Asheville To Roanoke 2011

This is becoming a tradition,  somewhat of a habit, but definitely a tradition.  I look forward to this tradition,  just me out there cruising.  You can read last year's account by clicking here.

Day 1:

The trip almost didn't happen.  The weather was iffy, and I got some sort of intestinal virus the week before, leaving me a bit weak.  But when I started feeling better and the weather looked promising, I decided to go for it.
I didn't get to leave until Wednesday morning this year.  I would miss thanksgiving dinner, but I like leftovers so, I was not worried.

 I bid the family goodbye and headed out of the driveway.  Through the woods and onto the Blue Ridge Parkway, a left turn and heading north.  The skies were overcast, the air slightly damp but warm.  With the forecast calling for sunny skies by afternoon, I was looking forward to riding this ribbon of pavement around the Blue Ridge Mountains for just under 300 miles. 

 I had swapped out my knobby tires on my Cannondale Caffeine for some 700c slicks...the same tires I rode last year. I was excited to try this new set-up and in my search for an all around bikepacking/touring bike, I had a good feeling about this one. 
Climbing up the parkway, I remembered to assume my touring pace,  slow, spinny, and just a grind.  I enjoy going fast and pushing my limits, but on this kind of ride, distance is the limit to push, not speed.  As I wound up, I left the warm air of the valley, and stopped to pull out some layers.  I continued climbing and was a little more worried as I observed the clouds thickening, not thinning.  This was not looking good, but it was not bad enough to turn back. 

 After a while though, the sun disappeared and I rode into more powerful wind, whipping around the peaks and pounding the ridge line.  I kept pedaling,  warm enough for now from the exertion, but also concerned about the other side of Craggy.   I knew that I would be fully exposed to the brunt force of the cold wind. 

 I decided that if it got bad enough I could either turn around and head back down, or find a slab of rock to hide behind, crawl into my sleeping bag and wait out the storm.  For now though I kept riding.  Once I finally went through the tunnel before Craggy, there was no view due to the clouds.  Ignorantly, I was counting on the clouds to clear up, and the sun to come out.   I stopped to fill up on water, and continued on.  For the next several hours I was faced with long descents, bone chilling moisture, and howling winds.  I would find out later that 60mph winds were recorded in the area.

I was ok when climbing, but as soon as there was a decent, I was shaking, almost uncontrollably.  At one point some giant white snowflakes fell from the cold gray sky, and all I could think of was how the hobbits and friends felt on the side of that wretched mountain in the middle of the snowstorm. 

I managed to stay in control of the bike,  my fingers and toes were numb, and I could think of nothing other than making it to the other side of Mt Mitchell,  clinging to the hope that the weather would improve.....

 It never did.  The sun sort of came out, but then disappeared again.  I was still cold, and as I rounded the bend after crossing Hwy 80,  I could see storm clouds stretching to Boone and beyond. 

After 55 ish miles, I did the only sensible thing and pulled the plug on the day.  I rode to my friend's house in Little Switzerland, happy to have a warm dry place to hole up for the night,  but bummed at not reaching my goal for the day.  I had planned to ride approx 90 miles per day this year, and not have any epic days.  My plans were foiled, and having ridden through this storm was about all of epic that I wanted on this trip. 

I was not feeling good.

It was nice to enjoy a sunset from inside as I ate my freeze dried dinner.   I decided to try to make up some of the mileage on Thursday.  It meant that I would need to ride at least 120 miles to get back on track.  In my head, I was sure I could do it.

Day 2

 Up before the crack of dawn and riding as the first red glow lit the horizon.  I enjoy this time of day on the bike.  A new day, a new hope of things to come.  I was excited about pushing my limits and going the distance, but at the same time I held a steady pace knowing that if I pushed too hard now, I would pay for it later.  

 I wasn't quite feeling great despite having slept well.  The cold saps the body of valuable strength, not to mention the metal toll and energy required to fight through a storm like I fought through yesterday.  I was optimistic though,  I told myself to keep spinning,  promised myself that I would feel better if I would just keep spinning and enjoy the view. 

 During the ride yesterday, I started having issues with my IT band.  I had to stop several times to adjust the seat, and then took some more time that night to fine tune it.  This morning, it was off and on, and had me concerned.  When a part of the body is ailing, the rest of the body has to make up for it, and this can be draining.  I continued riding and had to stop several times to make minor adjustments. 

 The skies were clear but the temps were cold, really cold.  I was again managing to stay warm but knew that valuable energy was being drained due to my body keeping itself warm.  After stopping in Pineola, for a bacon, egg and cheese on a homemade yeast roll, I continued on.  It wasn't until 35 miles into the day, that it warmed up enough to take some layers off.  I was still feeling tired and sluggish though.  But, there was nothing to do, but keep going.

 Over the via duct and through the Blowing Rock area.  I continued pedaling and was not feeling any better. About 60 miles into the day, I started formulating plans to bail.  To make the call for Rhonda to come pick me up.  At this point, she had already arrived in Roanoke and it would be a long haul to come pick me up.  I looked at the map and tried to figure out the quickest way to an interstate.  There was none.  The quickest way was up the parkway.  Around mile 55 , I got off the Parkway at Deep Gap to find a store to refill on water.  This is a crossroads and there was nothing but some old warehouses, and some houses.  I was in a quandary.  I decided the best thing to do was to approach a nice looking log house and ask for some water.  There were several cars in the driveway and it appeared that a family was having Thanksgiving dinner. 

