Dream ride.

Looking up at Mt. Graham from grocery store at bottom.

 So it has been a rough couple of weeks.  I've been working on a project that I can't figure out and everyone is on me to get it finished and wondering why I can't.   Well, 3 weeks of no day's off and working night and day do things to a chap so I broke down and determined I would take the 4th off.  I mean really  off.   Kids and everything.   I've always wanted to climb Mt. Graham and so at 4:30 am I was on my way out of town to do just that.  Couldn't have chosen a better morning either.

Glad I left my tandem at home.

Weather was cloudy all the way from Mesa to Safford but the sun was burning most of it off when I got on the bike at the highway junction.   Temp was a very muggy 79 degrees.   The plan was to be to higher elevations before it got really hot and then coast down but the sweat poured off me for the first 90 minutes or so because of the humidity.   Weird thing was it was brown/orangeish sweat.   Can't figure that out,  maybe it was the lighting.   The other annoying thing was gnats.   I had hundreds of gnats attaching themselves to me until I got up the hill a bit.

Entering the forest,  well, technically I guess.

 The hill gives you a nice warm up of 2 percent for a mile and then launches you into your first 5% pitch.   5% is about the easiest there is until the top.  Most of it is 7-9%  with a spot of 11%.

Hill climbing is a very therapeutic endeavor.  You don't need to concentrate on where you are going too much because your speed is slow.   It's just you,  your aching muscles, and the stress which quickly melts away the further you climb and the more accomplishment you develop.

Road construction.

The road was nearly deserted.  I think I only counted 2 or 3 civilian cars on the way up.   7 or 8 convoys of hot shot crews coming down but hardly anyone going up.

I must confess I was sweating so profusely it felt like rain on my legs for the first bit.  I took my helmet off for a bit and let it rest in my Aero-Bars.  As I climbed higher though the temps cooled down and I put my helmet back on.   

Swtichback

Nearing halfway I started to enter the cloud layer and had mists swirling around me.  When I got higher I had clouds racing up the mountain around me.  It was very cool in both senses of the word.

Switchbacks

Around the cabins I saw some people but they didn't even wave at me.  One group at a cabin had a Utah license plate and that kind of made me laugh.  They drove all the way down here to get to country that probably wasn't that different from country up in the mountains above where they live.  Of course their mountains are not a sky island so I guess there is that.  Besides  who am I to judge?  I just drove 144 miles for a 40 mile ride.

Mists swirl all around me hurrying up the mountain to make a storm.

Passing the elevations signs is a huge ego boost.  To folks in cars they are "Well what do you know we are at 8000 feet kids isn't that amusing?".  But to a cyclists climbing a sky island its a "Flip yeah!  Boo ya!  Coo coo for Cocoa Puffs,  Tarzan/Captain Caveman yell"' type moment.

Nearing 9000 feet.

The scenery nearing the top is epic and even the townof Safford is barely a smudge on the vast expanse far below as seen in breaks in the mists.

9000 Feet.  Yay!

The 9000 feet sign was a welcome sign to me.  I'd felt strong until just over 8000 feet but was getting pretty fatigued by the time I hit 9.  The grades going up Graham are steeper than Lemon and the places to rest are very rare.  Temp was a chilly 57 degrees.

A roadie's best friends.

They picked kind of a ho hum place to end the pavement but I didn't really care.  It was nice to be to the top.  I did it.   In the bag.  I accomplished something.  Going down I almost biffed it on several switchbacks due to gravel and the love of speed but fortunately I saved it.  3 hours 29 minutes up and 54 minutes down.  This is my new favorite big climb.

Yours Truly.

Grand Canyon 300k

Yours Truly

It's been awhile since I have had such a challenging ride.   There was a lot of factors that added to the difficulty of this ride for me.  Due to having to go back to the house for a forgotten tire pump and a detour getting out of town and various other family issues I ended up with 3 hours of sleep Friday night and would end up hurrying out of the lot after the group as I saw them leaving the lot out of the corner of my eye at the start line.  I ended up forgetting my rearview mirror in the process but that would turn out to be the most minor of the inconveniences.

One reason I really wanted to do this ride was that I grew up in Flagstaff but was not a road cyclist when I lived there so I was looking forward to seeing the sights from a bicycle seat and cruising through the old haunts.  One big difference I noticed right off the bat is that the hills don't seem to be nearly as big as they did back when I wasn't in as good of shape.  The other thing that was apparent pretty quick is that everyone else was in better shape than me and I soon got dropped just before we got to Cheshire.

