the ride for me. I stopped at the Bird City Cafe where I had some eggs, toast, hash browns and several cups of coffee. I felt much better and headed out after about 20 minutes.
I caught up with Dan in St. Francis, and Karen Winterhalter, from Lenexa, KS, rode in a few minutes later. We had ridden with Karen on Kansas City brevets. The three of us headed out together. As we were riding, we noticed that there were numerous small flies on our backs. Unfortunately, some of them would bite me. The bite did not hurt much. As we rode, Karen told us stories about past brevets. She has been a randonneuse since the late 1970s.
We stopped at the control in Idalia for lunch. Fortunately we got there just before the cafe closed. A number of other riders also showed up just in time to be able to order.
In Cope, CO, we stopped for water and I used a porta-potty in a park. It was on the other side of the park, and I had to ride down a gravel drive. When I got back on the road, I noticed something stuck to my tire. It was a goathead! The was a slight psst of air when I pulled it out, so I decided to change the tube then rather than wait for it to go flat.
Friday was a nice sunny day with moderate temperatures and winds. We knew the temperature would drop quickly when the sun went down. It was dark and cold when we pulled into the closed store at the Anton control. Deb, Amy, other spouses and support made sure we had food and water to get through to Byers. One of them also signed our brevet cards. I changed from loose touring shorts with a very thin pad to tight-fitting wool shorts with a thick pad. I thought they would be warmer. I also hoped the would help my sore butt, but they actually felt worse after a few miles. Lately, I have just been riding with the touring shorts, but I had to ride with a saddle cover on my leather saddle during the first day's rain. The saddle cover and wet conditions really wore on my butt. I also continued to have pain in my right Achilles tendon. It had been swollen with a slight ache since Wednesday afternoon. Every time we stopped or coasted down a long down hill, my ankle would stiffen up. I think it was the result of the thicker socks I changed to after the thin ones got wet because the ache was less when I changed back to thinner socks. The last 61 cold miles to Byers would be a little painful, but I was too far along to quit. Karen, Dan and I were the last to leave Anton.
We stopped after about 20 miles at the Last Chance roadside park so Karen could eat. Her gloves made it difficult to eat while riding. I wrapped up in my space blanket to stay warm. We headed out again, but Karen soon dropped behind. She called me on my cellphone to tell me she was stopping again and for us to go on. Since she is an experienced randonneuse and we were really going slow with time running out, we continued on.
Riding the last night with a totally clear sky gave a panoramic view of the stars in all directions. It was really impressive, particularly since there was no moon. If there had been a full moon, it would have really lit up the road. There were always some lights visible, but they were generally some distance from the road. This caused the road to have no definition in space. It just appeared in front of us in our headlights and quickly disappeared behind us. When a car would be approaching in my helmet mirror, it sometimes seemed to take forever to get to us because I could first see it from several miles away. A completely different experience than riding in the Ozarks at night.
We arrived in Byers on Saturday at 03:52 MDT, 72 hours and 52 minutes after we started and six hours behind our schedule. Bill Olsen, one of the 1200Km riders, was still there. He had been napping, and we talked to him as we ate and he got ready to leave. He was so lively, you would have thought we were at the beginning of the ride. Karen came in almost two hours later, but within the 75 hour time limit. Fourteen riders did not finish, including one 1000Km rider.
A big thanks to Deb and Amy Pfaff for supporting us and other riders on the ride.
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| Last Chance 1000Km Route |
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| Karen Winterhalter, Dan Pfaff & John Lee Ellis, RBA, at bike check |
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| Waiting for the start under the motel canopy |
Shortly after the start, as I was riding down a gentle hill on Via Appia Way in Louisville, it seemed like the handlebar bag of a recumbent blew up in front of me. Papers and things were flying everywhere. Fortunately I did not run over anything, and the rider went back to retrieve his belongings.
