Showing posts with label Mallet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mallet. Show all posts

Monday, April 4, 2011

Apr-2 - The Mallet Solo on the Mini-3-Hump

On Saturday, Apr-02: three Irregulars did the Morrisville 200 km brevet, one did a solo mini-3-hump-tour, four / five did a "local" Irregulars 100-mile ride.

To encourage some ride reports from the non-rando Irregulars regarding their rides, and to encourage contributions from the other two rando-Irregulars, I sent an e-mail late Saturday to an appropriate sub-list of Irregulars.  Because of that e-mail, Paul "the Mallet" was able to reference the 200k brevet in this guest blog report of his solo mini-3-hump tour.
I 3-humped my way round the usual 50-mile route, just not in the usual order.  I landed at the info center at the bottom of Pilot at 7:20, after leaving my house at 5:30.  The Pilot park was not open so I headed for Sauartown.

The first few miles were considerably colder than I had anticipated (32F) but it soon warmed up as the sun rose over Sauartown.  I took some video as I crossed Mickey and had Sauartown behind and Hanging Rock ahead and a great panoramic views to my left.  The sun was getting warm but the overnight rain had left the air clean and crisp - beautiful.

I still had not seen a single cyclist after getting back down HR, which was quite a surprise given that it was then 9:30ish.  Moores Spring Rd was fantastic running along beside the stream and then up the steps and esses to 66.

The wind hit at 10:30 as I turned off 66 onto Chestnut and blew consistently in my face all the way back to Pilot.  To that point it had either been to light to notice or was at my back.  I dropped off my ballast at the car as I passed and was very glad I had as Pilot was a lot steeper than I remember - isn't it always!

I was back down and loaded in the car by 11:45 and home at 1:35 - in time to do some plumbing before tea.  The car park at the base of Pilot, which had been totally empty when I arrived, was completely full of cyclist vehicles when I left and I did actually see a substantial group riding in as I pulled out.

For a quick trip to the 3 humps parking at Pilot is definitely the way to go.  I suspect it cut of at least 20 minutes drive time at each end.  Going solo also removes any faff - just load and go. 

Glad your 200 went well.  Did the wind pick up for you like it did for me or did you have it the whole time?

Cheers,
Mallet

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Aug-14: Morrisville Brevet and Picnic

It is impossible to capture and record everything one sees and might want to relay in a blog, but here is one (or perhaps five) takes on at least some of the moments at the Aug-14 Morrisville Brevet. 

Voices:  Me – black type.  The Mallet – red type.  IvaHawk – blue type.  Robert – green type.  Tito – brown/maroon type.  [Ed. note:  this was the first brevet for "the Mallet", Iva, Robert and Tito -- none of whom are RUSA members.  "The Mallet" did, however, ride approx 160 miles solo from Raleigh to just outside Charlotte last Thanksgiving.  Also, Tito has completed at least one IronMan in a past life.] 


This 200k Brevet started June 29 when Martin sent me an email – subject: “Goal”.  It stated "if I may be so bold as to suggest the following goal for you."  Not knowing what a Brevet was, never having participated in an organized ride or doing anything more than about 105 miles, I found this goal to be very interesting and exciting.  So after a bunch of questions to Martin, I decided I would accept the suggestion and have been looking forward to this.  [Ed. note: Robert’s first ever bicycle ride as an adult (he is 61 years-young) occurred during the April-May Brevet season (Apr-24); it was 38 miles longs. A week later, May-01, I met Robert for the first time: he ended up with about 71 miles which included some bonus miles.] 

Planning - I realized I needed to plan well for this, so with the help of Martin and Gary I got some new equipment.  I was as proud as my new stuff as Iva was.  A cool little blinkie light for the front, a rear red light that if blinking will blind a rider behind me, a little basket [Bento box] up front so I could eat on the bike without taking the risk of reaching into my back pockets (as I was told most riders only stop at the 3 control points and I needed to eat in motion) plus a new bright yellow Joe Blow pump.  Thanks to Gary for all your recommendations.  Paul asked me what have I been doing for a pump before this ... all you guys at PUE that I have bummed your pumps are off the hook now. 

Now on to the adventure...tried to arrive early so I would have a buffer for any problems and you know who was there first.  After meeting a few new riders and a brief conversations with Martin, Iva, Tito and Paul, off we went. 


I started quickly, immediately lost Iva, but was soon passed by Tito.  He claimed he had not recognized me because I was not wearing one of my usual jerseys; I recognized Tito by his position on the bike. 


I got lost on my way to the Brevet parking lot and barely was able to get to the starting line in time. Martin urged me to catch up to the lead group and so I did. As the sun rose slowly under a blanket of clouds, we forged ahead at a 22-23 mph pace. The first miles are so flat and the double paceline was so effective that we were rolling at a dizzying pace. The Mallet, Robert and I hung in there and the Mallet took a few pulls. I knew I would blow a gasket if I were to go to the front, since the pace was relentless. At the first really long hill, the lead rider surged upwards, but a following rider led out and raced to the summit. A few followed but not I. I did not have the leg quickness, but, luckily, on the succeeding flat (15/501) I caught up. A few miles later, my front wheel was shimmying and I realized I had flatted. I pulled over, changed the tube and then, just as I was ready to go, Martin pulled up. 


