Satuday March 13
Wet roads in the morning threatened to keep cyclists away from the days planed ride.
The temperatures and chance for sun shine trumped the wet roads as 17 cyclists turned out for the ride.
Those in attendance included:
Jen Serino – Slow Jen Fiz
Theresa Smit – Mother Theresa
Kevin Smit – GOG
Steve Cope – Capn Carbon
Lee Duncan
Dwight Mouton ---- Spelling
Suzy Nesbit
Deb Hollis – Two Saddles
Jeff Giordano – Claim Jumper
Taylor Wofford – DOC - Congrats to you for finishing your internship and being assigned to a local Hospital.
Shawn Richardson – The Green Flash
Christy Miller – Pink Triassholete
Frank Lewis
Karen Kemerait
Paul Miller
Joe Pittman – Immortal man – riding old school steel bike
Tim --- Fast Tim Second time with the group – first time he rode he killed the pack with his pace.
The group was asked if there were any time constraints and none were noted. “OK, how does 40 miles sound for the days ride”? “The roads are wet so be careful on all turns and any white strips that will be slippery”. “Assume every puddle has a huge POTHOLE underneath it”. “lets all work to stay safe” GOG was heard explaining to the group that had assembled.
“Takem on out Capn” GOG said as he waved his arm in the direction of travel. An off the pack went, with each cyclist slowly navigating the tight wet turns thru the back parking lot and out onto High House were the first split was created. The first 7 cyclists jumped onto High House just ahead of a line of cars. The remaining pack held up until there was a large enough gap to let each riders safely enter the road way. This separation remained as the pace was quick from the start. Not until the light at Davis did the groups reassemble. GOG had already shared the planed route with Mother Theresa who would likely be riding at a slightly slower pace than the group that had assembled. It was clear from the start that the THORNS were well represented, leaving only a couple of Stems, and two ROSES to try and do their best in holding on for the day’s ride.
GOG was working from the back of the pack as he shouted out the first set of turns, eventually pointing the pack out onto RONS PULL. Here GOG expected the pace to explode from the start. Oddly enough the group of cyclists slowly formed a single file draft line. This allowed all riders to tuck in for the pull that was taking shape at the front of the line. The pace on RONS PULL allowed all to remain in contact with the cyclist ahead of them. It was only the last ¼ mile when first Capn Carbon pulled out of line and jumped from 4th location to launch his attack. He was followed immediately by the Green Flash, then Frank, then Claim Jumper, Karen, and finally Lee. GOG and the others continued to work hard just to sustain the pace established by those lead riders before the speed play attack from Capn Carbon.
The pack paused long enough to ensure all including the ROSES were still in tow. GOG rolled on thru and led the way by turning left onto Carpenter Fire Station Road. This maneuver put him in the pull position will all others single file as they timed the light at 55 perfectly. GOG held the pace well under 20 mph as he was hoping to keep the pack assembled as long as possible thru the busier roads as they headed towards the outskirts of Cary. As the pack closed in on Yates Store several riders started shouting to GOG about those that had been dropped from the pace line. GOG asked if it was Theresa and Deb who had fallen back. Someone may have bike problems they responded. With that new information GOG asked them to hold everyone up as he planned to turn back to investigate.
Just then he saw Mother Theresa and Two Saddles as they were still in the draft line. GOG and Mother Theresa stopped to discuss how to address the situation while not holding up the group. GOG could see down the road and noticed Capn Carbon ripping the tire off of the rear rim of one of the cyclists bikes.
“OK, you lead the pack slowly onto Yates Store and then OKelly towards 751”, “I will check on the situation here, and then chase on after you and the pack if they go slow enough I will be able to close the gap” GOG explained to her. GOG knew that the pack would have to ride very relaxed if he had any chance to catch them. He also knew that Capn Carbon would have NO PROBLEM chasing down the pack regardless of how long he was delayed or how fast the pack would ride.
GOG and Mother Theresa said goodbye with her and Two Saddles headed on down the road and GOG headed back to the two cyclists doing road side repairs. Just as he rolled up he saw that THE Green Flash had turned back to join the repair process. Fast Tim had a slow leak and wanted to fix it before finding himself miles out of town and now way to get back. The repair was being completed as GOG said “We are headed to Stagecoach”, “Theresa is gong to try and keep the pack slowed so you can catch up”, “If I have any chance of catching them I will leave now, I know you can pull everyone back”. The Green Flash was there as well to help with the chase group. The 3 strongest riders, Fast Tim, Capn Carbon, and The Green Flash would have no problem running down the pack.
GOG rolled away totally confident that the 3 remaining riders would manage just fine. As he approached the turn onto Yates Store he saw the pack all standing and waiting for the 3 missing riders.
“Theresa went on” one of them announced. “I thought you guys would have gone with them” GOG replied. With that all cyclists mounted their bikes and followed GOG as he made the right turn towards Okelly Road. The pace was slow and steady as each rider was happy to allow the missing riders time to catch up. Then with each 1/10 of a mile the pace quickened as if to suggest going slow as too painful.
Left turn onto Okelly had Dwight asking where they were, then out loud he was heard suggesting he knew that this road would end up at 751 and the gas station. SO WRONG. GOG went on to explain this road would indeed take them to 751 but much further North than the gas station.
OKelly is a busy, narrow, hilly road that was showing the signs of suffering from winter temps. The lead riders did a good job of warning those behind of the many small pot holes that pocked the road surface.
The pack did not catch Mother Theresa and Two Saddles until the last climb up towards the intersection with 751. It was also at the top of OKelly and 751 were Capn Carbon and The Green Flash rolled up to the pack. No Fast Tim. It was learned that Fast Tim could not seat the tire on the rim properly and was uncomfortable with the mushy feeling he was getting from the rear tire. He had elected to turn back and headed for home. “Yea he just wimped out that all, he cant take the pace” GOG taunted knowing that Fast Tim would be more than capable of the days ride, and would likely go back out for more miles.
After a very brief pause GOG instructed the leaders to take 751 to Stage Coach and from there to Old Farrington. “We doing Lystra”? asked Frank. “NO I don’t think we are ready for that, I know I am not” GOG replied. Then after second thoughts he added “Maybe you are, and anyone who wants to do it I am sure Capn Carbon would love to take you there”.
Then without delay the pack was pulled out onto 751 by Frank, Lee, Paul, The Green Flash, Capn Carbon, Karen, Slow Jen Fiz, Claim Jumper, Immortal Man, Dwight, Pinky, Suzy, Taylor, GOG, Two Saddles, and Mother Theresa.