A middle aged man cautiously opened the door and asked if he could help me.  I explained what I was doing and what I needed.   Just inside the door was a sink and he told me I could fill up there.  As I filled my water container, I noticed that he held his right arm behind his back.  As we made small talk and even as he closed the door, I continued to observe that he still held his arm behind his back....I assumed he was ready to take me out if I tried something funny,  I had not such intentions, but I can't blame a man for protecting his property!

At this point in my journey, knowing of an upcoming detour off of the parkway, I decided to make an early detour, hoping to avoid any undue climbing.  I was able to pedal, but I was moving so sluggishly that I did not want to waste any energy on any more parkway climbs.  I headed towards the town of West Jefferson, I'm not sure what I was hoping to find there, but I headed there.  It was on the way to Sparta, NC, which is where the detour would eventually lead.  I had intended to make it 30 miles past Sparta for the day.  That goal faded with every pedal stroke. 

Once I ground my way into W Jefferson, I estimated that I had another 30-35 miles to Sparta.  I stopped and bought a coke, looked at the pre packaged food in the gas station fridge, then headed out.  I sat for a spell in the sun, letting myself bake, and considering my options.  I was not ready to throw in the towel yet, and I still had 5 hrs of daylight.  If I could make it back to the Parkway around the detour, I would ride the remaining 15 miles in the dark.  I had lights and was prepared to do so. 

After finishing my Coke, I once again headed north on some state highways.  I was not down in the valley and the riding was fairly flat with a couple of short climbs.  Traffic was courteous and the miles clicked by.  With 15 miles left to go, I was done and was willing to pay someone for a ride to Sparta.  There was quite a bit of traffic but there was no way to let a person know I wanted a ride.  I didn't want to waist time standing by the road with my thumb out and risk having to ride the rest of the way in the dark.  So, I did what I have learned works,  kept spinning. 

Hours later, I dragged myself into the sleepy town of Sparta.  I was done.  I looked around for a church and considered curling up behind it and sleeping.  I finally decided to head to the local hotel and decide if it looked appealing.  As I rode up to the Allegheny Inn, I was surprised that it looked kind of fancy.  I pulled in to the parking lot, went inside and asked for a price.  I went back outside and called Rhonda.  The price was a little high and we talked about a rescue.  I went back in and told the clerk thanks but no thanks.  The kind clerk offered me a better price.  I called Rhonda back and decided that for less than the cost of the round trip to rescue me, I could rent the room, rest and eat, then ride north for a closer rescue in the morning.   I rented the room.

Gas station pizza never tasted so good.  And that pint of Mayfield Moose tracks was divine!!  And topped off with Country Music Television?   Was I in heaven? or simply delirious?

Dinner in the Hotel

Day 3:
After staying up way too late watching Swamp People on the History Channel,  I allowed myself to sleep in until 5:30 am.  I was feeling ok and grits and Starbuck Via was on the menu.  I took a picture of my pump up session before I walked out the door into what would be below freezing temps for the first 30 miles.....I was glad that I had not camped out.

 I rode the 7 miles to the parkway only to find that I had gotten back on the parkway too soon.  It was still closed.  Instead of adding another 7 miles to my day, I took a chance and rode.  It was a beautiful clear day, but really freaking cold.  I had anticipated warmer weather, and after 2 hours of still freezing temps, I stopped to get some heavier gloves and add a layer.  Feeling much warmer I continued on my journey.  I ate and drank, attempting to keep up with the calories that I was burning. 

 The scenery was awesome and there was little to no wind.  A refreshing change from 2 days ago.  I could still feel the pain of riding in those conditions.

Crossing the NC/VA state line

The heavily frosted terrain.

 35 ish miles into the day, I rolled into Fancy Gap and pulled up to the local diner.  I took a moment to thaw out front and remove some layers.  I made small talk with a few customers coming and going, then went inside, eager to eat.  It reminded me of a scene out of the wild west where the dusty old cowboy, obviously from out of town walks into the saloon.  For a split second, everything is slow motion and silent as every customer in the packed room takes a look at the dude who just walked through the door.  After a quick assessment that this is no ordinary dude,  everyone returns to their food and conversation.  Throughout the visit though, the cowboy catches glimpses of locals eyeballing him over their menus and through their glasses.

As I walked through the door, for a split second, it seemed like slow motion.  Then I bellied up to the bar, placed my order and drank coffee.

This my friend, is breakfast!!

 

 

 When the food came, it was easy to dig in. I savored every bite and resolved not to rush through it so that I could hit the road again.  There was plenty of time for riding,  right now, I was eating.   As I ate, customers came and went.  Then came Carroll.  He introduced himself and showed me his license.  The guy was hilarious and friendly.

Proud retired vet with a license, and an NRA hat!

 After some more small talk and bantering, it was time to hit the road.  The temps had warmed and I was feeling good.  With another 90 miles to Roanoke and 10 miles through town once I got there, I was ready to see what my legs would do.  So I pedaled, and pedaled some more.

 I soaked in the sights and pondered life.  I considered what I had been through in the past 2 yrs and where I was now.  I decided that I am content.  I am peaceful with a burning rage inside that wants to see this world and my community be a better place, and I am willing to do my part in reaching that goal.  And then I pedaled some more!

I raced this guy.

Then followed this guy.

 The miles ticked by, I tried not to look at the time. But I was continuously calculating, watching the miles go by and watching the sun pass overhead.  Every minute that went by, I was more hopeful that I would not have to call for rescue.  I was wondering if I would in fact be able to ride 130 miles with a fully loaded bike.  At times I would begin to hammer, trying to make better time, but then I had to remind myself to slow down and spin.   And that is what I did, until finally, I could see Roanoke in the valley below. 

