Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Bob and Crew to Assault Six Gaps!!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Three Gaps Down, Three To Go
In the March, 2007 issue of Bicycling Magazine (a shameless publication that often reads more like a manufacturer's catalog than the serious enthusiast's journal it claims to be), there was a breathless headline that read "100 Best Climbs in America (With Maps!!)". As most of you would have done, I ripped the magazine open to the lead article and quickly scanned it for familiar names....prior cycling conquests, if you will. Well, I'm not surprised to say that there was only one climb that I'd experienced ("conquered" would be way too strong- in fact, "survived" might be a better description) and that was on this summer's tour-Grand Teton Pass just outside of Jackson, WY. That is, until yesterday's ride. But first, allow me to set the stage.
One night during this past summer's cross country ride-it could have been in Manitowoc, WI-, I had decided that another dinner buffet was more than I could take and as it happened, Ralph Antolino (a fellow rider) was in a similar frame of mind. So, Ralph and I headed off to take nourishment at a Friday's or Applebee's or some such place. We had a nice leisurely dinner, during which the subject of "what's next" came up. I really hadn't given it a lot of thought, but somehow, the words "Six Gaps" came to mind and without thinking about what I might be getting myself into, I blurted out those words. Ralph locked onto them with the intensity of one of Michael Vick's pit bulls, and before the check was paid, plans were being laid down for Ralph to join me in riding the September, 2007 edition of the fabled Six Gaps Century in Dahlonega, GA.
Oh Ralph, I thought, you must realize that I was just making conversation. Why on earth would I be willing do such a notoriously cruel ride? A century ride with nearly 11,000' of climbing over six mountain passes in the southern Appalachians-well that just wouldn't be prudent. Think back to our days climbing Teton Pass, Continental Divide or Mt Rushmore- none of those days were 100 miles and they all had under 6,000' of climbing and I was in better shape then and I was whining like a little girl with a bee sting when I did those. You think I'm going to do Six Gaps? That was just the Diet Coke talking, my friend.
Well, a few weeks passed and Ralph let me know that he couldn't come to Georgia for Six Gaps (thank you Lord), but that he could be in town in two days and suggested that we do three of the six gaps. To make a long story short, my efforts to steer us to a lovely, sane ride around the lakes were pooh-pooh'ed- Ralph was locking onto Three Gaps.
And so, yesterday, Ralph flew his plane into Habersham County airport, complete with his custom built, carbon fiber Parlee bicycle (code name: "Mariah"). Following a picture perfect landing , he taxied up to my truck and climbed out of the plane wearing the Monex race kit that we often saw him in this summer. Clean shaven, looking fit as ever and wearing his signature ear-to-ear smile, Ralph had arrived and quickly let it be known that he was in no mood for a "lovely lake route"- he wanted something with an edge, something that would make Bicycling's list of the Top 100 Climbs in America. In short- Ralph wanted HOGPEN. (In fact, Hogpen Gap is one of the climbs in "Six Gaps" and is one of the climbs that Bicycling includes in it's top 100. As an aside, Neels Gap is also included in the "Top 100" and in the Six Gaps Century.)
Fast forward to Helen, GA-4:00PM on Wednesday, August 29, 2007. Ralph and I set out to ride Three Gaps-first Hogpen, then Jacks, followed by Unicoi, a 41 mile ride with 4,500 vertical feet of climbing. The skies were partly cloudy, the temperature pegged at a sultry 94 degrees and the humidity was off the charts. After consulting with a trucker in Helen on where we were,
we set off- our spirits high and each of us ready for a "first". In very short order, the climb started and we pressed on the pedals for an hour and a half, ascending Hogpen (2,000' vertical, pitches up to 15% and about 10 miles in total) along the Richard Russell Scenic Byway. The road is aptly named as the scenery, when I could manage to look up, was spectacular. 
Huge views were there for the taking as we'd occasionally be treated to long looks out across the Blue Ridge Mountains. Hogpen is a brute and a leg breaker- but it's a wonderful experience.
At the very top of Hogpen we stopped for a photo op and found that the spot at which we'd stopped was also where the Appalachian trail crosses the road and we could easily see where the trail picked up and then quickly disappeared into the forest. We learned that this stretch of trail (we were about 25 miles from the start of the trail), which runs along the Tennessee Valley Divide- a ridge similar to the Continental Divide- is some of the toughest hiking (perhaps "climbing" is a better description??) to be had on the entire system.