Now with all the THORNS, minus Fast Tim, in full force the pack splintered into at least 3 to 4 groups. Several attacked the big hill others worked to stay within range; still others did all they could to make the summit. GOG used his momentum to roll past several riders only to have them walk on by as the hill sucked the momentum and was then demanding power output. GOG and Pinky crested the hill together but found themselves off the back of the second group. Hold On GOG I will pull you back to them she yelled. GOG was still in shock as continued to monitor his heart rate which was dangerously high for an old man. PINKY never looked back and easily left GOG riding solo between her and the few others behind him.
GOG was still coasting down hill towards the turn onto Stage Coach when a mini van came up behind him and honked their horn. GOG waved to acknowledge they were there, and then another HONK as the van was now riding right behind GOG. It was a double yellow line, no on coming traffic, GOG was as far right as was safe to ride, and yet there they stayed off his left shoulder. The pack up ahead was easily sliding through the left hand turn onto Stage Coach. GOG now had to signal his intentions, slide into the lane to command his rightful spot, and then time the oncoming traffic and green light for his left turn maneuver. The Van held back, did not honk any more, allowing GOG to concentrate on a successful tight turn.
The pack was seen just up ahead slowed as they were waiting to ensure all made the turn safely.
Just then Immortal Man slide off the side of the road right in front of Pinky. “Woo Joe, You always do that right in front of me” she went on to explain. “I am glad you have great bike handling skills” she added. “I am glad I am riding on these big fat tires” he responded with relieve. Joe located a spot where he could jump back onto the paved part of the road and delicately maneuvered his bike into position back in the pack.
“We got Everyone” shouted Capn Carbon as he began to accelerate away. “NO Not Yet” answered GOG.
This had no impact on Capn and those around him. They were off to push the pace the entire length of Stage Coach. GOG slowed in an attempt to make sure he could see who was making the turn behind him. Frank had slowed as well and was headed back towards the intersection. He did not notice that Karen was already in the attack that was taking place on ahead. Frank took his time to realize that none of the lady’s in the back was Karen. Frank would now find himself gapped by all other riders. He then turned and took pursuit of the breakaway groups. In the mean time GOG, and immortal Man slowed enough to allow Taylor to catch them as they both were waiting to see that everyone was safely through the last turn. Taylor brought Suzy with her and helped form a small pack of riders that would stay together until the next stop at the Lystra Gas Station.
Frank who had been riding solo caught the second breakaway group at the stop sign at the end of Stage Coach. Frank then jumped past the group and set his sights on the THORNS who were already down the road and up the first climb on Old Farrington Road.
GOG led the small now trailing pack the entire length of Stage Coach, Old Farringronl, and Farringron to the Lystra Gas Station. The traffic on Old Farrington was heavier than expected keeping all riders in single file. The small pack found the THORNS at the Lystra Gas Station, with all resting and ready for the next challenge. As GOG slowly dismounted his bike a single rider rolled into the parking lot from Lake Jordan. It was FAST TIM. He had ridden home with his low tire, changed bikes, and hammered from there towards the Lystra Gas Station in an attempt to catch the group coming from the opposite direction. Perfect timing on his part would now allow him to hook up with the THORNS and do at least another 20 + miles of Speed play.
The Thorns were getting anxious to head out as discussion drifted towards the number of miles left and their current average speed. It was The Green Flash who was most excited about the possibility of breaking 19 mph average for the days ride. “How many miles back from here is it” one of the THORNS asked. “Probably no more than 20 miles” replied GOG. The group had just ridden 20 miles with the THONRS averaging just at 19 mph even with a slow start out of Cary. “For those needing more miles there is always Lystra, Jack Bennet, or Big Woods” GOG announced. The stir within the THORNS was immediate. All looked around to find Capn Carbon knowing he would be game to do more, and discounting the fact that even if GOG wanted to do more he had no hope of leading them at the speeds they wanted to achieve. The Green Flash was clearly again the most excited with the thought of extra miles and the possibility of breaking into the 19+ mph average.
“I think I am going to wait for the ROSES and ride back with them” Doc announced.
“I do not care to do any extra miles, I will be very happy with 40 for the day” replied Dwight, who also had a time constraint. “Me too” cried Suzy. “My knee is starting to talk to me, and I have been challenged to rest my injured leg” lamented Pinky.
Just then the ROSES glided into the parking lot for their rest stop.
“Come On DOC, You can ride with us, we will get you back safe and sound” challenged GOG.
“You are doing very well for your first time out this season, I know you can continue to hang with us” he added.
At that same time the THORNS were already gathering to leave the gas station. The Green Flash, and Capn Carbon were joined by Lee, Claim Jumper, Paul, Fast Tim, Karen, Frank, Immortal Man, and Slow Jen Fiz.
A formal split with 3 distinctive groups all working towards separate goals.
The THORNS looking to add 5 – 10 extra miles at speeds that would not jeopardize their already astonishing 19 mph average with 20 challenging miles already completed.
The Stems (Those with aspirations of someday being a THORN) were hopeful of completing another 20 miles and stay between 16 and 17 mph for the day’s average pace.
The ROSES whose goal was to complete the route safely.
The ride back to Cary for the Stems was smooth with several folks taking the pull position at various points in those last miles. DOC did a great job of staying with the group, and kept her spirits high as she was clearly proud of the strong effort she had been displaying. Pinky was a bubbly as always even with a bum knee. Dwight pressed the pace the last few miles to make it home in time for his prior commitment.
At the end of the day the Stems rode 37 miles at 17.1 mph average.
See the Stems route and metrics by clicking on the following link
Garmin Connect - Activity Details for Intense start for Thorns And Day light savings
The Roses completed 43 miles at 15.5 mph – VERY IMPRESSIVE, and on one of the tougher routes.
The THORNS CRUSHED IT completing just over 53 miles at 18.9 mph average.
The season maybe starting off late, but it is also very intense.
Sunday March 14th.
Day light savings
Threat of rain and few to arrive kept the Thorns and Roses from their ride.
Those that showed included:
Kevin Smit – GOG
Theresa Smit – Mother Theresa
Rob Robertson
Steve Cope – Capn Carbon.
The group ended up monitoring various weather channel satellite loops on their iPhones and Black Berries. This was a strong signal that no one was truly committed to ridding or at least not riding until later in the day. Seems that all needed more time to adjust to Day Light Savings. As they sat and pondered the possibilities of riding other cyclists arrived but with no intention of riding at that time or with the Thorns and Roses.
Jim Palistrant arrived for Coffee and time to relax with his wife.
Brian Martin Arrived with his family for bagels and coffee
John Garrity arrived in full biking apparel but had plans to ride later with Todd Spain - TriTodd and the group that leaves from InSideOut Sports.
That was the extent of the Thorns and Roses attempt to ride on the first day of Day Light Savings.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Sunday, March 07, 2010
Ride for the Rock and Sunday's recovery ride (Where were YOU)
March 6 and 7 weekend rides.