The most difficult part of navigating the ride was getting out of town. A couple riders missed the turn on to 4th Street off of Highway 7. They turned around when we yelled: “Right turn!” I later heard that some riders missed the turn at Imboden Road off of 152nd Avenue. When we got to Strasburg it was easy; just stay on US 36.
It was 71 miles to the first control in Byers, so we planned to stop at a Valero Convenience Store near the I-76 interchange (about 25 miles). This would ensure we had adequate water if it was hot. As it was, I added sun sleeves under my rain jacket for a little more warmth and used the restroom. I had only drank about a fourth of a water bottle.
There were quite a few inbound cars on 152nd Avenue as we headed out. It was only a problem because rain drops collected on my glasses and dispersed the on-coming headlights making it difficult to see. I was constantly wiping my glasses off with my handkerchief, but I could not always get it done when a car approached. The white line along the edge of the road was very distinct, so I would just look down and follow it off to my right side until the car passed. However, one time the line suddenly ended because I had come to an intersection. I was flying blind for several seconds because there were two on-coming cars. I slowed down and was finally able to pick up the line on the other side of the intersection. It was very disorienting.
The sky began to lighten as we headed east on 144th Avenue. We rode through Strasburg where we picked up US 36, and as I was climbing a gentle slope into Byers behind Dan, I almost ran over a small snake on the edge of the pavement. It looked like a rattler, but it was not moving. Dan never saw it.
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| Outbound to Byers, CO |
Quite a few riders were huddled in the Byers control trying to get warm. I was fine while we were riding, but started shaking from the cold after we stopped. I got some hot chocolate and heated a breakfast burrito in the microwave. One rider was trying to repair a flat tire. I was glad it was not me. Soon, we took off for Anton, CO. I don't remember much about that part of the ride. We pretty much just put our heads down and pedaled 55 miles through the rain.
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| Byers, CO, control |
The scene at the Byers control was repeated at the Anton control. Everyone was trying to get warm and refuel. Deb and Amy had stopped at the Anton control on their way to the motel in Atwood, and I was able to exchange my wet socks for a dry, thicker pair.
We continued east on US 36, which had a nice wide, paved shoulder. The shoulder was also clean of debris; probably due to wide farm vehicles regularly driving on the shoulder. We stopped briefly at a store in Idalia, CO, about 50 miles further along. There were no stores open when we reached the St. Francis, KS, control after riding another 30 miles, but one of the brevet workers was there to sign our cards and provide water. I also got an ibuprofen because my right ankle ( Achilles tendon) was sore. By the time we reached St. Francis, the rain had pretty much stopped.
We made it to the It'll Do Motel in Atwood about 01:00 MDT on Thursday. We had ridden about 250 miles and had hoped to be there about an hour earlier. The rain was the main reason for the delay. Deb and Amy were helping out at the Atwood control even though it was late. We ate food provided by the organizer. I managed to fall down a stair at the motel as I was heading to the room. It was dark and I thought I was on the bottom step, but I had one more to go. I hit the ground just below the knee and took off a patch of skin about an inch across. Fortunately, it did not bother me the rest of the ride. I took a shower and tumbled into bed for about two hours sleep. When the alarm went up, I sat up in bed and thought there was no way I could get back on the bike. By the time I got dressed and ate something, I felt a lot better. We headed out in the dark about 05:30 MDT.
As the sun came up on the ride to Oberlin, KS, (27 miles) there was fog in the low-lying areas so it looked like we were riding above the clouds. It was pretty cool. When I came out of the control at Oberlin, I had a flat. It was due to a small rock point. I am surprised I did not have more flats considering all the rain, but I had put new Panaracer Pasela Tour Guard tires on the wheels about 70 miles before the brevet. There was no rain on Thursday. The temperatures were moderate with light variable winds. Overall it was a lovely day to ride. US 36 in Kansas did not have as wide a shoulder as in Colorado, and the rumble strip was often positioned so that we were forced to ride in the lane, which was generally okay because of the low traffic volumes.