With Hogpen now written into our personal history books (and half of the day's climbing completed), I sensed that a weight had been lifted. The tone of the ride became more high spirited and though we were rained on (poured on is more like it), the following descent and the two remaining gaps seemed to fly by. The scenery continued to dazzle us, the temperature moderated mightily, the road surface was superb and the traffic was light and polite. The ride had become, in Ralph's own words- "Gah-Gah".
We finished our final climb, Unicoi Gap, at 7:30 PM, again crossing the Appalachian Trail. By now, we were quickly losing our daylight and of course both of us had bike tail lights- safely tucked away at home. At this point every car that passed us had its headlights on and we were on an unknown road with at least 10 miles to go. It was time to tuck and roll. The final miles were an E Ticket ride- a howling descent all the way into Helen. Endless switchbacks and just the right amount of downward pitch allowed us to make short work of the final miles and in about 20 minutes we'd finished the ride, pulling up to my truck as twilight settled in on Helen. Yeah baby... that's what we're talking about.
We made the short drive to The Frame's Green Acres where Ralph and I were treated to a fine dinner of grilled salmon, wild rice with toasted almonds, baked asparagus and a tomato/cucumber salsa fresh from Sherry's garden. The three of us stayed up 'til after midnight telling stories of all sorts until finally someone had sense enough to declare it was bedtime. It was a fine day indeed.
This morning we awoke to clear skies. After a nice breakfast, Ralph checked the weather and then we listened in as he filed a flight plan to Asheville, NC where he was planning to visit a client later this morning. Following "load",
refueling and a safety inspection, Ralph carefully wound his way out onto the runway. At about 9:00AM, it was "wheels up" 
and I briefly watched him climb up, turn left twice and then fly directly over the air field. I thought I saw him tip his wings as he flew past, but that could have been him trying to get one last look at Hogpen. I'll have to ask him when he comes back to ride the other three.
Ralph, I can't tell you how much Sherry and I enjoyed having you visit us. I often need to be pushed into trying new things (like Hogpen) and you were just the guy to get me to try it. You are always welcome back at Green Acres. Look forward to riding with you again......
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One night during this past summer's cross country ride-it could have been in Manitowoc, WI-, I had decided that another dinner buffet was more than I could take and as it happened, Ralph Antolino (a fellow rider) was in a similar frame of mind. So, Ralph and I headed off to take nourishment at a Friday's or Applebee's or some such place. We had a nice leisurely dinner, during which the subject of "what's next" came up. I really hadn't given it a lot of thought, but somehow, the words "Six Gaps" came to mind and without thinking about what I might be getting myself into, I blurted out those words. Ralph locked onto them with the intensity of one of Michael Vick's pit bulls, and before the check was paid, plans were being laid down for Ralph to join me in riding the September, 2007 edition of the fabled Six Gaps Century in Dahlonega, GA.
Oh Ralph, I thought, you must realize that I was just making conversation. Why on earth would I be willing do such a notoriously cruel ride? A century ride with nearly 11,000' of climbing over six mountain passes in the southern Appalachians-well that just wouldn't be prudent. Think back to our days climbing Teton Pass, Continental Divide or Mt Rushmore- none of those days were 100 miles and they all had under 6,000' of climbing and I was in better shape then and I was whining like a little girl with a bee sting when I did those. You think I'm going to do Six Gaps? That was just the Diet Coke talking, my friend.
Well, a few weeks passed and Ralph let me know that he couldn't come to Georgia for Six Gaps (thank you Lord), but that he could be in town in two days and suggested that we do three of the six gaps. To make a long story short, my efforts to steer us to a lovely, sane ride around the lakes were pooh-pooh'ed- Ralph was locking onto Three Gaps.
And so, yesterday, Ralph flew his plane into Habersham County airport, complete with his custom built, carbon fiber Parlee bicycle (code name: "Mariah"). Following a picture perfect landing , he taxied up to my truck and climbed out of the plane wearing the Monex race kit that we often saw him in this summer. Clean shaven, looking fit as ever and wearing his signature ear-to-ear smile, Ralph had arrived and quickly let it be known that he was in no mood for a "lovely lake route"- he wanted something with an edge, something that would make Bicycling's list of the Top 100 Climbs in America. In short- Ralph wanted HOGPEN. (In fact, Hogpen Gap is one of the climbs in "Six Gaps" and is one of the climbs that Bicycling includes in it's top 100. As an aside, Neels Gap is also included in the "Top 100" and in the Six Gaps Century.)