Saturday
Ride for the Rock.
Organized to raise money for Brain Injury research.
A well laid out route with 50k and 100k route choices.
Both routes stayed together until the 18 mile mark and first rest stop.
The route up to this point also followed the same route as the Fire Cracker ride.
The 100k route became vary hilly between miles 30 and 40 where the second rest stop was located.
Thorns and Roses identified at the start included:
Those doing the 100k
Steve Cope – Capn Carbon – on his full carbon road bike.
Joe Pittman – Immortal Man
David Bridenbaugh – Mr. Bridenbaugh
Lee Duncan – who brought a friend of his (Ian) who will likely join the weekend rides with the Thorns and Roses
Kevin Smit – GOG – surprised himself completing the ride at an average speed of 17.4 mph (at 40 mile mark was averaging 18.5 mph – then started to cramp last 10 miles).
Jae Brainard – did the 50 k
Theresa Smit – Mother Theresa did the 50k.
See details for the 100k ride by clicking on the link below.
Garmin Connect - Activity Details for Ride for the Rock
Sunday March 7th
Weather was fantastic.
Warm, sunny, calm.
Where was everyone.
Kevin and Theresa arrived at Brueggers expecting a huge turnout for the best weather yet of the winter seasons rides. They sat for almost 40 minutes before the first rider showed up. It was Christy Miller - Pink Triatholete. She has not been on the road on her bike for several months. Lots of Turbo Trainer time and running long distances, but no time on the road. After a brief chit chat the group was joined by Jae Brainard who informed the group that the “Green Flash” was in the parking lot. “Is he on his Fixed Gear bike?” inquired GOG. “YES” Jae responded. “OH when he rides his fixy he is known as THE YELLOW JACKET” GOG went on to explain. Shawn has two clear out fits for cycling. One is his road bike and matching riding shorts and jersey, all bright green. The other his Fixed Gear bike, black and gold and his winter jacket that is also black and gold.
The group left pushed away from the table to join “The Yellow Jacket” in the parking lot. Upon seeing “The Yellow Jacket” GOG noticed that Shawn had TRICKED out his fixy even more. The Yellow Jacket had acquired GOLD ARROW RIMS, replaced his handle bars with GOLD deep drop bars, and replaced his chain rings with GOLD ones. The bike was stunning to look at.
So the expected large turn out resulted in 5 riders at the start of the ride.
Christy Miller – Pink Triatholete – (Pinky)
Jae Brainard
Theresa Smit – Mother Goose
Kevin Smit – GOG
Shawn Richardson – The Yellow Jacket – now with new name due to tricked out Fixy – “KILLER BEE”, and when he rides his road bike he is known as The Green Flash.
The fact that Capn Carbon was not at the start prompted Pinky to speculate that OLGA was to blame for his no show.
The report for the days ride will take on a different format, one that touches on the more memorable moments of the ride rather than a full chronicle of the ride.
The pack stayed together until leaving Cary on High House where it crosses highway 55. This is where Mother Theresa and Jae elected to take a more relaxed pace. GOG and Pinky were both expecting a relaxed recovery style ride as well. For some reason though the pace was one that had them riding along with the KILLER BEE at speeds of 18 – 20 mph. This continued with limited slowing at intersections to ensure traffic was clear before proceeding and ramping back up to speed.
Once on Green Level Church/Lewter Shop the three found themselves in conversations related to summer plans and cycling expectations. GOG told the group about the picture Capn Carbon sent him showing a section of road in Spain that Capn is planning to ride this summer. Yes Capn is headed to Spain for a two week cycling adventure and he is already rubbing GOG’s nose in it.
Pinky then suggested she might go over and watch the tour. “Lance is back and He is going to KICK BUTT” she went onto explain. “Maybe I can meet Lance and have one of his illegitimate Kids” she went on with great excitement in her voice. “Sure, Then you can have one with Tiger Woods, and then bag a Senator when you are done with Tiger” GOG said as he taunted Pinky. “Well maybe one of the kids would grow up and be a big success and then they could take care of me” she rebutted.
All got a good chuckle out of the plan and its outcome.
“You know I don’t Think anyone can get pregnant by Lance” GOG went on in a questioning tone.
“I think he still has one that functions, he just fathered another last year” Pinky provided in an all knowing tone.
“Well regardless, He probably has enough testosterone in his sweat to get you pregnant” GOG added.
Just as that conversation had run its course the group was now only yards from the county line. KILLER BEE slid past the other two to take the sprint win.
“What did the last conversation disturb you that you had to get away” GOG asked KILLER BEE. “Nope, don’t you remember that last time Pinky road with us and I was there and the conversation was something to do with Transvestites” he said with a smile.
“Thats RIGHT, and I think you started that one” Pinky said in confirmation.
Killer Bee now took control of the pull position pulling the others from the county line all the way to the strawberry patch. GOG kept checking his speed, heart rate, and cadence to understand why he was feeling so stressed. The Killer Bee did not fall below 18 mph and held a steady line.
At the strawberry patch the group made the right turn towards Martha Chapel now with GOG back in the pull position. A survival technique he uses to slow the pace. Sometime beating head first into the wind at a manageable speed is easier than struggling to hold on to a rear wheel working hard not to be gapped. The line up of the pace line remained in that order all the way to Lake Jordan. At Lake Jordan the group paused long enough to debate the need for extra miles and to check current mileage and stats.
“18 miles at 16.6 mph average” GOG informed the others.
With that THE KILLER BEE launched himself onto Farrington as it headed towards Holland’s Chapel Road.
THE KILLER BEE pulled the other two the entire length up Kevin’s Crawl, cresting the top at 20 mph.
He remained in the pull position pulling away from the other two slightly as they did their best to respond to his demanding pace.
Back at the Strawberry patch Pinky took Command of the pace line. She forced her way to the front, Killer Bee stayed within striking distance, as GOG continued to demand himself to stay in contact.
Pinky now pushing the pace asking each to respond to her desire to push at 20 mph towards the county line. GOG was playing out the last few miles in his head. He had the opportunity to alter the course to help him survive the onslaught from the two stronger riders. Just about that time Pinky was heard so say to Killer Bee, “You can pass me if you want”. “No, I am OK” he said with a smile. Damn youth. Pinky continued to set the pace. Later it was learned that she had been determined to not let that section of road destroy her as it typically had in the past. She clearly met that challenge on this day.
GOG finally had a plan that would allow him to finish the ride and slow the pace. “OK, lets turn at White Oak” he shouted to the front of the line. “What and do Green Level?” “You know how hilly that is” Pinky wined as she continued to struggle to respond to her goal of not being defeated by the route.
“Yea White Oak has one big hill, but we will turn onto the bike path at the bottom of Green level, and coast on in the last 4 – 5 miles” GOG went on to ensure her of his plan. “Great, that will be a good warm down” Pinky responded with relief.