Having the advantage of knowing that the first 17 or 18 miles are generally downslope, having experienced being dropped by the quick start of the peloton and being dropped by red lights at Davis Dr., NC-55, and Koppers Dr., and also with the advantage of knowing most of the regular NC randonneurs by sight, I used Jerry to pull me along during the early miles.  When I couldn’t hold on to him after a couple miles, I let him go.  But luckily for me, along came Tim and I grabbed his wheel.  Tim was setting a nice, quick-yet-easy pace and we caught Jerry after a couple miles (I suspect that Jerry’s downslope speed is limited by his single-speed).  We picked up Sridhar and (I think) recumbent Lyn on the way up to Farrington Point.  I had figured I’d be dropped on that little climb, but perhaps a south breeze/wind enabled me and, more interestingly, Sridhar, to hang onto Tim’s wheel up to Lystra Rd.  A mile on Lystra, a short mile on Jack Bennett, and then … bye Tim … thanks for the ride.  Quickly passed by Jerry and “the train” he had collected … but even that train disintegrated on the Jack Bennet climb.  Fyi, I think I was avg'ing 17.3 at the TOP of Jack Bennett. 


I started with the leaders including Tito, Paul and Bryan (who I met on my one CBC ride with Lee). I remember Martin's warning....drop off a group that is too fast before you get tired. How does one know when you are tired when you have fresh legs, the adrenaline is pumping and excited about the adventure you are participating in? I realized I was way over my head even drafting with this crew but when I looked behind for the next train, I saw no one. I was hoping someone else would drop off and was trying to decide when to back off and then with the blink of an eye we hit a hill around the 19 mile mark and you would have thought it was a CL. My decision was made for me and I was off the back. I fought hard for many miles to maintain view of the group. Some place after about 20 miles in, I saw Tito off the side of the road. He said he did not need help. I continued on thinking I would see him again knowing his strength. 


I proceeded across Andrews Store Rd and onto Parker Herndon Rd.  I don’t recall who was near me.  On Parker Herndon Rd, I found Tito completing his repair of a flat tyre. 


We rode together and discussed the world's problems.  After no more than 5 miles, I flatted again and I urged Martin to ride ahead. By the time I had the repairs completed, Iva arrived. 


We shoved off in the dark … could not see any of the other Irregulars … proud of my new Trek 7 flashing tail light. But shortly into the ride my heel my hit my fancy new Trek 7 light pushing it into my spokes, creating a grinding medal sound accompanied by the sound of the red lens bouncing across the pavement. This was a result of improper installation by me without sufficient testing prior to going to production. Later inspection revealed two of the five lights crushed. 

Finally I settled in with a group of about 12 riders going along pretty well at 18 to 20 mph. One recumbent. Unfortunately, just before getting to 751, a Flowmax stop become mandatory and off go those riders. 

From then on I was totally by myself until somewhere on Andrews Store Rd when I shifted down into my small chain ring. But, it threw the chain. That allowed the man with the Coho bike to pass on by kindly offering his help that I didn't need. [That would be Charles Lathe, builder of that Coho bike.] 

About the time I caught him and again shifted, the chain threw, again. [Gary ... one of your customers was cursing you during much of his ride. :-O] Somewhere in here was another Flowmax stop. After this, I decided to just ride in the small chain ring for the rest of the ride. (Although I did accidentally go to the big ring a couple of times, and carefully shifting down, it worked.) 

I'm not sure where. Probably on Jones Ferry [Hamlet Chpl], I encountered Tito who was changing a flat. I waited and Tito and I pretty much rode the whole rest of the way together. Of course, he could have ridden off at any time, but he decided ride with me. He had cooked his legs with the fast group at the start of the ride.


Jones Ferry, Crawford Dairy and Chicken Bridge roads had knocked my average down to 16.8 by the time I turned onto Castle Rock Rd. I figured my avg would slowly retreat after that, but keeping a good cadence across Castle Rock / Old Switchboard, up Lindley Mill, and on the rollers on the Old Greensboro Hwy, riding with and leap-frogging with Biker Bob (and perhaps someone else), I was pleasantly shocked to find I was avg'ing 17.0 when I got to Snow Camp. Iva and Tito arrived at Snow Camp just as BikerBob, Sridhar, Charles, and I were about to leave. I went over to chat to Tito and Iva for a couple minutes. The other three left about a minute before I did. 


On to the control at Snow Camp … arriving at 9:20 am. Martin was there just getting ready to leave. Martin shoved off. A man named Vance (tall black guy, philosophy professor at Guilford College) came in to control. Tito invited him to ride with us. 


Professor Vance joined us and regaled us with stories of his other Brevets. Vance rode with us all the way to approximately the 95-mile mark, but went ahead at Frosty's. As it turned out, Iva and I rode 106 miles together and found much to laugh about.


About the time we were leaving the lead group came in. They were 24 miles ahead of us!! 