I dropped down into the valley and back up the mountain.  I looked at the sun slowly sinking towards the horizon.  I glanced repeatedly at my watch, calculating and re-calculating.  I knew that if I didn't bonk or have a mechanical, I would make it shortly after sunset.  I ate, drank and spun the pedals.  Down the mountain and into town feeling strong and pedaling hard.  I started to feel dizzy and slowed the pace.  Around the mall, past the airport, through the tunnel and into the in-laws neighborhood. I rolled into the driveway as darkness closed around.  I unclipped and stood in the darkness for a moment.  I had made it. I had overcome a huge obstacle, persevered and made my goal.  I soaked it in before going into the house.  It was a  hard journey, one of the toughest trips on a bike.  I rarely call for back up and had come very close to a rescue on this one.  But in the end, I kept my eyes on the goal and finished. Not only finished but rode 130 miles in one day,  10 hrs,  a personal record.   It felt good.  No, it felt great!!

I look forward to next year!

Big Creek

Nolan and I drove up to Bent Creek Gap and mounted our bikes for the grind up the parkway to the top of Big Creek. The day was warm and the views were plentiful. As we wound our way up the mountain, we talked about a lot of different stuff, but mostly enjoyed the ride, and the company.

Nolan had never been to Big Creek and I had been there once before. We dropped in and railed it, as fast as we could with our limited downhill skills. The rhodo tunnels, the ridgeline, the warm day, and the creek cascading at the bottom made for a magical day. I commented that indians once roamed through here. When Nolan asked why, I commented: " Because they could". I let my imagination run wild and pictured a native american village perched amongst the trees on the gently sloping hill side. I could see the smoke from the fires rising gently in the morning sun. The kids running around playing some ancient form of tag, screams piercing the otherwise still air.

The creek was a perfect place to do some bike adjustments and take it all in, it was one of those days, one where a person wants to sit on a rock, to become a rock, and just be there. It was a good day.

We decided to hike our bikes up Spencer Branch and ride down Spencer Gap before heading back up to the truck. The last time I hiked up this trail was with Jeremy of Mountain Goat Epics. The last time was also with a single speed.

It was a good day to be out there, to share it with a friend, to experience another day in the woods....to be.

The Woods

I took a walk in the woods.  I'm unmotivated to ride my bike lately,  unmotivated in general.  It has something to do with the holidays and broken family relationships.  Dealing with it, keeping my head up, moving forward.  It takes effort, its tiring.  But, its worth it. 

As I was walking, I looked to the left down into the little valley.  I started walking then stopped and backed up a couple of steps.  It looked like the brownish gray of a white tail deer, but it was motionless, not even the flick of the tail.  I stood still, watching, wondering if it was real or a target used for practice.  I have no idea how much time went by as we each stood motionless.  Probably less than a minute, but the moment will last forever in my mind. 

The deer finally moved, turned his head and revealed a nice 6 point rack.  It was a thing of beauty,  then the tail flicked up showing up bright white against the leafy back drop.  The buck slowly strutted away from me, head held high. 

As the animals of the woods prepare themselves for the coming winter months,  my fellow humans are scurrying around doing the same,  only with the added pressure of things like road rage and families outlandish expectations. 

Take the time to stand still and soak up your surroundings.  You can do it in your own living room, back yard or out in the woods, simple.

Tooth Fairy

The kid pulled his own tooth.  After a week of working on it, he wrapped a piece of dental floss around it and yanked on it.  The surprise and excitement that ensued was such that he first screamed in delight, jumped up and down and then burst into tears!! 

It has been a long time since I have allowed myself to become so emotional about something.  It would do us all some good to break that shell that life has caused us to build around ourselves,  the safety of the protection, while a good thing can also be harmful.  

Laurel - Pilot

My friends took me on a big ride and all I brought back was this lousy photo

It was a perfect day for riding in the woods and I kind of forgot that I had a camera.  When I did remember, I was too busy hanging on to the fully rigid single speed.  Lame I know, but there you have it. 

I agreed to meet Chris and Nolan at 8:30am at the Laurel Trailhead.  Justin came along too.  The plan was to take a leisurely pace up the mountain, and the ride down Pilot to loop back to the cars.   Chris, being the big bad endurance racer that he is, parked at Fishermans' bridge and met us up the hill.   We rode up, making jokes, laughing, making fun of each other, like good friends do.  The leaves are mostly fallen from the trees, and the views are amazing.  Not to mention the temps around 50 and all my stresses were left back at the trailhead. 

I opted to ride my fully ridgid, 26 er single speed, just for fun.  It was fun and helped me really appreciate my Siren, big wheels and suspension.  I don't think I'll be riding this bike on any big adventures, but it will be really fun for short rides. 

After dropping back down to the gravel road ,  a pseudo race developed and it was all good till I got the jump on Nolan, passing on the inside.  He then proceeded to shift his gears, and up the pace,  Chris and Justin falling in behind him, leaving me spun out. 

Next time....

Ramblin

Saturday, I got out for a ride with Liberty Bike's Kevin Hessler.  He showed me a route that was new to me and if I had to replicate it, I would not be able to.  After riding pavement, we ended up riding a couple of gravel roads, before heading up Beaucatcher Mtn.  

Some leaves are still hanging on.

 One of the coolest things about this ride is that Kevin was hit by a pick up truck several weeks ago.  It was painful to watch him recover and I'm really glad that he is able to ride again. 

Beaucatcher 

We ended the ride by winding through the Kenilworth neighborhood, and then parting ways.  It was a great ride at a leisurely pace, and since I am lacking motivation, it was perfect. 