At White Oak GOG took the reins and led the pack to the turn and associated downhill on Green Level. He was passed by THE KILLER BEE as the group made the turn into the bike path. Another check on stats as they entered the bike path. “OK in the last 7 miles you two pushed the pace so hard we have increased our average from 16.4 to 17.5 mph” GOG announced. Both Pinky and GOG were expecting to slow down and coast along at 12 – 13 mph on the path, however THE KILLER BEE had other ideas and set the pace closer to 17 – 19 mph with periodic slowing for dog, kids, walkers, joggers, intersections with busy roads, etc.
As the pack wondered along the group continued to follow The Killer Bee’s lead up hills, around bends in the path, dodging others. As the path traveled under highway 55 GOG let out one of his PRIMAL SCREAMS. The Killer Bee was ready for it however Pinky just about fell off her bike as the ear drum busting cry was produced by GOG. As the three riders exited the tunnel PINKY barked at GOG “Damn it I almost jumped out of my cleats” she screamed. The Killer Bee smiled as he had prepared for the childish prank from GOG.
The riders passed Susan McBee as she was jogging on the path that leads behind her house.
At the end of the path the group rolled onto Davis drive followed by the right turn onto Waldo Roo. This led them to a left turn onto Cary Parkway and the entrance to Brueggers and the end of the days ride.
These three cyclists finished 30 miles at 16.6 mph average. Must faster than Pinky or GOG had planned for , and slower than THE KILLER BEE had expected.
Click on the link below to view the route details for the ride.
Garmin Connect - Activity Details for Sunday recovery ride (NOT)
Mother Theresa and Jae completed 33 miles that day at a much more comfortable pace.
Saturday
Ride for the Rock.
Organized to raise money for Brain Injury research.
A well laid out route with 50k and 100k route choices.
Both routes stayed together until the 18 mile mark and first rest stop.
The route up to this point also followed the same route as the Fire Cracker ride.
The 100k route became vary hilly between miles 30 and 40 where the second rest stop was located.
Thorns and Roses identified at the start included:
Those doing the 100k
Steve Cope – Capn Carbon – on his full carbon road bike.
Joe Pittman – Immortal Man
David Bridenbaugh – Mr. Bridenbaugh
Lee Duncan – who brought a friend of his (Ian) who will likely join the weekend rides with the Thorns and Roses
Kevin Smit – GOG – surprised himself completing the ride at an average speed of 17.4 mph (at 40 mile mark was averaging 18.5 mph – then started to cramp last 10 miles).
Jae Brainard – did the 50 k
Theresa Smit – Mother Theresa did the 50k.
See details for the 100k ride by clicking on the link below.
Garmin Connect - Activity Details for Ride for the Rock
Sunday March 7th
Weather was fantastic.
Warm, sunny, calm.
Where was everyone.
Kevin and Theresa arrived at Brueggers expecting a huge turnout for the best weather yet of the winter seasons rides. They sat for almost 40 minutes before the first rider showed up. It was Christy Miller - Pink Triatholete. She has not been on the road on her bike for several months. Lots of Turbo Trainer time and running long distances, but no time on the road. After a brief chit chat the group was joined by Jae Brainard who informed the group that the “Green Flash” was in the parking lot. “Is he on his Fixed Gear bike?” inquired GOG. “YES” Jae responded. “OH when he rides his fixy he is known as THE YELLOW JACKET” GOG went on to explain. Shawn has two clear out fits for cycling. One is his road bike and matching riding shorts and jersey, all bright green. The other his Fixed Gear bike, black and gold and his winter jacket that is also black and gold.
The group left pushed away from the table to join “The Yellow Jacket” in the parking lot. Upon seeing “The Yellow Jacket” GOG noticed that Shawn had TRICKED out his fixy even more. The Yellow Jacket had acquired GOLD ARROW RIMS, replaced his handle bars with GOLD deep drop bars, and replaced his chain rings with GOLD ones. The bike was stunning to look at.
So the expected large turn out resulted in 5 riders at the start of the ride.
Christy Miller – Pink Triatholete – (Pinky)
Jae Brainard
Theresa Smit – Mother Goose
Kevin Smit – GOG
Shawn Richardson – The Yellow Jacket – now with new name due to tricked out Fixy – “KILLER BEE”, and when he rides his road bike he is known as The Green Flash.
The fact that Capn Carbon was not at the start prompted Pinky to speculate that OLGA was to blame for his no show.
The report for the days ride will take on a different format, one that touches on the more memorable moments of the ride rather than a full chronicle of the ride.
The pack stayed together until leaving Cary on High House where it crosses highway 55. This is where Mother Theresa and Jae elected to take a more relaxed pace. GOG and Pinky were both expecting a relaxed recovery style ride as well. For some reason though the pace was one that had them riding along with the KILLER BEE at speeds of 18 – 20 mph. This continued with limited slowing at intersections to ensure traffic was clear before proceeding and ramping back up to speed.
Once on Green Level Church/Lewter Shop the three found themselves in conversations related to summer plans and cycling expectations. GOG told the group about the picture Capn Carbon sent him showing a section of road in Spain that Capn is planning to ride this summer. Yes Capn is headed to Spain for a two week cycling adventure and he is already rubbing GOG’s nose in it.
Pinky then suggested she might go over and watch the tour. “Lance is back and He is going to KICK BUTT” she went onto explain. “Maybe I can meet Lance and have one of his illegitimate Kids” she went on with great excitement in her voice. “Sure, Then you can have one with Tiger Woods, and then bag a Senator when you are done with Tiger” GOG said as he taunted Pinky. “Well maybe one of the kids would grow up and be a big success and then they could take care of me” she rebutted.
All got a good chuckle out of the plan and its outcome.
“You know I don’t Think anyone can get pregnant by Lance” GOG went on in a questioning tone.
“I think he still has one that functions, he just fathered another last year” Pinky provided in an all knowing tone.
“Well regardless, He probably has enough testosterone in his sweat to get you pregnant” GOG added.
Just as that conversation had run its course the group was now only yards from the county line. KILLER BEE slid past the other two to take the sprint win.
“What did the last conversation disturb you that you had to get away” GOG asked KILLER BEE. “Nope, don’t you remember that last time Pinky road with us and I was there and the conversation was something to do with Transvestites” he said with a smile.
“Thats RIGHT, and I think you started that one” Pinky said in confirmation.
Killer Bee now took control of the pull position pulling the others from the county line all the way to the strawberry patch. GOG kept checking his speed, heart rate, and cadence to understand why he was feeling so stressed. The Killer Bee did not fall below 18 mph and held a steady line.