In the group, was Lynn and our very own Mallet. It was the first time I've seen Mallet tired. 


Thanks for encouraging Irregular participation in the brevet. I had a great time and it was definitely a good group of people. 

There were quite a few folks, including Lynn, who I could not hang on to beyond the 2nd Snow Camp stop - at that point I had a 20.3 avg, which was more than I had bargained for. I dropped back to the next pair, John and Dr Andrews (I think) and we rode in together.  [Ed. note: probably John O., but who the heck is “Dr. Andrews”? Guess I’ll have to send an e-mail to John O. and ask if he rode with an Englishman from Snow Camp on in, and if so, who was the third person with them.]  They were nice to wait for me for a minute or so when I had a thigh cramp going up a hill at the 120m point [perhaps on Yates Store Rd with its “little surprise”] - fortunately I think I got it into a stretch quickly enough to get it to pass. 

We were certainly fortunate with the coolest morning in many weeks. It didn't seem nasty hot until at least 11. 

The cookout was also excellent - I don't think I have been so ready for a cheese burger in a long time. Lynn had left but a number of the lead group were still sitting around (having got changed and looking a lot fresher the I felt). Robert turned up before I pushed off home and he appeared to have enjoyed his ride too but then he always does - I like people like that.


Both Vance and Tito flew down Siler City - Snow Camp with me lagging behind but still going ok. I finally arrived at the Siler City control find Tito, Vance, and Martin.


I had told Bob, when I had first arrived at Snow Camp, that I was done pushing-the-pace for day, but upon leaving Snow Camp, I wanted to catch up to the other three, so I made sure to stay in a good cadence. And after all, with the breeze now out of the northeast, the slight upslope from Snow Camp to Siler City felt more like a downslope. I saw Robert while I was headed for Siler City … he was headed back to Snow Camp, and sort-of sucking the wheel of single-speed Jerry (yes, the same Jerry whose wheel I had sucked early in the ride).


I must have ridden for 20 - 25 miles on my own looking back for the next train.  Finally, Jerry was there and I joined with him.  We went into the Snow Camp CP, got drinks, cards marked and moved on.  He had no cue sheet...so when I asked if he has done many of these, his response was I have done one of these every month for the last 53 months ... . I had my mental abilities with me still ... that was more than 4 years.  So for the next few miles I was thinking 53 vs. 1 brevets and the odds did not sound very good ... over my head #2.  Robert did not pull anymore after that. We saw the Paul and the lead group about 2 or 3 miles before we hit the turn around. 

I had been eating regularly during the first 62 miles but arriving at Siler City nothing looked good to eat.  The upset stomach would only handle 1/3 of my sandwich.  Thinking to my talk with Gary that you need to keep eating, I forced myself to do so in small amounts the rest of the journey but my stomach did not appreciate any.  Hydration wise I was ok ... drank the entire way.

Half way done out we go.  It was good seeing the IR (Martin, Iva and Tito) team in passing.  Jerry and I rode the next 30 miles together.  As fatigue set in, I realized how good it was to have Jerry as a tour guide ... no thinking about turns.

He pounded every hill.  Even thou I was drafting the entire way back it was taking its toll. Knowing the answer I asked Jerry if he considered himself a good climber ... yes.  During our conversations, it came out that he teaches spin class ... over my head #3.  I could not hang beyond 95 miles and said thank you and good bye to Jerry.


I was pleasantly shocked to find that I was still avg'ing 17.0 when I got to Siler City.  (62.4 miles, 3:40 moving time)  Bob pulled in a minute later and quoted my line back at me: “I thought you said you were done pushing the pace.”  For those that know or that even have only met Bob, a sarcastic comment is quite out of the ordinary.  I had to internally chuckle. 

Tito and Iva arrived at Siler City before I left.  They came with the news that the Mallet looked pretty tired as he pulled into Snow Camp the second time.  I learned from Lynn that Paul “the Mallet” did not leave Snow Camp the second time with the lead group, but stayed on a bit longer, and he eventually arrived at the finish about 20 minutes after the leaders. 

Bob, Charles and Sridhar left Siler City, either in a group or singly, but I had decided to ride with Iva and Tito, so I waited for them.  When the moment to hit the trail came, the “men of numbers” (Iva and I) left, leaving the “men of letters” (Tito and Vance) to follow. 

I basically rode from Siler City to 10.5 miles from the finish with Iva and Tito.  For much of that time we were also joined by Vance, and occasionally by Sridhar and we saw Charles once or twice, and we leapfrogged 6-time PBP finisher Doug Kirby a couple times (I'd never met Doug until Saturday). 