Fast forward to Helen, GA-4:00PM on Wednesday, August 29, 2007. Ralph and I set out to ride Three Gaps-first Hogpen, then Jacks, followed by Unicoi, a 41 mile ride with 4,500 vertical feet of climbing. The skies were partly cloudy, the temperature pegged at a sultry 94 degrees and the humidity was off the charts. After consulting with a trucker in Helen on where we were,
we set off- our spirits high and each of us ready for a "first". In very short order, the climb started and we pressed on the pedals for an hour and a half, ascending Hogpen (2,000' vertical, pitches up to 15% and about 10 miles in total) along the Richard Russell Scenic Byway. The road is aptly named as the scenery, when I could manage to look up, was spectacular. 
Huge views were there for the taking as we'd occasionally be treated to long looks out across the Blue Ridge Mountains. Hogpen is a brute and a leg breaker- but it's a wonderful experience.At the very top of Hogpen we stopped for a photo op and found that the spot at which we'd stopped was also where the Appalachian trail crosses the road and we could easily see where the trail picked up and then quickly disappeared into the forest. We learned that this stretch of trail (we were about 25 miles from the start of the trail), which runs along the Tennessee Valley Divide- a ridge similar to the Continental Divide- is some of the toughest hiking (perhaps "climbing" is a better description??) to be had on the entire system.
With Hogpen now written into our personal history books (and half of the day's climbing completed), I sensed that a weight had been lifted. The tone of the ride became more high spirited and though we were rained on (poured on is more like it), the following descent and the two remaining gaps seemed to fly by. The scenery continued to dazzle us, the temperature moderated mightily, the road surface was superb and the traffic was light and polite. The ride had become, in Ralph's own words- "Gah-Gah".
We finished our final climb, Unicoi Gap, at 7:30 PM, again crossing the Appalachian Trail. By now, we were quickly losing our daylight and of course both of us had bike tail lights- safely tucked away at home. At this point every car that passed us had its headlights on and we were on an unknown road with at least 10 miles to go. It was time to tuck and roll. The final miles were an E Ticket ride- a howling descent all the way into Helen. Endless switchbacks and just the right amount of downward pitch allowed us to make short work of the final miles and in about 20 minutes we'd finished the ride, pulling up to my truck as twilight settled in on Helen. Yeah baby... that's what we're talking about.
We made the short drive to The Frame's Green Acres where Ralph and I were treated to a fine dinner of grilled salmon, wild rice with toasted almonds, baked asparagus and a tomato/cucumber salsa fresh from Sherry's garden. The three of us stayed up 'til after midnight telling stories of all sorts until finally someone had sense enough to declare it was bedtime. It was a fine day indeed.
This morning we awoke to clear skies. After a nice breakfast, Ralph checked the weather and then we listened in as he filed a flight plan to Asheville, NC where he was planning to visit a client later this morning. Following "load",
refueling and a safety inspection, Ralph carefully wound his way out onto the runway. At about 9:00AM, it was "wheels up" 
and I briefly watched him climb up, turn left twice and then fly directly over the air field. I thought I saw him tip his wings as he flew past, but that could have been him trying to get one last look at Hogpen. I'll have to ask him when he comes back to ride the other three.Ralph, I can't tell you how much Sherry and I enjoyed having you visit us. I often need to be pushed into trying new things (like Hogpen) and you were just the guy to get me to try it. You are always welcome back at Green Acres. Look forward to riding with you again......
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Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Day Forty Four-That's All Folks!
Day 44-(83 Miles)- Tuesday, July 31, 2007- Niagara Falls, NY to Henrietta, NY
Ride Update: I have now completed my cross country ride of 3,217 miles and have climbed 90,502' through eight states and one Canadian province. As a sidebar, I logged 2,300 miles in July which included seven centuries (+100 miles) and five additional rides over 90 miles.
The ride today went by at light speed. I was joined by the Millers for the entire ride, but saw many of the group along the way. Today's ride itself was pretty boring, but throughout the ride I experienced strong emotions about this incredible experience coming to an end. Do I wish I was going through to New Hampshire with my friends? Of course. I'd give anything to be able to do that. But it is not to be and I've made peace with that. So, I am glad to have finished what I set out to do.
I have enjoyed myself beyond all expectations. The ride has been more than I expected- harder, longer, prettier, and way more fun. Way, way more fun.
I have commented many times about the nearly perfect weather. Today was another day that you'd kill for. I make no apologies for doing this ride in wonderful weather. None whatsoever. And thanks to whomever was responsible.