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| Low-lying fog |
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| Truck & fog |
We stopped briefly in Norton, KS, (35 miles) before heading on 31 miles to Phillipsburg, KS, the turnaround control (344 total miles). We were passed by Tom Knoblauch, one of the 1200Km riders riding outbound, as if we were standing still. He got much more sleep than we did in Atwood. We were also passed by a couple returning 1200K riders and the other two 1000K riders as we neared in Phillipsburg. In Phillipsburg (elevation about 2,000 feet), we dropped a postcard with our arrival time in the mailbox, stopped briefly at a convenience store and headed back west 31 miles to the Norton control.
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| Ronaele Foss outbound towards Norton, KS |
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| Norton, KS |
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| Memorial sign in Norton, KS |
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| Phillipsburg, KS |
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| Locomotives on return to Norton, KS |
We pulled into the motel at Atwood about 01:00 MDT having ridden a total of 437 miles. We were about three hours behind our schedule. Again, we ate, I showered (Dan skipped it), and we slept for about two hours. After a quick breakfast, we headed out.
There were some good climbs the first few miles out of Atwood, and after the sun rose the wind began to pick up from the south to south southwest. By the time we got to Bird City, I was having a hard time keeping up with Dan. I told him I needed to stop and rest. He was concerned about making the St. Francis control before it closed if he stopped, so he continued on. This was one of the real low points of the ride for me. I stopped at the Bird City Cafe where I had some eggs, toast, hash browns and several cups of coffee. I felt much better and headed out after about 20 minutes.
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| Sunrise on Friday |
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| Karen & Dan climbing up from St. Francis, KS. |
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| Karen returning to Colorado |
We stopped at the control in Idalia for lunch. Fortunately we got there just before the cafe closed. A number of other riders also showed up just in time to be able to order.
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| Dan & Karen riding into Idalia, CO |
In Cope, CO, we stopped for water and I used a porta-potty in a park. It was on the other side of the park, and I had to ride down a gravel drive. When I got back on the road, I noticed something stuck to my tire. It was a goathead! The was a slight psst of air when I pulled it out, so I decided to change the tube then rather than wait for it to go flat.
Friday was a nice sunny day with moderate temperatures and winds. We knew the temperature would drop quickly when the sun went down. It was dark and cold when we pulled into the closed store at the Anton control. Deb, Amy, other spouses and support made sure we had food and water to get through to Byers. One of them also signed our brevet cards. I changed from loose touring shorts with a very thin pad to tight-fitting wool shorts with a thick pad. I thought they would be warmer. I also hoped the would help my sore butt, but they actually felt worse after a few miles. Lately, I have just been riding with the touring shorts, but I had to ride with a saddle cover on my leather saddle during the first day's rain. The saddle cover and wet conditions really wore on my butt. I also continued to have pain in my right Achilles tendon. It had been swollen with a slight ache since Wednesday afternoon. Every time we stopped or coasted down a long down hill, my ankle would stiffen up. I think it was the result of the thicker socks I changed to after the thin ones got wet because the ache was less when I changed back to thinner socks. The last 61 cold miles to Byers would be a little painful, but I was too far along to quit. Karen, Dan and I were the last to leave Anton.
We stopped after about 20 miles at the Last Chance roadside park so Karen could eat. Her gloves made it difficult to eat while riding. I wrapped up in my space blanket to stay warm. We headed out again, but Karen soon dropped behind. She called me on my cellphone to tell me she was stopping again and for us to go on. Since she is an experienced randonneuse and we were really going slow with time running out, we continued on.
Riding the last night with a totally clear sky gave a panoramic view of the stars in all directions. It was really impressive, particularly since there was no moon. If there had been a full moon, it would have really lit up the road. There were always some lights visible, but they were generally some distance from the road. This caused the road to have no definition in space. It just appeared in front of us in our headlights and quickly disappeared behind us. When a car would be approaching in my helmet mirror, it sometimes seemed to take forever to get to us because I could first see it from several miles away. A completely different experience than riding in the Ozarks at night.