Here is a bit of a funny:  at about miles 91-92-93, Iva complained that Tito should stop trying to engage him in conversation, because there was no blood going to Iva's brain.  Iva was not enjoying his ride at that point.  I told him that he would likely feel better in 10 miles.  Twenty miles later, on Martha's Chapel Rd, I was still forcing myself to maintain a decent cadence, but I clearly had not eaten enough, nor had I drunk enough, and I was seriously not enjoying my ride.  On the three previous brevets, Martha’s Chapel Rd had been a good experience.  Well, as I think about … the 300 in the rain was great … the 400 with Sara and Gary was good … but on the 200, I had lost some pace … hmmn.  Anyway, Iva insisted on telling me some irrelevant story from the movie "Full Metal Jacket".  I said nothing, but a minute or two later told Iva and Tito that this was my worst ever experience on Martha's Chapel Rd (not from Iva's story, but from exhaustion), and then - since Tito had pulled ahead at the time - I told Iva I would be stopping when we got to NC-751 for a few minutes.  Iva and Tito rode on. 


We four (Tito, Vance, Martin and I) rode together all the way to Frosty's to have a sit.  The clerk was frosty to us. Maybe that's where it gets his name.  Tito said the man has had his fill of cyclists.  Vance went on ahead just leaving us three to deal with the rest of the ride. 

By this time, all three of us were way tired.  Not speaking for them.  They told me.  It was just grind and grind. 


The next 5 to 10 miles (after I let go of Jerry) were ok at the reduced pace.  Then the level of pain increased. Reading the cue sheet was a struggle ... I would repeat the name of the next turn and L or R three or four times and still I could not remember it.  I kept hoping for the next person or train. 

My GPS died at 101 miles, 6 hr 13 mins with 17.7 moving average. 

The last 25 miles were not pleasant. Finally, finally arriving at the Town Hall and to a nice welcome.  Stomach still in knots and I could only drink a Root Beer.  I thanked Jerry for his companionship and much needed help and had a brief talk with Paul. 

I had recorded 7 hrs and 54 minutes.
Section 1 - 0 to 19 miles with lead group
Section 2 - 19 to 45 on own
Section 3 - 45 to 95 with Jerry
Section 4 - 95 to 124 on own

I certainly enjoyed the adventure and challenge ... it was a fun, successful day.


On Martha Chapel Rd. Martin said he was going to sit in the shade for a bit.  Tito and I decided to keep on slogging.  Mistake!! 

Something happened to Tito and me on Lewter Shop Rd.  We ended up on Morrisville Pkwy.  [Fyi, the road changes its name at, you guessed it, the CL.]  When we came to a dead end and saw Green Level Ch Rd., I went right (wrong!!).  After about a mile I saw Beaver Dam.  I hollered at Tito and we turned around. 

But being on Green Level Church Rd, we still didn't see Weldon Ridge Blvd or Yates Store Rd. 

Finally we crossed Davis Rd and eventually somehow found Carpenter Fire Station, to Morrisville Carpenter.  We saw the parking lot and turned in.  This was at 127 miles due to our lostness.  I told Tito to finish we needed to go town to the park.  Oh, no, not more riding.  Tito went into the Indian convenience store and bought coconut water.  That stuff was nasty even as thirsty as I was. 


The laughing became less uproarious about mile 120 when we realized we were lost.  Yes, we had been tired and sore and overheated for about 50 miles, but now we were lost, as well.  Luckily, some blond women of the female persuasion were quite interested in our plight, and the steered us in the right direction.  I don't know why Iva does not like coconut milk but I do know of its mysterious healing powers.  But, as my luck would have it, there was not a single veggie burger at the picnic so I went home with an empty stomach.  Not to worry because I could still sip on my box of coco milk.


After about 10 minutes sitting in the ditch at the corner of Martha’s Chapel and NC-751, I got back underway.  I basically rode the last 10.5 miles at 11-12-13 mph … no cadence; eventually the terrain helped improve the pace.  I got to the park at 4:01 pm. I didn't see Iva or Tito, and assumed that they had turned in their paper-work and skedaddled.

I had a cheeseburger, some beans, some chips, and most of a Pepsi.  After I had been at the park shelter long enough to have eaten all that, about 20 minutes I estimate, Tito and Iva pulled in to finish the ride.  I asked where they had been.  The answer: "Lost".  Later, when I told him that story, Sridhar got a kick out of that – he thought it served them “right” for leaving their leader. 


Tito and I reluctantly decided since we had gone this far, we wouldn't stop now.  Unfortunately, one more bit of lostness.  I missed Town Hall Rd and went across 54 down to Cedar Park.  Turn around.  Go back.  Finally getting to Indian Creek Park with about 128 miles … whew.  There was Martin who had beaten us back … obviously not getting lost.  Ha ha.  He never does. 

How tired was I?  I had an orange soda at the park.  I haven't had a soft drink in over two years.  Man was it good. 

What a grueling day.  But, I'm proud of myself beating my previous long mileage by over 20 miles. 
IvaHawk's cycle-confuser after the ride.


Lynn told me that she finished with an avg pace of 19.3; a bit fast for her, she said. The 19.3, combined with Paul’s 20.3 information, shows how even the fast were affected by that east wind. She told me that she saw Paul ride by as she was preparing to leave the parking lot, but she just wanted to "get going". 

My avg at 100 miles was 16.4 -- faster by 0.3 mph than my fastest ever "100-miler" avg. I finished with an avg of 16.0 (125.0 miles, 7:49 moving time). I judge my ride a success. 