I rode aways behind a local for awhile but he turned to climb up to Snow Bowl so I was off into the woods all by myself.  I took notice that we had already climbed 450 feet before arriving at the city limits.  Perhaps the 9000' climbing estimate would be accurate after all.

The lowest temperature I found in the stretch just after the sun rose was 38 degrees.  Temps at the start were in the low 50's so I had left my jacket behind.  I ended up being fine othere than some frozen fingertips.

The morning was quite enjoyable.  Especially after the sun came up.   The ride through the pine and aspen forest was beautiful.  Kendrick park was pretty as well, in the early morning sun.  Theres a few more houses out in it these days but it's still far short of being covered with them.  The miles between Kendrick Park and Valle were quite nice and mostly downhill.  The only downside being the pavement was a bit spotty.  I didn't hit any potholes so all is well that ends well.

For me the Grand Canyon is forever tied to Fred Flinstone.  Fred is the symbol of the term "Tourist Trap"  for me.  I incessently asked my Dad to let us go in to the Flinststones but he would not,  always telling us it was a "Tourist Trap".   They must get some people in there though as they have been around as long as I can remember and at this point that amounts to 40 some odd years.

I ran into Kerin and Dan at the control where I bought some solid gold sunscreen,  at least it seemed like that is what it was after I saw the price.  For some reason Valle had higher prices than both the Grand Canyon stores and Cameron.  Must be Fred's influence I guess.

There was a tailwind most of the way up to the canyon and I would see 5 bicycle tourists loaded for bear in this stretch.  Temps were getting warmer and I would start to really feel two of my challenges in this stretch.   One was my stomache felt sick and the other one is the dry air was starting to kick my asthma off.   I slowed down a bit but I did see kerin and Dan leaving the General Store when I got to the canyon.

The stretch from the general store to Desert View is where things really went south for me.  My stomach hurt and I wasn't able to breathe.   My throat would dry out almost instantly and it felt like I was choking on phlegm and I would start coughing but it wouldn't do any good.   After some suffering I finally figured out if I breathed through my nose then my lungs and throat didn't dry out as fast but conversely I didn't have the air I needed to climb the hills.   Still, it's better to spin up the hills slowly than to not go up them at all. 

At Desert View I took awhile dealing with some results of the ongoing gastrointestinal issues and taking a few pictures.   All told I spent close to 40-45 minutes there.   

I've never been on the stretch of road from Desert View to Cameron before and I thoroughly enjoyed the scenery.  Part of this enjoyment might have been the tailwind,  and some of it might have been due to the fact it was almost all downhill.......  Na,  couldn't be.

I took a quick stop at the Little Colorado River Gorge scenic lookout.  The gorge is really impressive.  It is amazing how stark the rim is compared to the surrounding scenery.  The canyon is just a notch that interupts an otherwise unchanging landscape of plant covered sand dunes.

Just before Cameron the road angles east and in that stretch I started to notice the sand stinging slightly as it blew into me from the side.  That was not a good sign.

Kerin caught up to me just before Cameron and She elected to press on while I elected to stop at the gas station.  I was now riding in heat mode in addition to asthma mode.   I was taking it easier than normal,  I was stopping at every opportunity to top off on water.  I also was making it a point to pour any extra water on my jersey to give my body some free cooling.  I think all told my strategy worked for me.  It didn't get me back to town fast but it did eventually get me there.

It was so tedious climbing out of Cameron.   It was worse than the frontage road in many respects.  The peaks just sat in the distance for hours and hours and never seemed to get nearer.  It was like I was frozen in time.  Constantly pedaling at 7-8 mph into howling wind and never seeming to get anywhere.  I kept telling myself if you keep at it you will eventually get there.  The 2006 400k taught me that very important lesson.  If you just keep going you'll eventually get there.

 I ran into Pete in Grey Mountain.  He was sheltering from the heat.  I chatted with him for a bit and then made my way across the street to resupply and water down.   There was an older Navajo lady there that looked at me funny as I poured water over myself.   I suppose in some schools of thought it might be thought of as a waste of water.  In my mind, if there is not an issue with supply on the water side, a bottle of water poured on the jersey saves water in the long run and sure feels good as it cools the core down.