A big thanks to Deb and Amy Pfaff for supporting us and other riders on the ride.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
20,000 Miles
Finished the 20,000 mile overhaul on the Rivendell Romulus I bought new in 2004. Just waiting on the front wheel to return from New Hampshire where Peter White is rebuilding the generator hub. Bike should be good for another 80,000 miles or so. Hope I am too. Steel is real.
Monday, August 13, 2012
The Remarkable Tale of the 3-Legged Dog
Saturday, Dan Pfaff and I rode the
Bolton's 115K permanent. At the Fair Grove Kum & Go, we met an eastbound TransAmerica Bicycle
Trail rider. He had ridden the Western Express Bicycle Trail from San
Francisco and connected with the TransAmerica in Pueblo, CO. He
needed to be back in San Francisco by August 25 for a wedding, so he
is really going to have to ride some long days to make it to Yorktown,
VA. As we headed west, we were surprised that all the dogs we usually
encounter seemed to be on vacation. We were disappointed we did not
met any more TransAmerica riders.
The lack of dogs on Saturday was made
up on Sunday when we rode the Marshfield Mash 112K
permanent. It was sprinkling when I
left the house at 05:45, but it was just a local shower. We did not
experience any more rain. We had overcast skies the entire ride,
keeping the temperature down. We made good time to Marshfield via
Rogersville. The several dogs that chased us helped to speed us
along. We were a couple miles down KK Highway on the return from
Marshfield when I was surprised by a large dog charging across the
road. When the dog seemed to see Dan, who was behind me, it stopped
and head back right into the path of an on-coming car. There was a
loud whump, and the dog went flying about 20 yards into the ditch. The speed limit is 55 miles per hour, so I assume the car was doing close to that.
We stopped to give the driver our
telephone numbers in case he needed witnesses for his insurance
claim. The front of the car was pretty banged up. Suddenly, we
realized that the dog had lifted its head. We went to the house
across the road where the dog had charged from, but no one was home.
We started back across the road to check on the dog when it leaped up
on three legs and started to hobble away towards another house. He
definitely had only one rear leg, and he had not lost the other one in this
accident. Since the dog did not seem to want to have anything to do
with us, the driver said he would try to find the owner and we
departed. We will be back to Marshfield in a few weeks, and I would
like to think we will see the dog again. Maybe it will stay in its
yard next time.
Sorry about no pictures. The camera has
been dropped too many times and is not working.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Tour of Northeastern Kansas 600K Brevet
The Kansas City Region 600K was held this past weekend in Kansas City, KS, and Dan Pfaff and I drove up Friday evening to ride it. We had attempted to ride it two years ago and were wiped out by a fierce headwind.
The ride started at 06:00 from the American Inn at I-70 and 78th Street, where we spent the night making the logistics simpler. Six of the other eight riders that started also rode the 400K brevet two weeks ago, so it was a familiar group. The start down 78th Street is 2.3 miles of steep rollers complicated this year by road construction. Everyone made it down safely, but it was tricky with several areas of gravel and rough pavement.
The second control in Linwood, KS, is only 21 miles, which means you cannot dally because a flat tier or other mishap can cause you to get there after it closes. As it was, all riders were there about 07:19. The riders began to break up into smaller groups north of Eudora. Dan and I stopped in Wellsville, which left us at the back of the pack as usual. There was a north to NNE wind, so we also made good time to the third control in Ottawa (10:00). Most of the other riders were leaving as we arrived because they wanted to eat second breakfast at a McDonald's further south in Ottawa. We decided to join them, but had to eat rather hurriedly to leave with them. We hung with them for a while, but they were setting to fast of a pace after having just eaten.