Oh, and I hope I actually get credit for this 200 km brevet.  Now, I have to decide if I’m actually going to try to do Tony’s 600 in October.  (I know Tony is offering a 600 over Labor Day weekend, but I’m supposedly riding the entire length of the Blue Ridge Parkway Sep 11-18, and I will NOT put that ride in jeopardy by being overly zealous the prior weekend.) 

Thanks to Rando Fearless Leader Alan and volunteers Mike O., Dean, MikeD, and others.  I enjoyed my picnic food and drink.  I especially enjoyed sitting for about 2 hours until I was pretty sure my legs were not going to cramp on me. 

Btw, including me in the count, Irregulars made up 5 of the 40 participants in the 200k.

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Some other views on the day:
  "Professor Vance"  and  Charles "Coho" Lathe's hillarious take
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Aug-14: 

Morrisville 200 km Brevet and Picnic; 125.0 m.; 7 hrs, 49 min in-motion time; 16.0 mph; rando time:  10hh01mm. 

Q-1 tot: 16 rides; __938.2 m.; _60 hrs, 39 min; 15.5 mph.
Q-2 tot: 31 rides; 2,263.3 m.; 151 hrs, 29 min; 14.9 mph.
Ju1 tot: 13 rides; __786.9 m.; _52 hrs, 36 min; 15.0 mph.
Aug tot: _3 rides; __298.6 m.; _18 hrs, 50 min; 15.8 mph.
YTD tot: 63 rides; 4,287.0 m.; 283 hrs, 34 min; 15.1 mph.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Jun-12: Ruin Wall 'n Community House Rd

Ruin Wall and Community House Rd.  That was the requested Irregulars ride today; requested by Snapper.  Last year, when we did this ride, Snapper was part of the group of 4 lost boys that were going short and ... made a wrong turn and ... then made a series of poor choices trying to get back to PUE.  I think Snapper wanted to find out what he missed. 

8 IRs showed for the advertised 75-miler:  1) Snapper,  2) the Mallet,  3) Lee,  4) Tito,  5) JohnH,  6) IvaN,  7) Aggs,  8) Robert.
3 showed for the 56-mile short option:  1) me,  2) BigWaveDave,  3) Lazarus (formerly known as "Frank").
No-shows:  1) Duke (I didn't know he was intending to come until after the ride when I checked voice-mail, and found a msg that he was cancelling "out"),  2) Norris (but maybe he didn't know that BobH had reported him "In" for this week),  3, 4, 5) G + W + a guest (W probably got back into town late yesterday and was too tired for a 6 am ride start).

Eleven riders for the start is near a record for us, but not quite.

This may be the first time that I rode, but was one of the "short" riders.  I'm confident that someone will correct me if that was not the case.

We had a bit of a tailwind at the start.  Something I didn't realize until we turned to head back south, and found a headwind. 

The fast-pack was generous on New Light, and Aggs and I were able to catch back on after the upslope on New Light eased a bit.  (I'm confident that Aggs stayed back with me to be polite as I was dropping off the back.)  I zoomed up to the front and asked Tito to switch order with me in the line as I was going to try to "jump" the Mallet for the CL; Tito willingly swapped places. The Mallet later told me that he realized that I was the one behind him.  Approaching the Granville CL, I waited and waited and waited.  I was pretty sure Paul wouldn't "go" until I "went".  I jumped for the line; I probably should have been in one size smaller cog since I got past Paul, but topped out in speed too soon; Paul made a rush; he took the line by half a bike.  I probably should have waited a bit longer ... and checked what gear I was in (I didn't want to tip my hand with premature shifting, so I just accepted whatever easy gear I was in).

Bruce Garner Rd in Granville County has a much nicer surface than New Light in Wake County.  Paul and I rode at the front of a double line the entire time we were in Granville County (Paul because he strong; me because I was talking to Paul and wanted to force myself to keep up the pace ... which might not have happened if I had slid to the back).  As we approached the Franklin CL, I quietly said to Paul "let's not increase our speed; instead, let's see if anyone remembers where the CL is; Harvey should remember as he has sprinted for and won and lost at that line."  We remained on alert for sounds of shifting gears and a sudden change in speed.  Nothing happened.  The Sun was directly in our eyes, so maybe no one could see the coming CL.  Fifteen or twenty yards before the line, with no one coming to challenge us, I saw and heard Paul squeeze his brakes and saw him shoot backwards a yard or so.  I "won" the CL; more like the Mallet "gifted" it to me; as IvaHawk would say, "there was some Armstrong - Pantini action going on."

The temps and humidity were still quite reasonable as we went thru Pokomoke, and then turned onto Gordon Moore Rd, and then, with a zig-zag on NC-56, turned onto Mt. Olivet Ch Rd.  Gordon Moore feels mostly downslope; Mt. Olivet actually is almost entirely downslope. Nice.  The sun was still low.

We paused at the corner with Green Hill Rd so that various people could grab a snack or study the flora and fauna.  Two German Shephards (safely behind a fence) took notice and announced our presence to one resident that eventually started making her way toward the corner where the canines were making a fuss. 