After getting home I loaded up the mountain bikes and took the kid for a spin at the new Richmond Hill trails.  If you have not been, go.  The place is pretty cool. 

Change

 With the leaves changing, the seasons changing, the training changing, I decided to take a route that I had not yet taken, and on the the single speed CX bike to boot.   I headed south on the parkway, following the Liberty: Thursday night road ride route, winding through the fields, until I reached N Mills River rd, where I took a right to head into the woods.  Grinding down the pavement with a 39x19 was not too bad.  I set an easy spin and got to Wash Creek Rd and took a right to head up to Bent Creek Gap.  The climb was better than I thought it would be, it seems that my legs have finally come back from their post Stage Race vacation.  I was pleasantly surprised when a truck coming down the road stopped to let me by, then offer me some water.   Good people! 
At the top, I stopped to eat my homemade ride krispy treat that I had brought for this monumental moment.  I savored the sights; bright leaves, blue bird sky, perfect temps,  relished the smells; leaves, dirt, sun on skin.  Then I took a left and headed down hill.  It was a little sketchy, my brakes/hoods angles are not set up for dirt road decents....

 I made it to the bottom safely and considered taking a right on South Ridge Road, but decided to leave that for another day.  Instead I headed on down to Campground connector, past the lake and the up Hardtimes road back onto the parkway.  The parkway was crowded with leaf gazers, but everyone gave me plenty of room, which was really cool. 

40 miles later, I got back home, legs tired but feeling like they could keep going if I had a big sandwich to eat!  But I didn't, so I went home, had some leftovers and played with the kid.

Stage 5

 Another day in the saddle.  Today's stage is my favorite, and while not easy, it seems to flow more than the other stages.  After getting through all of the creek crossings.  Maybe the frozen toes distract from some of the pain, or possibly I am more familiar with this side of the range.

The gun went off for the 6ish mile pavement ride to Turkey Pen.  When we hit Hwy280, we stepped on the gas, up and over the first steep climb, I was able to hang on and make the selection in the lead pack of about 20 elite riders.  Free ride for me. 

Up and into the woods, winding twisting, ridding 99% of the downhill was an accomplishment for me.  In and out of the river and finally to the 5015 climb.  200yrds up and the climb and Jason reeled me in.  I knew then that I had enough to finish strong and hopefully beat last year's time.  We chatted for a bit, and I decided not to play mind games and just let him know that I was not going to attack.  The rest of the climb was more laid back and relaxed.  And it was nice to have someone to chat with.

The wife and kid at the aid station at Yellow Gap, re-fill on water and head up Laurel Mtn Trail.  I had forgotten my HRM strap and was operating off of PRE ( perceived rate of exertion) and it seemed to be working well.   I just settled in and spun the pedals.  Up and over the mountain, down Pilot Rock Trail, I could hear the horn and people yelling below.  Zig zagging back and forth down the switchbacks, riding some dabbing some, keeping it safe.  At the Humvee section, the crowd yelled, I heard my name,  I smelled perfume..... I made it to the bottom, leaning into a boulder but no touching the ground with my foot.  I'll give myself a 99.9% !

The wife and kid were a little ways down, hiking up to see the action.  A brief stop to say hey, then on down the mountain. 

Gravel road, paved road, gravel road, Club Gap, Avery Creek....I think,  then down the gravel to the last aid station at the Horse Stables.  Time to grind.  Some Coke and Fritos as I hit the first steep, then it was on.  I pinned it the rest of the way, using up everything that I had.  The air was cool enough that I didn't have to worry about overheating.  As I spun my way up the mountain, I reminisced about the friends new and old, my progress in riding, and lots of other things that had happened this week. 

It was a tough week and I had endured.  I was also able to ride faster than last year, which is a huge accomplishment!! 

Time to start training for next year!

Stage 4

 

Today was going to hurt.  39 miles with 8000 ft of climbing would hurt on a road ride, throw in some boulders, roots, stream crossings and black bears and its really gonna hurt.

After dropping the kid off at school, I took of to the start and made it with 20 minutes to spare.  I got changed and lined up.  Knowing that today was going to start with lots of climbing leading to a 45 minute hike a bike, I took it easy.

After 2 hrs I made it to the first rest stop.  At this point, Jason, who was fighting to get 5th back passed me. We yo yoed a couple of times and he finally got a gap and I didn't see him until the finish.

There is so much going through my head right now, the pain, wanting to give up, thinking of bailing out, hanging in there, enjoying the ride,  having a blast, dreading the race etc.  I ran through the whole gammut of emotions today.

But, when I turned onto Clawhammer then to Maxwell,  I knew that I had ridden within my limits today.  I was able to step on the gas and crank up the climb to the last decent.  That felt good.

It felt even better that I beat last year's time by approximately 14 minutes!!   

Tomorrow Stage 5: Transylvania Loop    42 miles  6200 feet of climbing!

Stage 3

It was nice only having to drive 20 minutes to the start of today's stage, located in North Mills River.  I addition, the start was scheduled later at 11 am. After dropping the kid off at school, I went back home, had some more coffee, ate some food, then headed out to the race. 

After warming up, I headed over to the start line.  I really wanted to take it easy today, and save it for Friday, but that was not going to happen.  The gun went off, and after the short neutral start, we were back to racing.  I followed wheels up Wash Creek Rd until the turn on Spencer then went my own pace.   There were plenty of people for the climb and at the top before dropping down Spencer Gap, Jason, who is in 6th place behind me, came up and I let him pass.  I didn't see him until the finish. 