This group of riders has been extraordinary. I hope I've made friends for life with some of these folks. Maybe we'll meet up again on our bicycles and we'll ride some more. However, I seriously doubt that any other encounter we might have will top this one. I've read people's journals from other rides in which they refer to fellow riders as "family". I thought that was hokey and overly sentimental- and I was sure that I would not feel that way. But I do. We have done things that families do together- we've eaten together, some have shared bedrooms, we've washed clothes together, laughed and fussed at each other, we've done chores as a team, and we've protected each other. If this isn't how families behave, then I don't understand what they do.
So, I'm happy to be at the end of my ride and I'm proud of what I've done. I look forward to reuniting with Sherry on Friday. It's the longest we've ever been apart and I have missed you. I am excited about spending time this week with Ron, Jack, Susie, Sara and Mom. And I also can't wait to see Kelly and meet Rizzy for the first time. And I hope that Erin, Nora, Patrick, Thomas and Courtney will all be ready to have some fun. Finally, I look forward to soon being with Nick and Jon- it's been a while, and I appreciate you guys taking care of the farm while I've been gone.
I want to say a special thanks to the following friends:
Joe, Brian and Brody at Habersham Bikes- thanks for your help in getting me ready for this adventure and for following along through the blog. I'll see you soon. And thanks for keeping Matthew away from the Cervelo.
Danny Short and Keith Campbell- I had lot's of comments from you guys and though a couple were real smart ass comments, you guys helped me to get through some of the tough days. Thanks a bunch and I look forward to seeing you soon.
The Miller Family- Thanks for taking me in and making me "Uncle Bob". I enjoyed the hours we spent together. Michael- keep killing people and eating them- it's the right thing to do.
Derek Miller- You get special thanks for sharing your food/gum, pulling me when I was beat, pushing me up hills, making me laugh, laughing at my stupid jokes and not getting pissed when I said "yeah?". Keep Ole B-1 running and watch out for chain deformities.
Joel and Allison- I really enjoyed riding with you. You guys saved me a couple of times and I appreciate it. And thanks again for lunch at Wolfgang's!! Good luck to Allison- you'll be Dr. Paine in no time.
Ralph- Learned some things from you, man. Thanks again for the book and it's lessons. I enjoyed riding with you and Gerard (gulp!!). September- Six Gaps?? Let me know. Hope Mariah treats you right.
The Three D's- Brett, Jen and Russell- I enjoyed your company so much. You are neat folks and I hope our paths cross again soon. Good luck to you. Love you Jen.
Gary- I wish I'd have gotten to know you sooner, cause you are one funny dude. We'll do some fly fishing in Madison, OK?
Rich- You were the class of the group Rich. One cool dude, for sure. Sorry about stealing Sarah from you a time or two- but what can I say? She was just a sucker for a guy with a faster bike. Take good care of Peaches.
Will - You showed me what a man with infinite patience looks like. Thank you.
Badger Bill- I will never feel guilty again eating donuts or ice cream. And I have you to thank for this. I still dream about the donuts your wife brought. Is there a cure for this?
Marianne- Thanks for making me laugh so many times. But do be careful on the rest of the trip- I don't want you to poke your eye out.
Marilyn- Thanks for showing me what courage looks like. My hat is off to you- nobody on this trip could compare to you.
Ernst - To the Governator- FOUR MORE YEARS!!! I enjoyed riding with you and thanks for making me laugh.
John and Janet- Drafting behind your tandem was a blast. Thanks so much!!
Daco, Bud and Cindy- Though we didn't ride together often, you guys graciously allowed me to suck wheel a couple times- thanks for letting me run with the big dogs!!
Max and Mark- I had some enjoyable times with you guys, but the best was the Google argument. Enjoy the rest of your ride. Max- keep the rubber side down.
And to the ABB staff- I really appreciate the work you did. This was my first supported tour, but I give you high marks for your organization and attention to detail. Thanks for making my trip a reality.
Ride Update: I have now completed my cross country ride of 3,217 miles and have climbed 90,502' through eight states and one Canadian province. As a sidebar, I logged 2,300 miles in July which included seven centuries (+100 miles) and five additional rides over 90 miles.
The ride today went by at light speed. I was joined by the Millers for the entire ride, but saw many of the group along the way. Today's ride itself was pretty boring, but throughout the ride I experienced strong emotions about this incredible experience coming to an end. Do I wish I was going through to New Hampshire with my friends? Of course. I'd give anything to be able to do that. But it is not to be and I've made peace with that. So, I am glad to have finished what I set out to do.