While examining the flora, Tito lost his left cleat.  As "us short riders" were nearing the last segment of our ride, Stew told me that he'd seen a cleat in the dirt, but hadn't realized that it belonged to anyone he knew, let alone anyone in today's group.  The cleat is likely still out there near the corner of Mt. Olivet and Green Hill.  Tito soldiered on without telling anyone (except me).  Maybe he was worried about getting his foot taped to his pedal again. 

The Mallet and I led the way downslope on Green Hill Rd to the one-lane, curving bridge across the creek which is only 1/2 a mile before the Tar River and its bridge.  After the one-lane bridge, Lee pulled up alongside and asked if I was going to challenge Paul again for the CL.  I told Lee that I had been hoping to entice Harvey to chase us similar to what he had done previously, but no luck.  After telling that to Lee, I zoomed ahead to pass the Mallet, trying to look for all the world as if I was having another serious "go" for the CL; Paul took the bait and zoomed to the CL to the accompaniment of Lee's laughter.  I told Lee that LT would have said that I had done another of my "fake sprints". 

A few miles on, Lazarus, Stew and I turned off Charlie Grissom Rd onto Fairport Rd to take our short-cut.  There was immediately another CL, but none of us made a "move" for it; I think Stew was leading the line, so I'll give him the credit.  After three miles on Fairport Rd, we turned onto Cannady Mill Rd and followed NC BR #1 all the way to bottom of Ghoston Rd.  We did stop in Wilton to check out the supposed improvement to the little store there "in town".  Improvements, if any, were not noticeable. 

We all rode well all the way back to PUE.  BigWaveDave's cold / sinus-infection did start to get the better of him, but he mostly stayed strong.  We crossed paths with a couple of Stew's other riding buddies.  They were aghast that we had started at 0600.  When asked "why 0600", I replied "to beat as much heat as possible, and to get the dads home in time to be dads."

I rolled into PUE at 1000.  Lazarus (formerly known as "Wrong-Way Frank") was a couple minutes ahead of me, and Stew was a couple minutes behind -- all due to the relative efforts / speed with which we each attacked the climbs on Peed and MVC.  Frank and Stew left the parking lot by 1010 or 1015; I took a little longer to stretch and stop sweating, etc., and left PUE at approx 1048. 

As I write the above (1200 to 1230 +/-), I have still heard nothing from the long crew, and I'm getting a little concerned.  I was expecting them to finish at around 1115.  (I'm going to publish without a report from the long crew.)

At approx 1250, I got a call from Snapper.  Apparently the long crew had some issues.  He says he will write a "story" tonight and forward to me for subsequent inclusion here.  He did give me one hint:  one of their issues included a blonde sherrif's deputy.  I can't wait.  /: roll-eyes :/
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 I received an excellent partial report from the Mallet -- it speaks for itself:

There was a separation of the group at the store at Lawrence/Bruce Garner so I’ll give you the breakaway edition.

Background – It had been a fast ride, after duct tape was obtained at a general store, with Harvey, Tito, IvaN and Aggs all “feeling it” and doing fast long pulls. I think Harvey bombed Dorsey and that set the tune. Somewhere on Cannady Mill Robert dropped off the back and got quite far behind. We regrouped at the Turn onto NC-96 and determined that he was not going to be left or dropped again. Snapper did a great job going to the front and doing a controlled pull, keeping the group together and at a good pace, through NC-96 and Horseshoe. Robert kept pace but continued to be quite down on himself in the belief that he was holding up the group (I suspect that most of the group were only too happy to have the pace “controlled” at that point in the ride).

At the store at Bruce Garner Robert continued to express a desire for the group to press ahead but no one was having any of it. I noted that Robert was in fact ready to ride and that Tito was not yet being retaped to his bike. I suggested to Robert that we take off and let the other catch up – so off we went. I settled into what I hoped would be a comfortable pace and Robert settled in behind. As we approach the last CL of the day it was clear Robert was feeling better and he blew by me to take the sprint points – now his spirits we up and he started to talk of keeping the breakaway going and taking the stage victory. I figured we could give it a go but knew that Tito and Harvey would be doing big pulls at the front of the peloton and would be closing fast.

Robert with his Liggettesque physique climbed Goshton with gusto and we swooped down onto NC-98 with one hill down and no sign of the peloton. The commentary continued in our heads as the breakaway rolled on toward the Peed climb. Paul “Sherwin” led the climb with Robert “Liggett” hot on his heels – we just knew the train would be coming up behind us at any minute. Two climbs done and we were still away – the telemetry to the team car was not going to help us – this was old school racing. Robert “Liggett” was getting antsy, jumping out of the saddle and giving it everything for the breakaway. We climbed the MVC hill with the Liggett/Sherwin commentary playing in our heads and glancing over our shoulders looking for the Harvey train. Sweet victory – we rolled into PUE a full minute ahead of the peloton – this time the victory went to the riders who got out front.

Of course reality set back in, and the “peloton” may not have been chasing very hard, but it made for a fun ride back from Bruce Garner!