At the strawberry patch the group made the right turn towards Martha Chapel now with GOG back in the pull position. A survival technique he uses to slow the pace. Sometime beating head first into the wind at a manageable speed is easier than struggling to hold on to a rear wheel working hard not to be gapped. The line up of the pace line remained in that order all the way to Lake Jordan. At Lake Jordan the group paused long enough to debate the need for extra miles and to check current mileage and stats.
“18 miles at 16.6 mph average” GOG informed the others.
With that THE KILLER BEE launched himself onto Farrington as it headed towards Holland’s Chapel Road.
THE KILLER BEE pulled the other two the entire length up Kevin’s Crawl, cresting the top at 20 mph.
He remained in the pull position pulling away from the other two slightly as they did their best to respond to his demanding pace.
Back at the Strawberry patch Pinky took Command of the pace line. She forced her way to the front, Killer Bee stayed within striking distance, as GOG continued to demand himself to stay in contact.
Pinky now pushing the pace asking each to respond to her desire to push at 20 mph towards the county line. GOG was playing out the last few miles in his head. He had the opportunity to alter the course to help him survive the onslaught from the two stronger riders. Just about that time Pinky was heard so say to Killer Bee, “You can pass me if you want”. “No, I am OK” he said with a smile. Damn youth. Pinky continued to set the pace. Later it was learned that she had been determined to not let that section of road destroy her as it typically had in the past. She clearly met that challenge on this day.
GOG finally had a plan that would allow him to finish the ride and slow the pace. “OK, lets turn at White Oak” he shouted to the front of the line. “What and do Green Level?” “You know how hilly that is” Pinky wined as she continued to struggle to respond to her goal of not being defeated by the route.
“Yea White Oak has one big hill, but we will turn onto the bike path at the bottom of Green level, and coast on in the last 4 – 5 miles” GOG went on to ensure her of his plan. “Great, that will be a good warm down” Pinky responded with relief.
At White Oak GOG took the reins and led the pack to the turn and associated downhill on Green Level. He was passed by THE KILLER BEE as the group made the turn into the bike path. Another check on stats as they entered the bike path. “OK in the last 7 miles you two pushed the pace so hard we have increased our average from 16.4 to 17.5 mph” GOG announced. Both Pinky and GOG were expecting to slow down and coast along at 12 – 13 mph on the path, however THE KILLER BEE had other ideas and set the pace closer to 17 – 19 mph with periodic slowing for dog, kids, walkers, joggers, intersections with busy roads, etc.
As the pack wondered along the group continued to follow The Killer Bee’s lead up hills, around bends in the path, dodging others. As the path traveled under highway 55 GOG let out one of his PRIMAL SCREAMS. The Killer Bee was ready for it however Pinky just about fell off her bike as the ear drum busting cry was produced by GOG. As the three riders exited the tunnel PINKY barked at GOG “Damn it I almost jumped out of my cleats” she screamed. The Killer Bee smiled as he had prepared for the childish prank from GOG.
The riders passed Susan McBee as she was jogging on the path that leads behind her house.
At the end of the path the group rolled onto Davis drive followed by the right turn onto Waldo Roo. This led them to a left turn onto Cary Parkway and the entrance to Brueggers and the end of the days ride.
These three cyclists finished 30 miles at 16.6 mph average. Must faster than Pinky or GOG had planned for , and slower than THE KILLER BEE had expected.
Click on the link below to view the route details for the ride.
Garmin Connect - Activity Details for Sunday recovery ride (NOT)
Mother Theresa and Jae completed 33 miles that day at a much more comfortable pace.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
End of February Rides – and welcome back to a biking buddy
Saturday Feb 27, 2010
Those in attendance included;
Jen Serino – Slow Jen Fizz – came early in hopes to get some work done (WHAT?)
Theresa Smit – Mother Theresa
Kevin Smit – GOG (Glistening Older Gentleman)
Rob Robertson – second time with the group
Carrie Zelna – Mother Goose
Don Zelna – Earned a nickname on the days ride – know now as – “Track Stand”.
Steve Cope – Capn Carbon formally also known as – The Chihuahua– The Angry Chipmunk – The Gnat.
Josh Carter – Moving Violation
David Bridenbaugh – Mr. Bridenbaugh
Joe Pitman – Immortal Man
Steve Mark – back riding with the group after 4 or 5 months.
Karen Kemerait
Frank Lewis
Todd Pechner – Slow Todd
Eric ????
Dwight Moulton – stopped in again for a bagel run but no bike ride.
The temperature at the start would have been pleasant enough to have ridden without a jacket, however the wind was sharp and cut through to the skin without a jacket to protect against it.
So jackets were in order.
At the start GOG asked if there were any time constraints for the group. Several riders indicated they needed to be back by 11:30 and two suggested they needed to be back by 11 am. With this information GOG designed a route that would allow for at least two points for groups to turn early in the ride. He made it known that no one should be allowed to head back solo so he asked them to please make sure they had others willing to turn early. GOG is always willing to turn early or go slower than the pack so most riders were not concerned about riding solo, or getting dropped.
The riders rolled out of the back parking lot and out onto High House. The wind was a factor both in making it feel colder than the thermometer recorded, and tougher than the speedometer recorded.
Mother Goose was particularly worried about the days ride due to lack of ROSES on the ride. The group that had assembled and that was now charging down High House was comprised of THORNS, and maybe one or two STEMS.
GOG new he had to keep Mother Theresa in his mirror while attempting the Sheppard the THORNS at each turn. This became immediately impossible at the first short climb in the ride. Mother Theresa was gapped as the THORNS rolled easily up the first hill in the Preston Neighborhood. Mother Theresa was still climbing the hill as the THORNS were dashing across Davis Drive and on towards the roundabout. GOG had positioned himself between the THORNS and Mother Theresa in an effort to reach either group as needed. The THORNS were all focused on themselves and the potential for a fast run down RONS PULL or the attack up Carpenter Jenks, or whatever road GOG points them to as they head out of Cary. The gap widened as Mother Theresa was crossing Davis while the THORNS were swinging into the roundabout. Then with a degree of situational awareness the THORNS reluctantly slowed sensing someone was missing. The pace slowed as the group coasted towards the turn at the Yellow barn/big Chicken intersection. GOG saw this happening and pushed towards the THORNS knowing he needed to convey his plan for the days ride. The THORNS did not wait at the intersection. They rolled left as if they were reading GOGs mind. The only THORN that demonstrated a concern to see who all was there was MR. Bridenbaugh. As he turned his head to make his observation he caught GOG signaling him to drop back as GOG was beckoning to him. Without hesitation Mr. Bridenbaugh pulled out of the pack and turned back to join GOG who was still not to the most recent intersection.