I have enjoyed myself beyond all expectations. The ride has been more than I expected- harder, longer, prettier, and way more fun. Way, way more fun.
I have commented many times about the nearly perfect weather. Today was another day that you'd kill for. I make no apologies for doing this ride in wonderful weather. None whatsoever. And thanks to whomever was responsible.
This group of riders has been extraordinary. I hope I've made friends for life with some of these folks. Maybe we'll meet up again on our bicycles and we'll ride some more. However, I seriously doubt that any other encounter we might have will top this one. I've read people's journals from other rides in which they refer to fellow riders as "family". I thought that was hokey and overly sentimental- and I was sure that I would not feel that way. But I do. We have done things that families do together- we've eaten together, some have shared bedrooms, we've washed clothes together, laughed and fussed at each other, we've done chores as a team, and we've protected each other. If this isn't how families behave, then I don't understand what they do.
So, I'm happy to be at the end of my ride and I'm proud of what I've done. I look forward to reuniting with Sherry on Friday. It's the longest we've ever been apart and I have missed you. I am excited about spending time this week with Ron, Jack, Susie, Sara and Mom. And I also can't wait to see Kelly and meet Rizzy for the first time. And I hope that Erin, Nora, Patrick, Thomas and Courtney will all be ready to have some fun. Finally, I look forward to soon being with Nick and Jon- it's been a while, and I appreciate you guys taking care of the farm while I've been gone.
I want to say a special thanks to the following friends:
Joe, Brian and Brody at Habersham Bikes- thanks for your help in getting me ready for this adventure and for following along through the blog. I'll see you soon. And thanks for keeping Matthew away from the Cervelo.
Danny Short and Keith Campbell- I had lot's of comments from you guys and though a couple were real smart ass comments, you guys helped me to get through some of the tough days. Thanks a bunch and I look forward to seeing you soon.
The Miller Family- Thanks for taking me in and making me "Uncle Bob". I enjoyed the hours we spent together. Michael- keep killing people and eating them- it's the right thing to do.
Derek Miller- You get special thanks for sharing your food/gum, pulling me when I was beat, pushing me up hills, making me laugh, laughing at my stupid jokes and not getting pissed when I said "yeah?". Keep Ole B-1 running and watch out for chain deformities.
Joel and Allison- I really enjoyed riding with you. You guys saved me a couple of times and I appreciate it. And thanks again for lunch at Wolfgang's!! Good luck to Allison- you'll be Dr. Paine in no time.
Ralph- Learned some things from you, man. Thanks again for the book and it's lessons. I enjoyed riding with you and Gerard (gulp!!). September- Six Gaps?? Let me know. Hope Mariah treats you right.
The Three D's- Brett, Jen and Russell- I enjoyed your company so much. You are neat folks and I hope our paths cross again soon. Good luck to you. Love you Jen.
Gary- I wish I'd have gotten to know you sooner, cause you are one funny dude. We'll do some fly fishing in Madison, OK?
Rich- You were the class of the group Rich. One cool dude, for sure. Sorry about stealing Sarah from you a time or two- but what can I say? She was just a sucker for a guy with a faster bike. Take good care of Peaches.
Will - You showed me what a man with infinite patience looks like. Thank you.
Badger Bill- I will never feel guilty again eating donuts or ice cream. And I have you to thank for this. I still dream about the donuts your wife brought. Is there a cure for this?
Marianne- Thanks for making me laugh so many times. But do be careful on the rest of the trip- I don't want you to poke your eye out.
Marilyn- Thanks for showing me what courage looks like. My hat is off to you- nobody on this trip could compare to you.
Ernst - To the Governator- FOUR MORE YEARS!!! I enjoyed riding with you and thanks for making me laugh.
John and Janet- Drafting behind your tandem was a blast. Thanks so much!!
Daco, Bud and Cindy- Though we didn't ride together often, you guys graciously allowed me to suck wheel a couple times- thanks for letting me run with the big dogs!!
Max and Mark- I had some enjoyable times with you guys, but the best was the Google argument. Enjoy the rest of your ride. Max- keep the rubber side down.
And to the ABB staff- I really appreciate the work you did. This was my first supported tour, but I give you high marks for your organization and attention to detail. Thanks for making my trip a reality.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Day Forty Three-Preparing to Dismount
Day 43- (0 Miles)- Monday, July 30, 2007- Niagara Falls, NY- Rest Day
Up at 4:30 AM, polished off my laundry by 5:15AM, early breakfast, cleaned the bike by 10:00AM. It's now 10:17 AM and I'm bored, but the tourist things hold no interest for me. Guess I'm really ready to dismount and stick a landing in Henrietta tomorrow.