That would turn out to be the last open store before Flagstaff as Antelope hills was closed when I got to it.  I was a little concerned my fluids wouldn't last me.    Dan called it quits in here ( at least for this 7 mile section which was dangerous for bents due to the angled shoulder and rumble strip),  managing to flag down a fellow in a pickup towing a water tank to get a lift up to better shoulders.  The guy in the pickup made the comment that I had a long ways to go as I passed.  Thanks pal.  The winds blowing,  the legs are blown,  the stupid mountains won't get any closer,  and then I have a guy in a pickup telling me I have a long way to go.  I pressed on.

I found the big hill very intimidating as it seems like it took the car lights forever to get down it and finally get to me.   There had to be at least 4 miles of visibility or more.  I had very little enthusiasm in this stretch.  In all fairness I had lost enthusiasm shortly after Grey Mountain so I don't think that can be blamed on the guy in the truck.   I did yell at the wind a few times in here though.  I had expected it to wind down around sunset and it sure took it's sweet time doing so.

About a mile and a half from the top a truck pulled over and two guys got out.   It turned out to be Pete and the guy that picked him up.  They offered me a ride but I figured since the winds were starting to die down and I was almost up I would press on.   I did ask for water though and Pete gave me the rest of what he had,  which was much appreciated.  Very much appreciated.

Watching taillights go up the hill and then disappear around the corner at the top for 45 minutes was maddening but I eventually got there.   The downhill that followed was much appreciated but I no sooner entered Doney Park than the wind picked up again just as strong as ever,  from the same direction.   I must say it was not a very imaginative wind and I made it a point of telling him so very pointedly as I went into raving derelict mode for a few minutes.  I nearly regretted letting Pete and the man pass me up several times between here and town.   I hadn't exceeded my DNF qualifications (possible safety/life threatening situation) but I was pretty much blown and a comfy ride in a car was extremely tempting.

At this point my sleep deprivation and exhaustion was leading to some strange experiences.  I kept having really bad Deja Vu.   I think it was related to the fact I drive this stretch late at night peridically on family vacations and I kept thinking I had biked it before at night which I never had of course.   I kept thinking how quickly this stretched seemed to pass last time I rode it and how slow it seemed to be going now.

The trip through Flagstaff was interesting.  I saw a lot of cyclists out but for some reason none of them were wearing helmets.  I entered raving derelict mode again as a few extra strong gusts hit me.   Either the wind drowned me out or the officer across the street was more interested in writing a ticket than checking out an exhausted cyclist screaming into the wind.

Back in college I worked as a security guard on the night shift and so it was rather interesting to revisit areas I had to check on my job again in a sleep deprived state.   Particularly strong came the memories as I was passing through the Gore Campus on 4th street as I headed down to Butler,  I spent many a sleepless night at that facility.  The ride along Butler featured more as I passed many business which I had to check several times a night while on patrol at another security company.

Entering Brannen homes on Lone Tree I passed by what was my best friends house back when I was 12 and memories attack me like thugs in a back alley as I wind my way through the darkness to knoll something drive and on to the hotel.

The hotel is a lonely place.  I rode around the parking lot a few times but didn't see any sign of Ryan.  In all fairness it was 10:20 and no one had likely come in in several hours.   I packed up the bike and headed over to Del Taco soon to be followed by a short search along Lake Mary road for a nice spot to throw a sleeping bag and drift off into exhausted sleep.

This was a brutal ride for me starting at around 85 miles in and the last 50 or so were extremely brutal.  I'm probably dumb enough to do it again even if I knew I'd face all the same issues but I'm kind of a glutton for punishment sometimes and I tend to forget pain quickly.


Helmet cam video-

http://youtu.be/W5JRbL91OCI0%

24 hrs in the Batalion

The Batalion sans sleep deprivation

 Well,  first off let me say,  if your expecting an awesome tale of randonneurs attacking the world clad in Super Ninja Turtle pajama bottom's,  you need to check out the write up of the other team.  Although, having forgot my socks I did have one white ankle high and one green el Tour sock that I found on the car floor so i guess that was a bit adventurous.  The stores along our route did not have so much as a beanie when the cold night pulled it's punches.  However,  if you are here looking for a tale of studly gentlemen attired in matching dashing jerseys designed by some fashion genius,  then you have come to the right place.  Well, perhaps the fashion genius part is a bit of a stretch but we all did have matching jersey's to commemorate the occasion.