The rest of the day was spent going as fast as I could without blowing up.  The temps were cooler today which helped a lot.  Up Middle Fork, down the ripping fast and fun flowing pump track that is Fletcher Creek,  up and down the gravel road to Trace Ridge parking lot.  A quick water re-fill and PB & J and down the sketchy lower Trace.  ( I have a witness who will say that I rode all of it).

Out onto the pavement and tucked into time trial position, it was nice to push a big gear and fly down some pavement, I could have used another mile of that.  Left on Wash Creek Rd, back to the parking lot, then up Trace.

I used to ride up Trace a lot, cleaning 99% of it, but now it is rutted and eroded, and today I walked more than usual, but then rode more than I had planned.  I was simply in the zone and kept the pedals spinning. 

On the climb I reeled in and passed 3 people, one of which was Claire, same as yesterday.  I made it my goal to get down the mountain without her catching me.  I made it to the gate at Wash Creek Road, and she and Keith from I-9 caught me.  I waved Claire around and followed her down the gravel, until she almost went over the hood of a car.... she lost some momentum,  I passed her and pinned it past the left turn, around the gate and up the double track to Bear Branch. I kept listening, thinking she would not be far behind,  bombed the single track (bombed being a relative term) took the left hand 180 to the finish and sprinted to a time of 2:46.  

Jason had finished 4 minutes ahead of me,  meaning that I retain 5th place in Open Men's.   Although, as I told my friend Mike tonight,  I'm finishing the stages faster than last year, and while 5th would be cool,  I'm satisfied with my performance so far! 

Tomorrow will be rough: 
Stage 4
The Promised Land Loop
39 miles, 8,000+ ft of elevation gain!! 

Stage 2

 

5hrs, 33 minutes- 21 minutes faster than last year.

I felt like I was feeling good, but one never knows until about 5-10 minutes into the ride.   

My friend Rick came out and spared me the scenic trolley ride, giving us a ride to the start at Kuykendal Group Campground.  After finally getting started and splashing through the creek,  I stettled into my own pace,  one that would last for 42 miles.  I took advantage of people nearby, sucking wheels, only feeling a little shame for not taking a pull.  

The 9 mile climb up to Farlow finally ended, and then it was time to descend.  I'm ok at descending but also overly cautious because I really don't want to get hurt.  I get passed quite a bit on the downhills and hit happened again.  My strength is definitely climbing, and it shows when I catch and drop the people who pass me on the downhills.  

I was in a rythym and got down Farlow in one piece, crossing the creek and turning onto Daniel Ridge.  I was surprised that I was riding most of it, kept my pace in check and kept turning the pedals.   Cruising through the forest with leaves changing and the air starting to warm, past the gate, up the gravel road and right on Cove Creek.  At this point I realized that sucking the last drop of water out of a Camelback is a similar sensation to running out of air while deep underwater.  I was totally out of water, and it was warm.  Cove Creek is mostly downhill with a steep climb out of the campground, so I kept a steady pace and got to the next rest stop.

The rest stop staff at this race are stellar and I am making record fast re-fills.  On down Davidson, onto the pavement, left on the gravel road that winds up and around Looking Glass rock, reminded me that I need to bring the wife and kid out here soon.  

I was alone for close to an hour until I made it to the next stop at the bottom of Club Gap.   I got refilled and lubed thanks to David Wood and friends.  I rode up the first steep part of Club, but was fading, so I started walking.  It felt so good to be walking that I ended up walking most of the steeps.  I was going the same speed and using less energy, so I kept going.  Up and over the mountain, past the shelter, into the gap, right on Clawhammer, got passed by Claire from Australia,  then Garnett from Canada.  I managed to hang with Garnett, letting him take the lead on the blazing fast gravel descents.  We ended up riding and chatting all the way up Maxwell, passing Claire and catching up to Chris Baker.  

Once over the top,  I was alone again, relaxing and focusing on the downhill.  For some reason, this downhill seems way shorter than last year.  I was cruising, but it was still moist and slick in spots so I rode conservatively.  

And then I finished.  After checking the results later, I found that I am now in 5th place in Men's Open cat.   Pretty exciting!

Today: The Carl Schenk Loop:  25 miles,  3200 ft elevation gain..... "rest day"

Stage 1

I got up before dawn to get things ready for stage one.  The air was cool, but the temps were supposed to get close to 80.  I was excited about my first race of the year, and anxious to get to the start line.  But first, I had to wake the kid up,  get him fed and dressed and off to school on time. 

After dropping him off, I headed out to Brevard and the Black Mountain Trail Head.  It was good to see some old friends riding around.  I didn't have a lot of time so I got changed and ready to roll.  I was feeling ok, but having a little bit of GI issues to start the day.  I'm thinking that last night's trout was still swimming around in there. 

We lined up. Todd announced 2 minutes and about 8 of us darted for the woods to take one last natural break.  Then the gun sounded and we were off.  It was good for the neutral start, but when we hit the gravel, the pace picked up,  several groups quickly formed with a one man breakaway.  I slowly drifted back, knowing that I should not hold that pace.   Once I hit Clawhammer, I pushed my pace, passed and got passed.   After about 20 minutes, I started to overheat.  While it was not hot out, it was very humid, and I simply don't function well in those conditions,  coupled with heat....well,  then I'm just out for a ride. 