It was basically a long, straight pull to Emporia on Old US 50 with some assist from the wind on the first third, but the remainder was directly west with a cross wind. We only saw a couple of other other riders, and they were ahead of us. We ate dinner (really another breakfast) at the Harvey's in the Flying J, which was the fourth control unless you were getting a room at the Knights Inn for your return. We were playing it loose and planned to get a room on the way back if the timing worked out. We headed out as soon as we had eaten. There was still a steady wind out of the north, and we were headed into it. We made it to the information control in Bushong sometime after 18:00. We had to record the speed limit through town (30 mph)on our brevet card.
We stopped for a short time in Council Grove, which is the start of the Flint Hills 225K Permanent that I have ridden with Spencer Klaassen and friends a couple times. Council Grove is also the home of one of the twelve Madonna of the Trail statues. I was feeling sleepy, so I took a caffeine pill before leaving Council Grove. There was quite a bit of traffic on Hwy 177 north out of Council Grove, so we were glad to make the turn onto Hwy 4 after 12 miles. We put our lights on after we made the turn as it was almost sunset. The wind began to die down, and it was a pleasant ride along a relatively flat section until we began a gradual descent into a valley. We ran into a group of five riders headed back when we were still several miles outside of Junction City, and then a single rider, Terry Beasley, just before we began a steep ascent out of the valley, only to go back down on the other side to reach Junction City at 21:43. As we walked into the Handy's store (sixth control), I noticed there was pizza for sale, but when I came back out of the restaurant, they were all gone. I asked the clerk if there was more pizza. She told me that all they had were old ones they were tossing and we could have them for free, so we both took a pizza. We rested for a while and watched the typically strange traffic wandering in and out of the store. There were also police car lights continually flashing further down the road. We found out later it was a sobriety stop. Two of the riders decided to spend a few hours in a Junction City motel. They got the last room because there was some type of graduation ceremony that day, and the motels were full.
It was cooler as we headed back, particularly in the low lying areas. We stopped again at Council Grove. There was a lot less traffic on Hwy 177. I think we were only passed by about three vehicles. At the convenience store, the clerk told us we should try to spend the night there and pointed us towards the only two motels in town. Her main concern seemed to be that the bars were closing about the time we were leaving. Although, it was tempting, we pushed on. As it was we were only passed by a few vehicles as we head east out of town on the main road, Hwy 56.
We were back in Emporia at 04:30; almost the same length of time it took us to ride the 400k brevet two weeks earlier. We were satisfied with the time. We decided to eat and take a nap, which we did in the booth at the Harvey's until we were awakened after about an hour by the waitress vacuuming the floor. She apologized saying she had to get it done before her supervisor showed up shortly. With that and since no one had stolen our bikes while we slept, we got on them and headed east.
Terry Beasley, caught up with us not far out of town. He had spent a couple hours in a motel in Emporia. He said Spencer Klaassen had probably left about the same time as we did from the motel that was further east than the Flying J. Terry rode with us for a while before pulling ahead. Two other riders, Karen Winterhalter and Dave Mathews, caught up with us when we stopped at the park in Williamsburg to get water. We left before Karen and Dave, but they caught us before we reach Ottawa. Just before we turned north into Ottawa, a pickup passed us going the other way with the driver flipping us off. Not sure why. Must not like cyclists in general. We really did not have any other problems with drivers. There were a couple vehicles that passed a little closer than necessary, but nothing really unsafe. Karen and Dave were still at the control when we arrived (12:47). I debated going a few blocks further north and off the route to eat at a Subway but settled for pizza at the Casey's instead. Karen and Dave left before us. That was the last we saw of them.
The headwind died by the time we reached Wellsville, where we stopped briefly at the Casey's. Somewhere between Ottawa and Wellsville, a turkey ran across the road in front of me and then, a little further on, two deer. It seemed strange to see them so late in the day. We were making good time on the rollers between Wellsville and Eudora when Dan told me it looked like my rear tire was a little flat. A few miles later, I could tell it was getting mushy, and we stopped to pump it up. It was mushy again as we crossed Hwy 10 into Eudora, so we stopped to change the tube. I could not find anything wrong with the tire, but I had had problems with the valve stem unscrewing in the past. I put in a new tube. As luck would have it, there was a Subway behind the convenience store where we stopped. At first, we did not think it was open because there were no cars, but the open sign was on. So I got have my subway sandwich after all, or at least part of one. I wrapped the rest to eat later, which ended up being in the motel at the end.