I wandered around the falls with my dinner partners last night 'til about 10:30PM. While it was still light out we walked along the river, upstream from the falls and I was in awe of the power of the river.
After a cool and refreshing ice cream treat, we ambled on over to the falls. As dutiful tourists, we ooh'ed and ahh'ed at the lighted up falls and at the fireworks display, 
but a little of that goes an incredibly long way. Just prior to that I captured a photo of Mike releasing a helium balloon-his gift to the visitors at Niagara Falls- he's generous in that way.
It's now after 8:00PM and bedtime is not far off. The day was a real bore and I'm really ready to blow this pop stand. Bring on the final verse- I'm ready to sing.
Up at 4:30 AM, polished off my laundry by 5:15AM, early breakfast, cleaned the bike by 10:00AM. It's now 10:17 AM and I'm bored, but the tourist things hold no interest for me. Guess I'm really ready to dismount and stick a landing in Henrietta tomorrow.
I wandered around the falls with my dinner partners last night 'til about 10:30PM. While it was still light out we walked along the river, upstream from the falls and I was in awe of the power of the river.
After a cool and refreshing ice cream treat, we ambled on over to the falls. As dutiful tourists, we ooh'ed and ahh'ed at the lighted up falls and at the fireworks display, 
but a little of that goes an incredibly long way. Just prior to that I captured a photo of Mike releasing a helium balloon-his gift to the visitors at Niagara Falls- he's generous in that way. 
It's now after 8:00PM and bedtime is not far off. The day was a real bore and I'm really ready to blow this pop stand. Bring on the final verse- I'm ready to sing.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Day Forty Two-Back in the US of A
Day 42- (72 Miles)- Sunday, July 29, 2007- Brantford, ONT to Niagara Falls, NY (571')
Ride Update: I have ridden 3,137 miles (97% of the total) and climbed 87,852'. I have one day/80 miles remaining.
Note: My email is back up. Sorry for any inconvenience.
Interesting day. After a fitful night's sleep (I was awake from 1:30-3:00AM), and a relatively late start, I departed from breakfast alone. The morning was cool and clear and the day held that way until mid afternoon, when things finally warmed up- but not uncomfortably so. Within a few miles from the Echo Restaurant's breakfast buffet,
I heard riders approaching me and I turned to see Big Ralph and Gerard coming by. I decided to play with the big boys (these two are among the elite riders on our tour and have some impressive cycling accomplishments to their credit) and stomped on the gas, quickly falling in behind Gerard. I have ridden with both of these fine guys before and enjoy their company, but I had serious doubts as to how long I could even draft behind them. I knew full well that getting in front to pull would lead to a catastrophic melt down, so I dutifully paid homage by staying in the slipstream. That turned out to take a heroic effort on my part.
In a mile or so we were joined by John from Minnesota, who is a strong rider, but still not in the same league as our big boys. With John aboard, Ralph and Gerard taxied down the country road and in short order, lifted off-two abreast- into a brisk headwind. The wind blew the rest of the day and in spite of being in the draft, the boys hammered me into the ground- cruising along at 19 up the hills, 20-24 on the flats and who knows how fast downhill. For 35 miles, I scrapped to stay on Gerard's wheel. The hardest part came early on, as I struggled to get warmed up (I find this can take an hour or more). The middle part of the ride was the easiest for me as I finally warmed up and got reasonably comfortable. Then my comfort level began to decay, and by the sag at mile 35, I was crying "Uncle". With no real regrets, I tendered my resignation and waited for a more moderate group to join.
While waiting for a group to materialize, I was standing next to my bike, talking to a staffer and we both heard a hissing sound. In two shakes of a lambs tail, we had the noise pinned down to the Habersham Bicycle TCR Giant, that I call mine. It was my second flat of the day and with some fine help from Mike Miller, we stripped that boy down to the essentials, and had it roadworthy lickety split.
My group finally appeared-and a familiar group it was- the Millers, Gary, Max and Mark, and the Paines. Unfortunately, within a few miles we had trouble holding the group together and quickly began to lose people off the front and back.