I made it up to the gap,  refilled, and cruised down to the river taking the time to recover.  Across the river and over the swinging bridge,  then up squirrel.   I had moments of feeling great and moments of feeling not so great.  I tried to focus on riding smoothly and within my limits.  Then something strange happened.  I started catching people.  We would yo yo back and forth for a while, but then they would fade.  From this point on, only one of the people would ride away from me, and this was coming down Black Mtn,  a steep, techy trail. 

Up the gravel to Yellow Gap, stopping for water and lube.  David Wood did an stellar job of lubing my chain.   I rolled down 1206,  remembering quickly how much climbing I had yet to do.  I didn't see anyone for a while, but then on N Mills River trail, I started passing people again.  Not a lot, but enough to encourage me to keep doing what I was doing. 

Typically at this point in a race, I am the one getting passed by everyone.  It was good to be passing.

At Buckhorn Gap, I again got lubed,  grabbed a pb and j and a Coke, and started up Black Mtn.  Up and up, then down then up,  techy, rooty rocky, passing the marshall with the airhorn, then up, then it was the last down hill.  I kept it in control and kept listening for someone to come up behind me.  They never did and I finished in 5 hrs and 10 minutes.  25 minutes faster than last year! 

A good day in the saddle.

Wednesday: Stage 2  Land of Waterfalls 
43 miles, 7,300+ ft of elevation gain... its gonna be fun!

Packet Pick Up

 

Dinner was trout, veggies, bread and drink.  It was delish.  A relaxing time with a large group of fit and fast people.  There are no sandbaggers here.  Everyone who signed up has been training for this moment.  I have my work cut out for me.  

I'm gonna keep it fun though; challenge myself, yet enjoy the ride and finish in one piece.  

Today is the White Squirrel Loop. 39 miles,  6200 ft elevation gain. Opening with a long sometimes steep and muddy climb up Clawhammer rd.  

It's time to race....

9-23/24

The weekend went by pretty quickly.  Saturday consisted of helping Asheville CX set-up, manage, and tear down some really fast and hot races. 

Sunday was the planned shakedown cruise of the Siren Rocketship 55 SL.  With knew cables and chain, I was ready to rock.  The cassette however was not ready to rock.  It seemed it was more into skipping.  I had met up with Dawn and told her to go ahead and leave me, because I was not going anywhere fast.  I did figure out that I could ride some of the steady gravel climbs without too much problem, so I still got some time in the saddle.

After the ride, I sat at Starbucks, sipping some coffee until Liberty Bikes opened and I splurged on a new cassette.

Monday will be shakedown cruise #2.

9-22

 The last day of summer has arrived.  With the skies overcast, I had a feeling I would be riding alone again.  I was pleasantly surprised when 7 other guys showed up for some fun. 

 We rolled out a held a pretty steady pace. 

I am feeling good and it was good to put in a hard effort with a group before the race next Tuesday.  I feel like I'm recovery faster after sprints and climbs, and with the cool weather, I didn't even think about overheating. 

My goal going into the race is to finish, going my pace, and enjoy the ride. I'm looking forward to a challenge, and pushing my limits. 

9-21

Sluggish,  I'm feeling quite sluggish lately, and I'm not sure why. 

It was a rainy day, and was supposed to rain all day, so I did my workout on the rollers.  30 minutes into the workout and the sun came out, but by then, my motivation was lacking and I was done...

Maybe I'm working on over training, or maybe its the sluggishness that comes from reduced exercise.   The allergies don't help either. 

Oh well,  I'm spending some time resting, that can't hurt at this point. 

I'm feeling strangely calm with only 5 days to go.  I'm excited but realistic about the possibilities. 

I'll ride on Thursday and see what happens.

9-20

It was one of those days of spinning wheels and not getting much done.  Did quite a bit of phone calling and busy work etc, but didn't squeeze in a ride.  I did manage 30 minutes of yoga which was a smart move. With the miles I have ridden over the summer, my whole body is tight. 

I also doubled checked the Rocketship to make sure everything looks good.

Today looks like another rainy day.  I don't really want to get it dirty before race day!!   Haha, I better get out and ride or I'll regret it.

9-19

Hardtimes Rd/ Bent Creek

 

The ride today was somewhat mixed with feeling good and feeling tired.  I decided not to be critical of how I felt and just enjoy the ride.  It was chilly enough for arm warmers, and quiet out there.  The leaves are starting to fade and fall.  The sky was dim with a threat of rain that didn't happen until much later. 

I did some intervals and some steady riding, feeling good about where I am and knowing that I have done everything I can to prepare.  It is tempting, to coast for the next 7 days but I know that I need to stay consistent.    I can't wait to get started, but don't want life to pass me by until then!!

9-16/17

 

Saturday morning I got up early to help a friend with some stuff, leaving me drained and without enough energy to ride.  I met up with the wife and kid at the Folk Art Center for the Gee Haw Whimmy Diddle comp.  I might need to enter that next year....

Later on Saturday, I got to go help a broken friend, Kevin Hessler put his playset together.  

Sunday was the CYMBL race.  The course was  2miles long, and with longer mellower climbs and moderate decents,  the kid found a steady enough pace to wind up in 8th out of 12 kids in his age group.  The start was as chaotic as a world cup race with 25 kids 7-10 yrs old vying for the hole shot.  It was cool to watch,  a whole lot less cussing and yelling going on than at an adult race.  The kids were patient with each other, waiting their turn to get onto the single track and start rolling.  After the kid's race, I spun around with Nolan who was running sweep, in order to get a little time on the bike.

After the race, I went back over to Kevin's house to finish up the play set.  I worked while everybody stood around supervising....I'm going to have to figure out how to get a supervisor position. 

9-16

This guy hangs out by the river and blows the horn.