Incidentally,  before anyone gets on me about the spelling of battalion on the jerseys,  I used one of the flags of the original Mormon battalion  for art work and most of them weren't horribly well educated.  Our name was chosen mainly because Carlton pitched this originally to 3 Mormon's that he happened to know and hooked 2 of us.  I thought the selection of the name "Mormon Batalion"  for the team was catchy and signed on.  Now, before you point out the fact we had a 4 man team and I mentioned only 3,  being a bunch of Mormons (one of whom is a Bishop so no sneaky stuff was allowed from the other two), our team needed a designated drinker and someone to down coffee to keep us all awake and so Steve was brought on board.

Carlton, Steve, and Curt heading up 68th/College

The "Target"  for this Fleche/French Arrow was Boulder's in Tempe.  Our route was going to do a Robin Hood and bounce our arrow off a bunch of stuff in a loop before it hit the target unlike the other team which was going to shoot at it straight from the Grand Canyon.  Our team met at Boulder's.  By the time we got our receipts and collected together it was 11 and we were officially behind schedule.   On the other hand, we had chosen the minimum distance because I haven't done anything longer than a 200k this year and most of my rides before this were in the 40 mile range.  So assuming we didn't have too many issues and rode at any sort of a comfortable speed,  we had plenty of time.  Even so with the city traffic and lights and such we got to the first control a little closer to the closing time than we would have liked.

Curt and amusing roadside decor courtesy creative roadside landowner mad at the the city of Scottsdale.

 We had a really nice ride up through Scottsdale.  I don't know if it was the fact we had the word "Batalion" on our backs or something else but drivers were in general a lot less vocal than most.  We were stretched out for about 1/4 mile heading up among the buttes around pinnacle peak.   We took our first stop at the store at the top of 9 mile hill and I downed a fresa popsicle and some smart water and we were off for a nice jaunt through Fountain Hills.

Your's truly and Curt heading up to Pinnacle Peak

 Denny's was our control.  From hearing Carlton talk,  it sounds like Denny's is a popular stopping spot on Fleche's.  It's probably the 24 hr nature of the place.  Although, it might be that 5 star dining too,  one can never be too sure.  Anyway, the guys refueled on clam chowder and I had a bit of eggs, hashbrowns and pancakes (I'm not a big seafood fan).

Carlton and Steave in Fountain Hills

 The headwind we had through Fountain Hills was a tailwind on the Beeline and we had a nice ride up one of the last hills of the ride.  It was a beautiful day to be on a bike.  As always the Bush Highway was beautiful heading out past Saguaro lake and all the picturesque cliffs along the Salt River.  Curt started to struggle a bit in this section between the rollers and the backside of Usery pass.  Steve and I hung together heading to the top of the pass and waited for the other two to come up.

Heading out to the Beeline

 After watering up at the visitor's center at Usery Park we headed out across the east valley to the Superstitions where night fell.  I put on all my night stuff at the Dash Inn and we were off to the Red Sage in Gold Canyon for dinner.  Of course, Steve got the first flat of the trip just as Gold Canyon was in sight.

The three Amigos or the Tres friends.

 During daylight hours, 4 guys wearing matching jerseys are just guys out for a ride,  but as soon as that sun sets,  those same 4 are now extraordinary gentlemen doing something everyone should ask about.  We got to explain what a" Fleche" was,  well actually Steve, got to explain what a Fleche was 3 or 4 times at the restaurant during the time we were there.

Steve near Saguaro Lake

  I actually started to get drowsy just after the restaurant.  Perhaps it was the non-drowsy benadryl I had purchased.   Whatever it was I was really sleepy most of the way into Florence.  Maybe the road down into Florence was just a little too smooth and pristine.   Despite that we were ahead of schedule when we hit Florence and determined we needed to burn an hour somewhere and fortunately the good folks at Burger King let us sit in their lobby for an hour before they finally fully closed for the night at 11.

Getting ready to drop to the Salt River

 It took me about 10 minutes to stop shivering when we started again despite my full jacket.  It was me that was the slower one through here.  I was just on autopilot and sleepy as all get out.  I was really struggling and the anticipation of 80 more miles of this was really discouraging.  I determined to at least make it to Casa Grande and take a good nap in Denny's though.  Sometimes some food and a good nap can work wonders.  I was amused to wake up in Denny's too see everyone else with their heads tilted back and mouths open sawing logs.   I don't think the owners were too happy with a bunch of snoozing Randonneurs in their dining room, being a 5 star Denny's and all but they didn't kick us out.  