“OK, I will hang back and sweep and keep Mother Theresa company” , “ You lead the THORNS”, “Plan to do RONS PULL, then either the Three Ugly Sisters, or UP CHUCK”. GOG was heard as he provided key phrases only rather than a full description of the ride. “I don’t know the Three Ugly Sisters” Mr. Bridenbuagh informed GOG. “Cary Glenn, It is also known as Nicole’s Roller Coaster when coming from the other direction” GOG went on to inform. Mr. Bridenbaugh acknowledged with a head nod.
“At any rate take them to the top of UP CHUCK and then across New HOPE past Mount Pisgah to highway 751” GOG continued to explain. “Then head to Martha Chapel, Folks that need to head back early can stay straight to the Strawberry Patch, everyone else heads to Lake Jordan.” “Then for those wanting more miles take them to the Lystra Gas Station and then back Home either on Martha Chapel or Hollands Chapel”. I will sweep and hope to keep your group in my sights as I do so.
As these instructions were being completed Mother Theresa rounded the corner and had closed the gap significantly. Now the pack was closing in on the next turn. Capn Carbon was looking back as if to be asking what way do we go. Then he spied GOG way in the back signaling to make the right turn onto Carpenter Upchurch Road aka “RON’s PULL”.
With delight the THORNS launched themselves onto that section of road. This would be the first of many opportunities for them to attack each other to then be followed by a short rest and recovery. This behavior would be repeated several times during the days ride. This behavior is one of the distinguishing attributes of how this group rides. If a rider is looking for a long fast steady draft line to ride in they would be greatly disappointed. This group does not seem to possess the level of concentration required for that type of ride. Most are on the THORNS ride to socialize, and do more of the speed play – attack and recover style of riding. Banter is a requirement in this group.
The ROSES are clearly the most social and have no instinct to attack one another.
The STEMS are THORN wanabes but lack the conditioning or the killer instinct required to participate fully in an attack. STEMS are usually used by the THORNS as Domestics. The STEMS end up in the pull position for long periods as the THORNS use that time to recover from the previous attack. As the ride closes in on its last few miles the STEMS are shed as the THORNS attack, attack, attack each other to sort out the Strongest/most skilled among them.
Oddly enough this group can show and support this level of diversity as well as supporting the SPIRIT of a “NO DROP” philosophy. If a rider has issues be they mechanical or physical, support will be provided from within the pack. NO ONE RIDES SOLO.
Back to the ride.
The THORNS had stretched themselves out along ‘RON’s PULL” forming a single file. Mother Theresa was tucked in tight behind GOG who monitored her position to ensure she was not gapped by him as he was also working to not be gapped by those ahead of him. The pack was just starting to wind up when a traffic jam ahead forced all to sit up and coast to a gradual stop.
“Who picked this route” barked Immortal Man. “We could turn around and go towards Holt” he went on to explain. GOG took this in and considered just that thought as Slow Todd slid past the line of cars to assess the situation ahead. Apparently Green Hope High school was sponsoring a run. This had the entire north bound lane closed by the police. They were shuffling the traffic pattern by alternating groups of cars in each direction. Slow Todd returned to announce our group would be turned loose just after then next black car went by from the opposite direction. Less than a minute passed before the cars and cyclists began to slowly travel in the desired direction. No strong pull or long draft line formed due to the congestion, and the fact that the pack was interwoven amongst the line of cars.
Once past Ron’s Pull the pack made their way to Carpenter Fire Station Road, again a busy road that would lead the pack out of town. The group rode single file with all riders still in tow. The pace on this stretch of road typically ranges between 17 and 20 miles per hour. Today was no exception even with a bit of strong head wind. As the pack closed in on Cary Glenn Capn Carbon and Mr. Bridenbaugh glanced over their shoulders in an attempt to make eye contact with GOG. GOG was pointing straight ahead signaling that they would likely be headed towards UPCHUCK.
The pack was intact as the group slowed and then glided through the left turn from Carpenter Fire Station onto Yates Store. Each rider looked to see what gear they were in and to make appropriate gear changes in anticipation of the fast down-hill, momentum draining flat section, and then GRAVITY CRUSHING CLIMB known to all as UPCHUCK. The attack on the downhill had the group totally scattered as each rider elected to approach the pending climb with a different solution. Some would coast the downhill and spin on the flat in an effort to start the climb spun out and in an easier gear. Some pushed a big gear on the downhill building enough momentum to support the big gear demand for at least a third of the climb to be followed with either rapid shifting into easier gear, and/or standing as the pressure on the peddles demanded more power.
GOG was near the back of the pack. He was unable to focus on the outcome of the climb beyond his own survival, so he cannot report who took the poke a dot jersey. Once at the top of the climb GOG realized the pack already had enough information to continue their ride across New Hope Church Road towards 751. GOG circled at the top for Mother Theresa, who was being accompanied by Mother Goose. Rob Robertson had slowed and was waiting to see if GOG needed help. Mother Goose saw that GOG was circling and handed off Mother Theresa into his charge. Mother Goose then charged on forward to close the gap on the THORNS. Rob was torn between waiting on GOG, and joining Mother Goose in the chase down of the pack. “I got her, you go on” yelled GOG to Rob. By then Mother Goose was well down the road leaving Rob in no man’s land. He was trapped there the entire length of New Hope Church Road. To make matters worse all were faced with a stiff head wind, and Rob had no one to draft.
“You go on ahead, I do not want to slow you down, I am going to turn around at 751” Mother Theresa was informing GOG. “I do not want you to ride alone” replied GOG. “No one should ride alone” he went on to add.
Now faced with a real dilemma. GOG was working to figure out how to let the pack go without him so he could ensure Mother Theresa was not left alone on the road. Who should he assign as the sweep if he is not able to continue on the designated route. Somehow Mother Theresa could see this conflict for GOG and without saying a word picked up the pace and pushed on towards 751 where the pack was now waiting for their arrival. As the two joined the group Mother Theresa informed GOG that she was OK just needed a short break to blow her nose. “Capn”, “No Need to hold the group up any more”, “Theresa and I will follow and pick up anyone who falls off the back”. “Those that want to turn early can do so at the Strawberry patch, or at the end of Martha’s Chapel Road” GOG was now providing his final ride instructions to Capn Carbon and Mr. Bridenbaugh. Mother Theresa was still focused on her nose as the pack jumped onto 751 headed for several long hills and the turn at Martha’s Chapel Road.