We were at the Linwood control at 18:16, and then we began the long haul east to the end. It always seems to take a lot longer on the return than outbound, particularly along Hwy 32 (Kaw Drive). We thought we had gone past the turn onto 78th Street, so Dan used his smart phone to locate us. We still had to go a few blocks east before we began the long climb up to the motel. We arrived at the motel at 20:25. It took longer than the other 600Ks I completed, but it was a longer ride (383 miles). It also seemed like a more relaxed ride. It helped that the temperatures were relatively cooler than the prior 600K brevets. I do not do as well in the heat. At the end, Dan said he had no interest in doing another 600K, but I also said that after every 600K. The memories of a sore butt and aching muscles fade and the road beckons when the brevet season starts again.
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began,
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow it if I can.
-J.R.R. Tolkien, Lord of the Rings
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| 600K Route |
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| Rider meeting at the start |
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| Heading out of Kansas City |
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| Stout's Corner in Linwood, KS |
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| West of Linwood, KS |
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| Making the turn south |
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| Spencer Klaassen's fixed gear |
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| Spencer and Dan |
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| Dan crossing the Kansas River |
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| Building south of Eudora |
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| Dan on Old US 50 |
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| Downtown Emporia |
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| Sculpture in Emporia |
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| Emporia control |
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| Americus, KS |
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| Americus, KS |
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| Bushong speed limit |
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| Heading into Council Grove, KS, on Hwy 56 |
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| Madonna of the Trail statue in Council Grove, KS |
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| Heading out of Council Grove on Hwy 177 |
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| Sunset as we headed north |
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| Dan in Junction City |
It was cooler as we headed back, particularly in the low lying areas. We stopped again at Council Grove. There was a lot less traffic on Hwy 177. I think we were only passed by about three vehicles. At the convenience store, the clerk told us we should try to spend the night there and pointed us towards the only two motels in town. Her main concern seemed to be that the bars were closing about the time we were leaving. Although, it was tempting, we pushed on. As it was we were only passed by a few vehicles as we head east out of town on the main road, Hwy 56.
We were back in Emporia at 04:30; almost the same length of time it took us to ride the 400k brevet two weeks earlier. We were satisfied with the time. We decided to eat and take a nap, which we did in the booth at the Harvey's until we were awakened after about an hour by the waitress vacuuming the floor. She apologized saying she had to get it done before her supervisor showed up shortly. With that and since no one had stolen our bikes while we slept, we got on them and headed east.
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| Emporia control inbound |
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| Emporia, KS |
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| Dan near Lebo, KS |
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| Sheep on Old US 50 |
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| Old building on Old US 50 |
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| Williamsburg, KS, park |
We were at the Linwood control at 18:16, and then we began the long haul east to the end. It always seems to take a lot longer on the return than outbound, particularly along Hwy 32 (Kaw Drive). We thought we had gone past the turn onto 78th Street, so Dan used his smart phone to locate us. We still had to go a few blocks east before we began the long climb up to the motel. We arrived at the motel at 20:25. It took longer than the other 600Ks I completed, but it was a longer ride (383 miles). It also seemed like a more relaxed ride. It helped that the temperatures were relatively cooler than the prior 600K brevets. I do not do as well in the heat. At the end, Dan said he had no interest in doing another 600K, but I also said that after every 600K. The memories of a sore butt and aching muscles fade and the road beckons when the brevet season starts again.
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| Old US 50 looking east |
Down from the door where it began,
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow it if I can.
-J.R.R. Tolkien, Lord of the Rings
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