I love it when I get to ride 2 times in one day.  This morning I went for a recovery ride.  I ride from the house, down past Biltmore, to the French Broad River Park.  Then I take the greenway, upriver through Carrier Park, to Hominy Creek Park.  On the way back I usually stop at the track for a couple of laps and a chat with Rostand Smith.  That guy is cool and has lots of stories to tell!!

After the fine recovery on a chilly morning, I made my way home and loaded up the trailer and bikes.   I was excited as I headed to Francine Delaney, a charter school in West Asheville.  I work with a group of 9 guys and teach Bicycle 101.  The guys are totally into it. 

I worked at this school 7 years ago when I was in the child mental health field.  It was great when Buffy, the operations coordinator, who was the teacher in the class I worked in, came out and rode around with the kids.  To see the excitement, not only on the kid's faces, but also on the staff's,  it was amazing.  Buffy was also adamant that we should have a girl's program as well!

I look forward to the possibilities of running similar programs in other schools!

On to the weekend.  The miles will be low to non-existent, depends on  a lot of factors.  We'll see what happens!

9-15

I rolled up to Liberty Bicycles for the Thursday night ride.  The skies had been cloudy all day, and there was a threat of rain, only 30% chance....

Only two other guys showed up,  Eric was eating potato chips so he bailed.  We rolled out, and at the turn off of the parkway one guy bailed.  About 10 minutes later, the other guy bailed and I was all alone.   Just me, the wind, the ominous clouds and lots of traffic.  I went  into time trial mode and focused on my form.  I have learned that it is futile to fight the bike and the conditions.  I also learned that when things get tough, if I focus on form,  I go a lot faster that when I focus on going fast.

So, I rode, alone, thinking, pondering, gritting my teeth, spinning.  It was a good ride.  Thankfully, on the parkway I caught up with Dawn, who pulled me the last couple of miles.  It went by too fast and we bid goodbye.

Since the ride starts at 5:30 now, I got home before dark, which was good.

Is the Thursday night ride dead?  I guess I'll find out next week!

9-14

 Today was a scheduled easy recovery day.  Today was also an Erwin Middle Bike Club.  We met up, loaded the bikes and headed to Carrier Park.  The group was eager to go, and after a thorough safety inspection on their respective bicycles, we took a few minutes to discuss the finer points of lubing a chain. 

 When everyone had a clean, quiet chain, thanks for Pro Lube,  we headed up the greenway to Hominy Creek Park, then back down to French Broad River Park,  ending back at the Mellowdrome for a few laps.

Another fun day getting kids on bikes. 

Thursday:  Liberty Bikes Road Ride at 5:30pm,  join us!

9-13

 

I headed out to Bent Creek again for a faster ride with some intervals thrown in. 

I always have trouble eating first thing in the morning and have not found anything that sits well in my stomach.  I have found that I can wait up to a couple of hours before eating in the morning and my system works a lot better, but this method does not work well for races that start early in the morning.  

This morning I tried a couple of scrambled eggs, sprinkled with cheddar cheese.  I choked down 3/4 of it but could not stomach the rest.  And there is sat, in the dark cavern of my belly.  I felt really sluggish and wanted to go back to bed, but I headed to the trailhead anyway.  

Once on the trail, I felt like a pile of moldy rice and wanted to turn back but forced myself to continue.  I started drinking my super secret sports drink, a combo of maltodextrin and nuun.  Interestingly, I started to feel better after about 20 minutes, so continue on my ride.  Up Ingles Field and down Greenslick, up Sidehill, up Bent Creek Gap Road, then back down,  a short trip on Explore Loop, past the lake then Hardtimes Connector and the freaking fun wall rides!  

It was  a great day for a ride, and my body is feeling good.  I'm recovering after attacking the climbs and my down hill skills, while lacking, are improving!

9-12

The easy recovery workout had me spinning up north boundary road.  The recent logging there has left a grand view to the west and I was captivated by the clouds forming in the distant valley with the hot air balloon floating gently above the ridge.  The scene was peaceful, calm and somehow reassuring.

My legs are feeling good and there is an inner calm, an slight anticipation.  I try not to think about the race too much, but the excitement creeps in when I least expect it.  Like my pace at the start of a race, I have to slow down, focus on what I am doing right here and now. Focus, so that I can be as prepared as possible when I line up for stage 1.

Added to the challenge of racing is taking care of my family.  With the wife in school, I will be dropping the kid of at his school several mornings before the drive out to Brevard.  A couple of days will see me rolling into the parking area 10 minutes before the start of the race, but that's life.  I'm thankful I get to race again this year. 

9-11-11

 2 weeks and one day to go until the Pisgah MTB Stage Race.  This will be my 3rd year in a row and I am feeling stronger and more prepared than ever.  

Sunday I got out with Chris, Chris and Kristi,  3 expert/pro level mtn bikers who let me tag along.  It was good for me to ride with that group and definitely challenged me to keep working on improving in every area of my riding.  

We set out to ride a modified stage 3 which includes the gnarly climb up Trace Ridge.  This single climb will be a deciding factor in the race.  Sandwiched between 4 other stages, 2 before and 2 after, one must not be fooled by the "only 25 miles" distance of the day.   With roughly 3200 ft of climbing this stage will make you pay attention.

Tomorrow: Monday's recovery ride.

8-12

 After getting beat down at the Thursday night Liberty / ABRC ride, I took an easy recovery spin around the mountains....

...and through downtown, where I almost got crunched twice. 