GOG and Mother Theresa slowly slid onto 751 and prepared themselves for the heavy traffic and tough hills that lay ahead. Mother Theresa used the slow climbs on that stretch of road to practice License plate recognition. As each car passed on the uphill section she would try and memorize the license plate. She would like for each rider to learn how to capture license plate numbers, along with vehicle model, make and color information in the event the group encounters drivers who are unable/unwilling to share the road. It has been the group’s experience that when confronted by one of these types of drivers no one has the awareness to get that information. Most of the time the riders are startled and focused on their cycling skills to avoid an incident rather than looking to identify any information that could be communicated to the authorities. The dilemma even then is that the authorities can do little without a 3 rd party witness to any event. Still the only power a cyclist has in a situation like that is to remain in control of the bike, while gaining vital information of the incident, and then reporting that as accurately as possible to the authorities. It has been told to this group in the past that when that happens the police will visit the driver and inform them of a complaint, put them on notice, and then explain the rules of the road, and request that the next time they encounter cyclists on the road they provide for safe passage by all. Who knows maybe this will save a cyclist from that drivers bad habits next time, and it maybe you who is passed carefully and courteously by that driver.
GOG and Mother Theresa were the last two to the turn at Martha’s Chapel. The THORNS were no ware in sight. The two settled into a nice smooth run down towards Lake Jordan with Mother Theresa tucked in out of the wind behind the body mass of GOG. As the two cyclists rolled up to the intersection of Martha’s Chapel and Farrington they observed two cyclists headed back up, it was Slow Todd and Eric. They elected to head back due to the time constraints. In addition GOG and Mother Theresa spied the pack all bunched up at the intersection taking on water and a short rest. As the two glided up to the back of the pack Capn Carbon spoke “We are all headed back from here, no one care to do the run up to the Lystra Gas station.”
With that information the pack was directed left onto Farrington and the section of road known as “Kevin’s Crawl”. Capn Carbon looked at GOG and signaled with his head and shoulders in a gesture that suggested GOG should take his honored spot at the front of the pack for his typical pull up “Kevin’s Crawl”. GOG replied “No Thanks, Don’t have it in me today”. GOG fell to the back of the pace line as the group began the pull up the hill. Within a ¼ mile GOG found himself reaching for the rhythm that powers him up the incline. Slowly his cadence responded to the ever increasing pressure of the hill. Realizing he was indeed speeding up GOG pulled out wide and began to walk past one cyclist after another until sliding back into line near the front of the pack. The group crested “Kevin’s Crawl” at 20 mph. A great run for being early in the season. This splintered the group with all coming together once again as they made the next left turn onto Holland’s Chapel road.
The previous push up “Kevin’s Crawl” lit a spark in the THORNS who were now pushing the pace at 18 – 21 mph with others doing all they could to hold on. GOG and Mother Theresa never had a chance and were happy to survive as best they could together to complete the days ride. They did notice at least one additional rider who was off the back of the pack and in no-mans land. It was Rob Robertson pushing against the wind unassisted. These cyclists remained separated and in sight of each other all the way to the Strawberry Patch and onto Lewter Shop as it leads the way back into Cary.
Then suddenly a pack of cyclists were identified as they bunched up on the edge of the road. The THORNS were all hovering around chatting and watching as Capn Carbon was observed helping Immortal Man change a flat tire.
GOG and Mother Theresa approached the group just seconds after Rob Robertson had made his stop.
“ What?, the THORNS can’t sustain the speed without long stops alongside the road” scoffed GOG.
Just at that moment Rob decided he would head on down the road to get a slight head start. This startled the THORNS who were torn between protecting one of theirs or taking chase to ensure no one gets ahead of them.
“Lets go” demanded GOG. “They can catch us” he went on to inform the group.
“Capn can pull me back to the pack” Immortal Man assured his peers.
“What path were you planning to lead the group back on Mr. Bridenbuagh” asked GOG. “Right at White Oak, and then straight on in on Green Level” was Mr. Bridenbaugh’s command.
With that all but Mr. Bridenbaugh, Capn Carbon, Immortal Man, and Don Zelna jumped on their bikes and headed down the road. Don actually had started but a phone call held him back as he stopped to answer it, meanwhile his wife “Mother Goose” was already in hot pursuit of the pack and the breakaway Rob Robertson.
There was no visible attack at the county line, at least no one in sight of GOG who was unable to latch onto the THORNS from their earlier pit stop. The THORNS did slow just long enough to make a tentative right turn at what they believed to be White Oak Church road. In doing so they looked back to get a signal from GOG as to the correctness of the maneuver. In the distance GOG signaled as large as he could for all to see his concurrence of their most recent maneuver. As GOG made that turn most of those in front, including Mother Theresa, were already at the bottom of the hill and preparing for the climb up White Oak past the Tobacco trail entrance. GOG was the last to the next intersection. Rob had already committed to a left turn, the others were patiently waiting for the car behind them to make a move, and to once again gain conformation from GOG. “Left turn here and stay straight all the way back to brueggers”, “Please be careful on High house when we have to cross 4 lanes of traffic to get back into the parking lot”. As GOG was completing this last set of instructions the pack rolled away and on down the hill on Green Level towards Cary. He initially caught up with Rob who was riding comfortably. “Back there on Holland Chapel I thought I was doing really well.” “I was riding strong at 18 mph and yet the pack was pulling away from me as if I was standing still”. “I realize I am not ready for them yet”. Rob reported to GOG. “You are riding well”. “Especially early in the season, and having never ridden in a group before”. GOG said in an effort to encourage additional visits from Rob back to the group rides.
Then the climb up Green Level prior to it changing names to High House began to bog the riders down. No position changes occurred just larger gaps between groups and individual riders. As GOG crested the hill he checked on the status of those behind and was anticipating the return of Capn Carbon, Mr. Bridenbuaugh, Don, and Immortal man. Sure enough in his mirror he could see a small pack racing up the hill towards him. The pack had actually splintered into two riders a gap, a third rider, a gap and a forth rider.
Then a sudden change in air pressure announced the approach of a fast moving locomotive from behind. WHOOOOSH a blue steak was observed out of the corner of the eye as first Mr. Bridenbaugh careened past with Capn Carbon in tow. The swirl of wind was just dying down as Immortal Man rode up to GOG, coasted long enough along side to explain “THEY CRUSHED ME ON THE HILL”. Then in a short burst he accelerated in a effort to announce he had his second wind and was up for the challenge. He set his sights on the cyclists up ahead and pushed to close the gap on them. Don Zelna was the next to glide up beside GOG and he too was amazed at the power and strength of those who he had been drafting in an effort to catch back up to the pack. “I just could not hold on any longer” he said in short gasping spurts. Don then settled down into a pace that matched GOG’s. Together they rode onto the edge of Cary. The light at highway 55 allowed for a short rest before the groups made their way onto High House. It was at this intersection that Beth Gonzalez and her daughter honked their horn in an effort to say Hi to the group of cyclists. GOG caught who they were but had no strength to return the acknowledgment.