Water Stop at Usery Pass visitor center.

 The rest at Denny's was enough to move me on.  I was not bubbling,  but I was mobile and not propped up in a hotel room snoozing away a DNF, which was something.  I headed out alone as Steve had another flat and I told the others to catch up since I was the slow one and they were happy with that.  The roads were nearly deserted when I got out the west side of town.  I was able to ride the lane most of the way,  although there was nothing wrong with the shoulder in this section, it had to have been repaved recently.  I prefer the car lane so as to avoid flats which is a big reason I use a mirror.  On a night like this you could see a car coming several minutes before it passed.

old paint at the hitchin post

 The John Wayne parkway was even more deserted than Stanfield road.  It was also where I was finally caught by Steve and Carlton.  They rode with me for a bit and then pulled ahead at first sight of Maricopa.  I managed to get a bonus mile in as I overshot the control and by the time I got back both Curt and I pulled into the Circle K together.   We had a wonderful rando party on the floor of the Circle K much to the amusement of the workers.

Steve and the Superstitions after sunset

 Not too far North of Maricopa the sun came up as well as the traffic.  It was also the third flat of the day as Curt unfortunately was the recipient of some gift of the shoulder.  My spirits started to perk up with the rising of the sun and I was enjoying the ride again although the sore seat wouldn't have been unhappy for a quick ending.

Curt fixes a flat on a cold morning.

 Carlton's house was a wonderful sight,  or lack thereof I should say.  It is tough to see someone's house through closed eyelids with soft furry carpet beneath your tired shoulders.  After an hour or so of really intense dreams we awoke and made the discovery that our control was no longer in business (the Bagel Nosh next to Carlton's house).  So off to taco bell,  oops,  closed too,   better make it Arby's,  we went for a bit of breakfast and a receipt.

At the edge of Chandler we turned to Steve to guide us safely through the traffic of Tempe to help us make a safe arrival at Boulder's moments before team Grand Canyon showed up to join us for a wonderful breakfast and blow our minds with their awesome pants.

Paul , Curt, Steve, and Carlton

Owl's well that ends well.

Ok,  first let me apologize about the no picture thing.  I haven't got around to finding/buying my summer fingerless riding gloves and so I was wearing full size gloves and pictures were a major pain.   Second,  I have to take back everything I ever said about the accusers of Floyd Landis being way off base about how testosterone works.   Oops,  I should probably qualify that before everyone thinks I'm a rando doper.  Fact is my natural testosterone is extremely low and learning that it is a heart disease risk at my age I finally gave in to the doctor's suggestion.  I've known this for awhile actually  and am kicking myself for not acting on it sooner.   I actually look forward to starting big rides again now.  My motivation and energy are way up,  and my recovery is much better.

But,  as the new prescription only plays a clinical role in this brevet and no one likes reading about someone elses performance gains,  let me get on with how the ride went.  I can't say I was not without trepidation Saturday morning at 5:30.  I wasn't entirely happy with my time on the CG 200 in January and I definitely was not happy with how much of a strain the last 30 miles were.  I'd arranged to carpool with Carlton since he was on my way anyway and driving back after a long ride alone is as interesting as watching paint dry.  I got off a little late due to nearly running out of gas and having to buy some new sunglasses but Carlton was pretty cool about it.  As it was we ended up getting to the start with plenty of time.

The Az Rando scene has come a long way in the last 8 years. I was the only one of the original crew from 2004 there and Roger informed me I had the lowest RUSA number which I found quite amusing never having considered 2408 a low number.  My how times have changed.  Change is good although I miss seeing a lot of the old crew around these days.    There were several riders there that rode the High Country Brevet last year there though and it was nice to be among the riders on this one.

This would be my first ride of the year devoid of warm clothing other than my full fingered gloves which are now all sweaty.   It was a fantastic day as far as weather went,  albeit with some headwinds.  Carlton is of course faster than me but he held back a bit for the first 45 miles or so to pull this not quite as strong wheelsucker along.  Winds were a bit annoying as we worked our way through rattlesnake pass and around the Marana airport but by the time we got to the frontage road,  we were roaring along at 25-26 mph and I have to say it's about the fastest I've covered that stretch.  What a difference being fresh makes on negotiating that stretch.  Up until Park Link road we had pretty much kept the recumbents in view but after making the turn,  David had to stop for something and the other recumbent slowed up to wait for him.  That was the last we saw of them.   Interestingly enough we did not catch the tandem on the ride up Park Link nor on the Pinal Parkway.