Its Friday and school starts for the wife on Wednesday and the kid on Thursday.  This probably been the greatest summer of my life.  Getting to watch the kid grow social skills and learn to swim has been amazing.  Lots of quality father- kid time that I cherish.  Lots of kids don't get that attention from their fathers,  or don't have fathers.  I'm proud that I could be there for him.


Enjoy your kids!

Carey Lowery and TNGA!

http://careylowery.blogspot.com/2011/07/tnga-and-trips-for-kids-wnc.html

7-4

I rolled out at 11am,  again after it was nice and hot.  I decided to fight the traffic and head up to Craggy Gardens for a solid climbing work out.  I started out too fast, but then reeled myself in and warmed up properly.  Didn't want to "pull a hammy".  

 It turned out that the traffic was not too bad, and I was able to get lost in thought and the sights.  It is so cool to be able to ride out of my driveway and be a couple of thousand feet off of the valley floor in less than an hour.  As I climbed the air cooled and then it felt like someone turned on the air conditioner.  I soaked it in, anticipating the heat back down in the valley. 

 As I rounded the last bend at the gap, after filling my bottle with fresh mountain spring water, I was greeted with some dark clouds rolling in.  I was looking forward to racing the storm home. 

fresh piped water

I paused at the Visitor Center for a few minutes before heading back down.  On the downhill I felt relaxed and euphoric.  I was at ease, spinning the cranks, living in the moment.  When I got back down, it was warm but due to storms rolling in, the air had cooled off somewhat, so I didn't get blasted by the furnace that I had expected.

It was a good day.

 With the Pisgah MTB Stage Race roughly 3 months away, I figured it was time to get more consistent with training. 
I set out a little late Sunday morning, the temps were already up, and the humidity high.  I was in for an easy paced ride, since the day before I had ridden a fairly good clip with Kevin Hessler.

 I stopped at this church to refill my water bottle, and had to spread the love....

End of the ride treat:  fresh mountain red raspberries,  bonus recovery points in the form of antioxidents!

Have a great day!

6-18

I got to go for a ride with Dawn from Liberty Bikes.   She wanted to pre-ride the ORAMM course  minus the Kitsuma section.  I was worn out from the past week of big rides but was game since she wanted to go slow and steady. 

 The skies were blue with some cloud cover at the beginning of the ride.  We rode up Star Gap to Lower Heartbreak, wound around Jarrets Creek Rd, and onto Curtis Creek Rd.  Once on CC we started seeing other pre-riders,  Kip &co, Janna who I helped with a flat 4 yrs ago at the Assault on Mt Mitchell, Mark and Joel who I have race with quite a bit.  All friends who I have met at one race or another.  And here we were, in the woods, riding around, fun stuff.

fast

 After bombing down the other side of the Parkway, stopping for ice cream and grinding back up we hit the parkway and then Heartbreak.  At this point we started hearing thunder, and the skies got cloudy.

The above picture was take about 2 minutes before the storm overtook us and had us scampering down the mountain for our lives.  40-50 mph gusts blowing rain sideways, obscurring vision,  it was insane.  The trail is a corridor of stunted trees and shrubs which protected us from the majority of the madness, but when a gap opened up we were pelted .  It was amazing.

I remember being caught in a storm like this when I was 14 yrs old.  I was in a windsurf race in Bonaire, NA.  The storm blew up and I made my way to Klein Bonaire, a little neighboring island, where I crawled under the sail to wait out the storm.  Good memories!

We made it back to the cars wet but safe.  Fun stuff.

My Kit

I was asked to list what I am carrying, so here you go:

The bike:
Cannondale 29er Caffeine.  ( I hope to upgrade to a sweet steel frame some day, but for now I am pleased as pudding.)

The Bags and contents:

Revelate Handle Bar Bag:
Filled with as many snacks as I can fit- granola bars, nuun, Honey Stinger, honey buns, rice krispy treats, trail mix, corn chips etc.

Revelate Harness holding a 13 liter drybag, could use a little bit bigger one esp in cold weather or with no possible re-supply.  Also held a pair of $5 camo Wal Mart flip flops that disappeared somewhere on the most recent trip.
Contents: 
Lafuma 35 degree synthetic sleeping bag ( If I were in race mode and the weather was warm, I would trade this for a sleeping bag liner and use an SOL emergency bivy, )
Basic first aid kit
bag of spare clothes: lightweight shorts, dri fit Honey Stinger t-shirt, long sleeve 3/4 zip Hot Chilis turtleneck, mtn hardware fleece hat, wool socks, arm warmers, knee warmers.  this bag doubles as my pillow and also contains a Stowe puffy hooded jacket in the colder months.

Revelate Gas Tank:
stuffed with snacks, bars crackers.  Easy access food.

The other tank:
Small bento box type of attachment, holds more snacks, lube and small headlamp.

Revelate Tangle Bag: 
(This works for now, one day I'll order a custom full frame bag  )70oz bladder in larger pocket
small pocket: necessities, cell phone in zip lock bag, toothbrush, toilet paper, cable ties, etc.

Revelate Visacha Seat Bag:
titanium cook pot and mug,
Esbit stove and fuel
Thermarest Neo Pro inflatable sleeping pad
Locally made ultra sil tarp 5x8  (similar to integral designs)
SOL brand emergency bivy
ground tarp cut out from housing moisture barrier ( off brand, am looking for some Tyvek)
Sierra Designs ultra light rain jacket
PUR water filter

Misc
Spot Tracker
nuun tabs
map
whistle


I think that about wraps it up.   I have room to carry about 3 days worth of food, if I stuff my jersey pockets too.  Although that would be a heavy load.