After Derek's chain disintegrated, Joel, Allison and I formed an alliance and held that formation all the way to the Falls. Just before crossing back into the US, Joel announced that he was buying my lunch- and not just any lunch. We got a patio table at Wolfgang Pucks- for some "real food", as Allison called it. After a wonderful lunch, we jooked our way through the traffic, 
stopped for the obligatory pics at the falls- always a treat- and then inched our way across the Rainbow Bridge- our re-entry to the U.S.
Today marks the end of our fifth leg- a modest one by previous standards with only six days, 495 miles and 7300' of climbing. And with the close of this leg, we found ourselves saying goodbye to six riders- several of whom I have had the pleasure of spending a fair amount of time. We are losing Topper, Lois, Bud, Sarah, Allison, and Dave. I will miss all of them, but some have become good buds and I wish they'd have postponed this for a couple of days. I especially want to wish Allison Paine good fortunes as she starts medical school at UC Irvine in a couple of weeks. This is a really smart young lady with unlimited potential who, so far, has always been right. Good Luck Allison-I'll miss riding with you!!
Ride Update: I have ridden 3,137 miles (97% of the total) and climbed 87,852'. I have one day/80 miles remaining.
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Interesting day. After a fitful night's sleep (I was awake from 1:30-3:00AM), and a relatively late start, I departed from breakfast alone. The morning was cool and clear and the day held that way until mid afternoon, when things finally warmed up- but not uncomfortably so. Within a few miles from the Echo Restaurant's breakfast buffet,
I heard riders approaching me and I turned to see Big Ralph and Gerard coming by. I decided to play with the big boys (these two are among the elite riders on our tour and have some impressive cycling accomplishments to their credit) and stomped on the gas, quickly falling in behind Gerard. I have ridden with both of these fine guys before and enjoy their company, but I had serious doubts as to how long I could even draft behind them. I knew full well that getting in front to pull would lead to a catastrophic melt down, so I dutifully paid homage by staying in the slipstream. That turned out to take a heroic effort on my part.In a mile or so we were joined by John from Minnesota, who is a strong rider, but still not in the same league as our big boys. With John aboard, Ralph and Gerard taxied down the country road and in short order, lifted off-two abreast- into a brisk headwind. The wind blew the rest of the day and in spite of being in the draft, the boys hammered me into the ground- cruising along at 19 up the hills, 20-24 on the flats and who knows how fast downhill. For 35 miles, I scrapped to stay on Gerard's wheel. The hardest part came early on, as I struggled to get warmed up (I find this can take an hour or more). The middle part of the ride was the easiest for me as I finally warmed up and got reasonably comfortable. Then my comfort level began to decay, and by the sag at mile 35, I was crying "Uncle". With no real regrets, I tendered my resignation and waited for a more moderate group to join.
While waiting for a group to materialize, I was standing next to my bike, talking to a staffer and we both heard a hissing sound. In two shakes of a lambs tail, we had the noise pinned down to the Habersham Bicycle TCR Giant, that I call mine. It was my second flat of the day and with some fine help from Mike Miller, we stripped that boy down to the essentials, and had it roadworthy lickety split.
My group finally appeared-and a familiar group it was- the Millers, Gary, Max and Mark, and the Paines. Unfortunately, within a few miles we had trouble holding the group together and quickly began to lose people off the front and back.
After Derek's chain disintegrated, Joel, Allison and I formed an alliance and held that formation all the way to the Falls. Just before crossing back into the US, Joel announced that he was buying my lunch- and not just any lunch. We got a patio table at Wolfgang Pucks- for some "real food", as Allison called it. After a wonderful lunch, we jooked our way through the traffic, 
stopped for the obligatory pics at the falls- always a treat- and then inched our way across the Rainbow Bridge- our re-entry to the U.S.Today marks the end of our fifth leg- a modest one by previous standards with only six days, 495 miles and 7300' of climbing. And with the close of this leg, we found ourselves saying goodbye to six riders- several of whom I have had the pleasure of spending a fair amount of time. We are losing Topper, Lois, Bud, Sarah, Allison, and Dave. I will miss all of them, but some have become good buds and I wish they'd have postponed this for a couple of days. I especially want to wish Allison Paine good fortunes as she starts medical school at UC Irvine in a couple of weeks. This is a really smart young lady with unlimited potential who, so far, has always been right. Good Luck Allison-I'll miss riding with you!!
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Day Forty One-Cruisin' Through Ontario
Day 41- (64 Miles)- Saturday, July 28, 2007- London, ONT to Brantford, ONT (692')
Ride Update: I have ridden 3,065 miles (95% of the total) and climbed 86,202'. I have 152 miles/2 days remaining.