I found it interesting that depending on your prespective the owl had 3 ears at one point.   Park Link was interesting in that the traffic was nearly non-existent and it never looked like it was climbing unless you looked at your computer and saw that indeed speeds were decreasing and that you would finally end up with a 2% grade as it slowly climbed more to get up to the parkway.   I have to say having a riding partner is nice,  even when that other partner is stronger and stretches you a bit.  After turning onto the parkway Carlton took off as the hills got steeper and I had no issues with that.  A man and his hills is a special thing after all.   My main goal at this point was to try and make it so Carlton didn't have to wait too long for me at the finish.

Park Link road joins the parkway right where it starts to stairstep up to the summit before dropping down to Oracle Jct. and I have to say it was nice not to have to spend 15 miles of straight road climbing the parkway watching paint dry.   About halfway to the summit Pete passed me.   I would see the gang at the control at the roadside table though and I didn't leave too much after they did.  I had to adjust my seat a bit as I had a knee that was complaining and had to take care of a speedo wire that had been rubbing on the tire.  Oh,  and there was a rubbing brake I had to readjust.  So,  after all that I was off.

The climib to Oracle is a bit like the ride down the frontage road in that you can see the hill next to your destination but it never seems to get closer.  The difference here though is you are climbing and every so often the grade steepens as you stairstep up to Oracle.   Just when you think you are at the top you turn a corner,  find more hill,  turn another corner,  find more hill.  Then finally you get to this awesome sign that says 11 miles of 7% grade.  The cake is a lie folks.  When I rode this hill before I was minus an altimeter, but still thought the grade seemed a little lackluster.   Having now had something to give me actual data I was disappointed but not surprised to discover that 7 actually meant 5,  and that would only be in a few places not much longer than a half to 1 mile.  Much of the other was 2% and with a headwind you had to pedal to maintain 18-20 mph in those spots.  Still,  it was much better than climbing into the wind.

Turning onto the road to San Manuel I was amused to see that my pessimism about a flat ride into town was not unfounded.  A set of giant rollers loomed before me with grades upwards of 10% for short stretches.  my legs were a little fatigued at this point and were not too happy with having to put out this kind of power but I kept at it.  After all,   everyone hurts on climbs,  some just go faster.

After finally hitting Webb road I kept expecting to see the lead riders coming at me and not seeing them I thought perhaps they had already come and gone but about 1/4 mile from the turnaround I saw the lead guy coming out.  Followed shortly by Carlton as I nearly got to the end much to Carlton's surprise.   I figured I was only about 15 minutes behind them.  At the gas station I found the tandem and Pete finishing up their break and preparing to head out.   Having hot foot and an appreciation for the finer things in life,  like a shady sit on cool cement at a gas station on a warm afternoon eating a popsicle,  I held off for a few minutes after getting my receipt and filling my water bottles.  I nursed water from my bottle while I let my foot rest out of the shoe for a bit.  By the time I was done I had used all the water Pete had left behind and was off to face the looming hill that lay before me down on Webb road.  Temps were in the upper 80's and it was a bit warm.

I kept expecting to see those recumbents before I hit Webb road but didn't and began my 1200' climb up Webb and annoyingly enough,  the Mt. Lemmon hwy.  I say annoyingly enough as that was my second "Cake is a Lie" moment of the day.  I held steady most of the way up but about a mile or two from the top the 10% rollers started.  I must say I thought of the recumbents at this point having been there myself.  There's nothing like trying to pedal hard when you feel like you are upside down.   I kept telling myself once we turned off of Webb we would be heading downhill having driven it in a car and for some sick reason remembering it that way.   Of course one's memory of driving something in a car and one's memory of riding something on a bicycle are two very different things and the rollers continued on up the ridge which wouldn't have suffered anything if the road had gone around it.  Personally I think folks back in the day loved to torture horses.  Or maybe they were just lazy and just built the road straight through come what may.  That being said,  it was a beautiful ride through scrub oak and small meadows.

Of course,  what goes up must come down and we were over 2500' above the finish line so drop we did, heading out of Oracle.  Of course the wind would have none of that.  It was in here that I really wished I would have had a bit more time to put on Aero bars the night before.  I think I lost roughly 10-15 minutes to the headwinds and my wrists would have been much happier had I had them.  Even so,  I figured if I could  average  20 mph I could be back to the car by 4:30 and figuring Carlton would finish around 4 he shouldn't have to wait too long for me.