Special note to Paul "Mallet" "Sherwin":  I hear that the US beat England 1 to 1.  ;-)
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I received a strange partial report from Snapper.  Perhaps it speaks for itself:  

The Story of Cletus



Did I ever tell you how much I love Mimes? Well, you see, when I was a little
boy living in rural North Carolina ...... oh, this is supposed to the be the
story of Cletus? Sorry, I digress.


4:35am is a time when most sane people are asleep to the world. For those not so
sane its also the time when the smell of fresh brewing coffee only slightly
makes the prospect of waking any better. Having Sheryl Crow sing she is off to
church while Kid Rock says he is off to drink her away helps some in getting Sam
and Dave to hit the floor.


4:37am. Awake and moving.


At 5:25am the neighborhood was still dark as the Exploder moved towards PUE.


Snapper picked up his pace (does he ever stop talking?) while the Giant sipped his
Colombian. The Exploder pulled in to the school in third place bested only by
Martin and Robert (probably in that order).


Minutes later the two executives arrived in style toting their expensive Carbon
inside some of Japan's more exclusive brands, The Mallet pulled up toting three
frozen bombs on the back of the Zeppelin: LD arrived on the Sammy Hagar: JohnH
was there looking freshly shaved: Tito pulled in (with HIS bird of prey); and returned
from the dead came Lazarus. The gang is all here. Wheels away slightly after 6am.


Since Martin has already recapped the ride through the turnoff and The Mallet
spilled some beans on the longer leg my job is made somewhat easier - fill in
the blanks.


Shell convenience stores used to be owned by Indians but no longer. As predicted
by one in the group they are now under the tutelage of the Middle East mafia.
Our first stop in Henderson proves it. No English; only a head-shake of sorts.
Universal sign language. No duct tape. Meanwhile, outside, the group loads up on
water and Gu while Tito got lost behind the store in a Flow Max moment.


Empty-handed we soon pedal away but not in the direction we should be headed
instead we go searching for a shoe fix towards the lovely metropolis of
Henderson. The Rose Gin provides just the ticket. "Cletus" hooks up with Ms.
Wendy and a roll of Super Gorilla Tape. In short order the Giant attaches the
left Sidi to the left SpeedPlay. The first of many times. Off we go.




Does this "picture" seem familiar? Haven't we been here before - the cleat, the
tape, Tito "Cletus"???


The Mallet doesn't like the prospect of traveling back from which we came so he
pulls out the GPS - Martin and BWD would have been laughing here - and
reconfigures our course of action. Off we'll go in uncharted territory adding
five more miles to the intended target of 75 but feeling better now that Cletus
is safely tied to his trusty Falcon. Moving through Henderson past the jovial
Toyota dealership and the strangely new and expensive looking Regional Hospital
the group weaves its way back to the cue sheet.


(skipping ahead) We stopped at a sunny corner somewhere in beautiful
rural North Carolina. Cletus and the Giant (not many men are 6'6 or bigger, so to
me they're all Giants) once again do their Gorilla dance while Robert pulls in
with the first of several proposals:  "you guys go ahead. I don't want to hold
you up. It's not fair. I'm not feeling it. You shouldn't have to wait on
me"......Robert, that type of group also leaves out of PUE (and their group name
sounds like a Yankee sandwich - nothing "Irregular" about that) but
unlike their type, ours doesn't not leave a fallen soldier. We go in to battle
together and we leave together. So Robert's pleas fell on deaf ears. Off we go.
The train falls in to a nice 18ish pace and the brothers have once again banded.


The mass of flashing red lights ahead told us there was something wrong on this
rural road and sure enough the white Chrysler four-door well off the left
side of the road with its driver already in a waiting ambulance only proved it.
How does one just drive off the road in the middle of the day? Speed, an animal,
sexting, alcohol? Who knows. Who cares?


How can you care when among the nine
County Sheriff cars present was one sporting Miss Henderson County. This County
beauty sat perky in her air conditioned Dodge not paying one cent of attention
to the crime scene - instead she fixed her gaze on the Irregular Train slowly
driving by and may have had her eye on one rider in particular.... Cletus and
his size 16 Sidi's? Ag's and his white egg yolks? The Mallet and those peculiar
looking missiles on the back of the Zeppelin? LD and his Sammy Hagar Red Rocket?
John and that fresh face or Robert and his sexy S-Works? I have no idea. All I
do know is that within minutes of passing the scene all the Irregulars were sure
if was he who she lusted for. Wishful thinking guys. 


The rest of the ride was pretty much uneventful - though hot and beautiful - we
made our way to the last store as one. Cletus and the Giant did their dance yet
again, the rest of us filled our bottles and stomachs and secretly Robert and
The Mallet slipped off to win "the race". With the Gorilla holding tight to its
Sidi, Cletus led the way (with a tremendous one-handed push by the Giant) down
Bruce Garner/New Light towards the toughest finish among all of Wake County's
cycling groups.


It was a little after 12 noon as the train pulled in to the school. Hot, sweaty,
tired and thirsty the group recounted the day in glorious detail. The little
accomplishments of the ride were somehow made larger and grander - much like the
friendships that are formed, bonded and nurtured every weekend on those smooth
North Carolina country roads.  
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Young (at heart) Robert provided a Garmin track link:  see here.