I can hear the sand running through the hour glass. With three days remaining (two ride days and a rest day in Niagara Falls), I am beginning to think about returning to LBTR - Life Before The Ride. And, as I expected, there are lots of emotions running round my head. I miss my family, Buck (our sweetheart Golden Retriever) and having a truck to run around in.
I look forward to home cooked meals that do not require a coupon, sign-in sheet or any LS (Line Standing). On the other hand, riding every day has become "what I do" and, as much as I thought otherwise, I have grown attached to my "family" on the road. Not all of them, but quite a few, are pretty cool cats, and I will miss being with them, facing the challenges of the road. This has been an incredible experience and I recommend it to anyone who's ever thought about it. It ain't perfect by a mile, but it has been a very special experience for me.
Today's route was not so special- the scenery was more rolling hills through Ontario farm country- corn, tobacco and ginseng appear to be the crops of choice. However, the group I joined worked together well and we formed a nice pace line, double when we could do so safely, and we motored along at a smart clip. The mood was light and we all worked hard to keep the chuckle factor high. We played well together.
As we have come to expect, the weather pattern did not fail to delight. Highs in the low 80's, clear skies, just a bit of humidity and very tolerable winds. I think our ride leader feels as though we should only get partial credit for our ride across country, since we've not faced the worst that's possible. I say- pound sand- rather be lucky than good. By the way, there's another America By Bicycle tour going cross country along a more central route and we hear they're getting pounded by rain. Better them.
Yesterday I got a lesson in Canadian money. They have one dollar pieces that have a picture of a Loon (a bird) on them. They're referred to as "Loonies". The two dollar pieces, which are a bit larger are referred to as....anyone?...anyone?.....they're called "Toonies". So you've got your loonies and you've got your toonies. Canadians apparently have the time to do things like this. Aren't they just cute as hell?
Speaking of all things Canadian, I've got another one. How about "Live Bait Vending Machines"? I didn't think so either, but I have by God seen one-picture submitted for your approval. Let's just pray they never lose power, shall we? This is a picture of Michael Miller who's pointing out that they dispense, not just worms, but "SPAWN" also. Got yer chilled spawn right here people. Life is good, eh?
Ride Update: I have ridden 3,065 miles (95% of the total) and climbed 86,202'. I have 152 miles/2 days remaining.
I can hear the sand running through the hour glass. With three days remaining (two ride days and a rest day in Niagara Falls), I am beginning to think about returning to LBTR - Life Before The Ride. And, as I expected, there are lots of emotions running round my head. I miss my family, Buck (our sweetheart Golden Retriever) and having a truck to run around in.
I look forward to home cooked meals that do not require a coupon, sign-in sheet or any LS (Line Standing). On the other hand, riding every day has become "what I do" and, as much as I thought otherwise, I have grown attached to my "family" on the road. Not all of them, but quite a few, are pretty cool cats, and I will miss being with them, facing the challenges of the road. This has been an incredible experience and I recommend it to anyone who's ever thought about it. It ain't perfect by a mile, but it has been a very special experience for me.Today's route was not so special- the scenery was more rolling hills through Ontario farm country- corn, tobacco and ginseng appear to be the crops of choice. However, the group I joined worked together well and we formed a nice pace line, double when we could do so safely, and we motored along at a smart clip. The mood was light and we all worked hard to keep the chuckle factor high. We played well together.
As we have come to expect, the weather pattern did not fail to delight. Highs in the low 80's, clear skies, just a bit of humidity and very tolerable winds. I think our ride leader feels as though we should only get partial credit for our ride across country, since we've not faced the worst that's possible. I say- pound sand- rather be lucky than good. By the way, there's another America By Bicycle tour going cross country along a more central route and we hear they're getting pounded by rain. Better them.
Yesterday I got a lesson in Canadian money. They have one dollar pieces that have a picture of a Loon (a bird) on them. They're referred to as "Loonies". The two dollar pieces, which are a bit larger are referred to as....anyone?...anyone?.....they're called "Toonies". So you've got your loonies and you've got your toonies. Canadians apparently have the time to do things like this. Aren't they just cute as hell?
Speaking of all things Canadian, I've got another one. How about "Live Bait Vending Machines"? I didn't think so either, but I have by God seen one-picture submitted for your approval. Let's just pray they never lose power, shall we? This is a picture of Michael Miller who's pointing out that they dispense, not just worms, but "SPAWN" also. Got yer chilled spawn right here people. Life is good, eh?
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