I won't bore you with the details of a windy ride down to Catalina,  it was just a nice ride of speeding up on the steeper parts and slowing down to a hard pedal on the less steep.  After turning onto Ranch Vistoso I got caught up by a guy who had just ridden up to Saddlebrook and back and had a nice talk with him.  It was in here we passed Pete and as he said he was Ok we pushed on until he turned off of Moore road and wished me luck in my endeavors on Tangerine road.

At this point looking at my watch I realized I could beat 4:30 if I pushed and was quite pleased to find that there was energy in those legs.   I was able to keep it up around 22-24 mph most of the way down Twin Peaks despite the headwind and rolled in at 4:28, around 37 minutes behind Carlton.  Not quite the 30 I had hoped for but on the other hand he had not forgotten his aero bars.  It would likely have only been 30 or less if I had not.

Anyway,  I felt a ton better after this ride than the last one.  After a pint of ice cream two fruit drinks and a litre of water later I felt even better.   Carlton was not doing as well.  He'd had to stop several times on the way back and even so didn't feel so hot.   We ended up getting back to Chandler shortly after 5:40 which was a lot faster than I had expected.  I would end up getting home around 6:20 or so and was quite pleased to find I had enough energy to do the laundry to get myself out of the doghouse for forgetting to arrange a babysitter while I was gone (my wife had a meeting and I promised I'd find a sitter).

and the results of the gen light drag test are........inconclusive.

First off I must say I did not get the 100 miles in that I wanted to last night.   Second,  I did take the opportunity to test the difference in drag among my light configurations,  Handlebar lights + headlight,   Gen light turned off with handlebar lights and headlight,  and Gen light turned on with aforementioned lights turned on.

The testing ground was the front and backside of Usery Pass.   The front side to record a slower rolling speed and the backside to record the faster.   In the end it was a lot of trouble for not much information, yet I did glean enough to make an educated decision I think.

I must say it was a beautiful night albeit a little chilly.   If I had known how chilly it would be at the end of my testing I would have worn the full jacket from the start so as to make it an even test across the 6 trials.  My current light setup consists of the following-  2 Planet bike 2 watt  superflashes,  a 3 watt princetontec headlamp, and a killer generator light using the Shimano hub and a homemade light circuit made with 3 Cree leds (wicked bright)  and a circuit borrowed from a fellow Randonneur of Southern Arizona Randonneurs fame who few people get to ride with but on occasion he has slowed down and I have ridden with him up in the pines on the D3M permanent.

So,  I know you are curious about the results.  Interestingly enough, going down the front side there was only 2 seconds difference between the normal wheel and the gen hub when it was turned off (I'm kind of glad at this point I didn't blow the extra dough on the Schmidt hub,  I'll eat that extra second every 2 miles).  On the backside there was roughly 9 seconds difference but I think some of that can be attributed to the generator light creating more drag because of lost aerodynamics,  since that comes into greater play at higher speeds.   9 seconds over 4 miles still isn't too bad.  We are still only talking a few minutes difference on a hundred mile ride.

Now,  for when the light was turned on.  The bike actually was around 45 seconds faster on the front and 15 seconds faster on the back.  What you ask?  This spits in the face of physical laws of energy transfer and friction and drag yada yada yada.   Well,  it is funny you should ask.  You see,  before I started the last set of tests with the gen light on I made an interesting discovery.  The front brake was loose and as a result it had been rubbing since the spring was able to twist it sideways.   I must say I am amazed a brake that is rubbing lightly can cause that much drag.

The light can't be creating too much more drag I figure,  and surely the drag with the light off is not enough to ditch the comfort of a super bright and battery-less headlight for the longer rides.  I also wonder how long that brake has been like that.  Was it that way last week when I did the long ride out to Sycamore creek?  Was it there when I tried to hold on at the race a month ago?  Was it like that for the Jan 200k?  The Mt. Lemmon 200k?  Hmmmmm,  perhaps I haven't been as much out of shape as I thought?