Now to study that course and see where y'all went.  I know where the hospital is, and decided a couple years ago I'd be avoiding what apparently was a good cycling road a few years ago.  ...M
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Jun-12: 

PUE:  GordonMoore-Mt.Olivet-GreenHill-Fairport-NC BR #1-G-P-MVC; 57.1 m.; 3hrs, 25min; 16.7 mph. 

Q-1 tot: 16 rides; __938.2 m.; _60 hrs, 39 min; 15.5 mph.
Apr tot: 10 rides; __717.9 m.; _45 hrs, 27 min; 15.1 mph.
May tot: 10 rides; __837.2 m.: _58 hrs, 42 min; 14.3 mph.
Jun tot: _4 rides; __238.8 m.; _14 hrs, 55 min; 16.0 mph.
YTD tot: 40 rides; 2,732.1 m.; 181 hrs, 41 min; 15.0 mph.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Where's He Been / A Study in Technique

This is the "payoff" for the "why haven't we seen ... / where have they been ..." series. 

This is more along the lines of a study of his technique. 

First, who are we talking about?

Paul, aka, "the Mallet", aka "Hothead"

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Here is Paul in casual mid-ride mode, just enjoying the scenery.

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Here is a photo of "the Mallet" in "concentration mode" before striking for the county line.

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And here is an actual strike for the county line.

Notice the concentration.
Notice the smooth stroke and clean line.

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At other times, he has to actually almost work for the line.
Look at THAT concentration.

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Should anyone ever best him at a CL, the Mallet goes to a further level of evaluation of the lay of the court, er, land.
There is no comment worthy of this photo.

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Paul is known for his special winter cycling headgear.  He is also known for his lampshade hat when the heat is on.


To what does all the above lead?

And . . .
Third US Singles Championship !!!

And . . . (Harvey insisted I end the post with the following photo):

Paul is awarded the Championship Trophy by the previous year's winner (and Paul's doubles partner) Jeff.


(Thanks to Jeff for his advice.  It is good to know that Paul's croquet friends and partners are as helpful as his cycling friends.  Jeff's commentary on the 2009 championship is here.  If you follow the link to read Jeff's commentary, and please do, be sure to read the last paragraph - it is one of the few parts a non-croquet knowledgeable person will understand.  (Paul assured me a few months ago that Jeff is one of very few Americans that write cogantly about croquet matches - I have to take his word for it.))



What are friends for?  (I can't get blogger to let me left-justify this text.)

I found this important informational link while including the link to the commentary on the national championship.  You MUST read the second, third and fourth paragraphs! 

Thursday, August 13, 2009

The Mallet does a Crit - Jul-19

One would think that I might have put the following, ripped from the Mallet's e-mail, on the blog back when he sent the info out to everyone.

Sent: Sun, Jul 19, 2009 3:42 pm
Subject: Criterium!

Well boys I gave it a try in my first crit this morning over at centenial campus. It was a novice/cat 3 race around a 1kM rectangle with one small climb and one chicane(sp?). 27 riders started and we were instructed to continue our race if dropped or lapped but to stay out the way of those still in contention - this made me feel better as I at least wanted to get a 30 min ride for my $25. The race was 25 mins + 8 laps and a board was used by the officials to count down the time and then the laps.

I got a front row starting position and was quite nervous looking around at the field. I'm guessing I was the 3rd oldest and certainly riding the least expensive, heaviest, fender flashiest, running shoe cruisingest bike out there - there were wheels there worth more than all my kit! Still it's not about the kit.

The starting whistle blew and while listening to the clicks of cleats engaging I fumbled to get my foot in the cage and tighten the strap. The race was on and I fell into mid pack. The peloton consertinered into and out of the short climb and the chicane .I'd been warned about this, and the extra effort it forces on those at the back, so I determined to move forward. By 15 mins in I was huffing my way round in third or fourth and the peloton was clearly shedding riders off the back. A lap or two later and we started lapping some of those who had lost contact. Everyone seemed to be riding sensibly (not to Martin's standards of safety but not bad) and avoiding any contact.

As we closed in on the start of the final 8 laps a surge of riders came by me and I thought i'd probably be out the back in short order. I regained composure on the wheel of a rider who looked like he knew what he was doing and glanced over my shoulder to see how many more riders were about to come past - I was at the back of what was left of the lead group, well clear of any chase, and in 10th. There was no way I was going to get dropped from that point and I started plotting how I might pick off one or two of the weaker riders on the way in.

On the penultimate lap I moved up to 8th diving in on the uphill corner. I gave it everything I had left exiting the last corner and all the way to the line. 8th place was mine by just a few inches as I held off the man on my wheel. I don't think I closed at all on those ahead of me down the straight.

I watched the combined cat1/2 race that followed and those guys were really flying.

Next race is next Sunday - anyone interested in joining the fun?

Hope you all had a great ride yesterday, or whatever other activities you may have been doing.

See you irregularly.
Paul