In other news, after midnight, there was an unusual amount of four wheelin Jimmy Bobs and their long necks  coming back from a long day of buzzing through the desert on their various machines of choice.   One car whizzed by me at what had to be 80 mph or more  as they honked.   I kept an eye out for their dead carcass when I descended the other side of the pass but lady luck must have been with them.    Despite all the bozos and boozos it was a beautiful night and with the full moon shining, the lights got turned off on the climbs (not the taillights of course).   It was just me,  the moon,  the road,  and innumerable silhouettes of Saguaro Cacti,  Mesquite, and Ironwood trees.   More than once I could hear Coyotes wailing at the moon just off the road.   It was a  good night and I was glad to have been out and enjoyed it despite the high idiot count.

Roy G Biv

There was a vast rainbow of wildflowers out this morning.  A chill was in the air but not enough to matter,  just enough to lower water consumption.  The desert on all sides was speckled yellow with blossoming brittle brush as I climbed my way over the pass and began to count colors.  Speeding down to the Bush highway the yellow was joined by purple.  What were the purple flowers you ask?  Well I'll tell you....I don't know,  but they were sure pretty to ride alongside as I climbed up the hills of the Bush highway.   After Saguaro lake some very bright fuchsia shaded flowers started popping up here and there as well as some Orange flowers mixed in.  At this point I thought I had seen a lot of color but by the time I had climbed up the Beeline Highway to Sycamore Creek and come back I would find some beautiful cobalt blue flowers to round out our rainbow once I saw the red indian paintbrushes.

It was an absolutely gorgeous day to take a ride out amid the hills and wildflowers.   I woke up late so I missed the Brumby's and the Two Wheel Jones crew but figured I'd do some hills and went back up the Bush Highway to the Beeline and then over to Sycamore Creek and back.  Almost halfway to Payson.   There were a lot of cyclists out but I didn't get to chat anyone up.  Spent most of the ride alone with my thoughts,  the flowers,  the sun,  and the blue blue sky.

Incidentally, the latest news,  I have added another bike to the stable.   I managed to swap a bike I wasn't using with the bike I lent my father  in law many years ago that's been left out in the elements since then.  Why would I want a rusting old 80's era frame?  Well,  for one thing the rust wasn't too bad and mostly on the lugs where a little rust can be afforded.  Two,  those old frames didn't have straight drop outs,  they slanted a little.  Not a full horizontal slot mind you but still a slant giving a fella about 1/2 an inch or so of tensioning room if this said fella managed to take off the back brake, removed the shifters, derailleurs, and rear wheel,  and bolted a fixed gear wheel on.  Yeah it looks a bit ghetto but then again I am not in it to look like a hipster.  I am in it to train the leg muscles for the Grand Canyon hiking I will do later this year.

How will that work you say?  Well, I don't have trouble hiking out of the canyon thanks to those splendid quads cycling gives me but the muscles that slow me down when hiking into the canyon scream bloody murder the next day.  So if pedalling forward strengthens climbing muscles,  maybe, back pedalling to brake on a fixie will work the others.  As of Friday I can say that I am pretty sure I had the same sore muscles from riding the fixed gear as I did in the Canyon so I think the proof of concept is there.  Well see how it pans out.  In the meantime, riding fixed is a blast.

Time to Fleche things out....

Funny you should ask about the title.  Yeah I know,  usually when people make bad puns about that springtime tradition among randonneurs they are probably thinking up a team name or something corny like that.  Well, as it turns out,  despite my telling them that I haven't done a lot of riding lately,  I have been invited to join a team for Arizona's first Fleche.   Seeing as all of the team at this point is Mormon it looks like we are going to be team Mormon Battalion.  Named after that hardy group of folks who are credited with making the longest infantry march in US history as they crossed the southwest on their way to San Diego where they arrived shortly after the Mexican American war had ended dusty but no worse for the wear. 

Huh?  some of you don't know what a Fleche is?  Well,  let me illucidate.  A Fletch is a team event (yes,  Randonneuring does in fact have team events).   It covers at least 360k in 24 hours and at least 3 of the team must finish together.   All the teams arrive at the finish close to the same time and then have breakfast as they discuss their exploits before the time catches up with them and they drift off to exhausted sleep.  For some reason the French decided it has to be around Easter.  So, we have an Easter Bunny and apparently their version is a baggy eyed, sweaty, stinky cyclist.  I don't know why it has to be around Easter.  Perhaps it's an understanding suffering thing?  If so, I far prefer it to the practice of Crucifying oneself, wearing a hairshirt, or making a pilgrimmage on one's knees across I can't walkistan.  Ok, enough on various ways a fella can hurt himself in the name of devotion to something.   Although I suppose Randonneuring does have it's similarities as far as pain and discomfort go at times.