As the cyclists pushed the peddles edging their bikes ever closer to Cary Don and Rob were out in front of GOG and Mother Theresa. It was just after the bridge and the set of lights that allow traffic to pass thru the intersection in an orderly fashion that GOG caught up. As he did so Don had slowed in an effort to ask if they should turn there or go straight, Rob has slid up to Don on Don’s left side, and GOG was just pulling up along side Rob. And then….. Just like Arty Johnson (riding a trike and falling over on Rowan And Martin’s Laugh-in), DON slowly fell to his right with feet still clipped into his peddles. This spawned a few honks from cars as they too enjoyed the show. Don scrambled to recover his feet only to wrap himself up tighter into the bike frame. A perfect demonstration of how NOT to do a “TRACK STAND”. This maneuver has been repeated many times by many many cyclists, they just didn’t do it in front of GOG who has the duty of providing nicknames for riders in the group. So Don Zelna will now be known within the THORNS and ROSES as TRACK STAND.
Once recovered from his mishap Don took chase as GOG was still laughing when he rolled up to Don’s wife Mother Goose to inform her that DON had Crashed. GOG provided no more information as he now slid past the stunned and concerned Mother Goose. Within seconds Don was there to indicate he was OK.
At the lights on High House and Davis Drive Don and the others caught GOG waiting for Green. “Thanks a lot for ratting on me” he said to GOG in complete disappointment that something so trivial was worth reporting to his wife who was now laughing at him. Rob Robertson was quick to point out the most obvious “Oh you don’t have to worry about having your wife being the only person who will learn of your fall”. “I suspect you might read about it in a BLOG somewhere” and with a wink Rob was the first thru the Green light.
The ride produced 31 miles at an average speed of 15 mph for the Stems/Rose. The THORNS average was clearly better even though the elapsed time due to all the stops was almost identical to the Stems and Rose. A fun ride that had something for everyone. Lots of Thank You’s from those in attendance. “I always get a great work out with the attack and recovery style rides” Slow Jen Fizz was heard as she was sharing her appreciation on how the group rides.
Thank YOU all for helping form the unique character of the group and its rides.
Lets continue to work together to provide what each is looking for in a safe, fun, ride.
Remember “Never Take Yourself Too Seriously”.
Sunday February 28th.
Another windy day, that forced layers of clothing on what should have been a warm day per the thermometer.
In attendance;
Emil Veaszquez – not on his city cruiser – he was on a serious tri bike.
David Bridenbaugh - Mr. Bridendbaugh
Theresa Smit – Mother Theresa
Jay Brainard
Kevin Smit – GOG
AND A VERY LARGE WELCOME BACK TO
Jeffery Roussel – Down Hill Racer. – Jeff had not been back on his bike since the crash and broken collar bone sustained on one of last year’s rides. It is great to have him back in the saddle, and in the group.
The days ride started with very low energy. The group was missing the small energy power plant known as Capn Carbon. Capn has a very infectious energy level that sets sparks flying just by him being around.
In addition each individual was standing with their hands in there arm pits in an effort to remain warm with the wind cutting thru all layers of clothing and underlying epidermis. GOG looked at Emil and Mr. Bridenbaugh to detect the level of effort they were hoping to participate in. These two riders were the only make up of the THORNS, the rest of the riders were emitting body language that suggested they would like to be classified at the start as ROSES.
GOG’s feeble brain was working the situation as a improviser might do when thrown an odd suggestion from the audience. How does he turn that suggestion (the weather, the mix and number of riders at the start) into a ride all can enjoy and benefit from?
He first approached Emil. “Any expectations for the days ride?” he asked. The perfect open ended question, designed to challenge the recipient to either quickly reply with a “what ever” style response, or if Truly a strong need is expressed it would be delivered with great detail. Either way GOG would have more information to work with. “I am here just to ride, no real need for distance or speed”. Emil was happy to provide. GOG looked at Mr. Bridenbaugh who after Emil’s response would be the only THORN left to express his needs. Mr. Bridenbaugh has been riding with the group long enough to understand, nourish, and lead the “Spirit” of the ride and its participants. His look back at GOG suggested he would support anything for the days ride. GOG had all the information required to make an executive decision designed to support all in attendance.
“Jay how about you take us on the RTP route” GOG was heard as he delegated to one of the many who are capable of leading a group on a safe fun ride. GOG is learning to engage others in the route design and leadership of this dynamic group of cyclists. Shared Ownership can be a positive experience as long as those sharing the responsibility keep the concept and spirit consistent.
“OK” was Jays reply, as she heartily accepted the leadership role for the day’s ride.
The ride followed the standard path out of brueggers onto the streets of Cary and into the Preston neighborhood. Emil, Mr. Bridenbuagh and GOG rode slightly ahead of Down Hill Racer (who was still working through early season adjustments). He was riding ahead of Mother Theresa and Jay. None were attacking out of respect for what was expected to be a casual ride with all staying together.
GOG confidently guided Mr. Bridenbaugh, Down Hill Racer, and Emil to make a right turn at the Giant Chicken. As all three riders aligned themselves onto Lewis Stevens they could hear a shrill “KEVIN”. This was followed by GOG signaling to those behind that he was slowing and stopping to investigate the alarm. In looking back they all saw Jay and Mother Theresa make a left hand turn at the Giant Chicken. “Ah They Pulled a GOG maneuver on YOU” taunted Mr. Bridenbaugh. All turned and headed towards Jay the ride leader to fall in line. Upon reaching her she informed GOG “I do not want to miss out on a strong pull and run down RON’s PULL”. Wow who would have known that the ROSES love to turn up the volume and push the pace. Actually it has been reported they enjoy a solid effort from each ROSE participating in a rotating draft line. They have even been observed coaching each other in the proper techniques of drafting and taking turns in the pull position. Their approach is designed to challenge each rider without dropping them from the draft line, more a team spirited effort than and individually focused effort.
The run down RON’s PULL started with Mother Theresa taking the pull position. She was observed holding a steady line as she guided those behind her in ever increasing tempo and speed. She did this while responding to a very strong head wind. NICE JOB.
GOG was in line behind Emil who was behind Jay who had taken the second spot in the draft line. Down Hill Racer was tucked in behind GOG and Mr. Bridenbaugh was acting as sweep. Down Hill Racer was doing a solid job of showing no fear in the draft line. It was a draft line incident that had resulted in last year’s crash and broken collar bone for Down Hill Racer. The single file continued for well over a ½ mile with Mother Theresa solidly in the Pull position. GOG was waiting for Mother Theresa to pull out and glide into place at the end of the pace line, but she was unwilling to relinquish the reins. GOG then looked for someone in the pack to pull out and push to the front and take the reins from Mother Theresa. None responded. GOG then pulled out of the draft line and pushed slowly to the front. “Solid Pull Theresa”, “It’s my turn now” GOG said as he acknowledged the strong effort by that ROSE. GOG was shocked at how strong the head wind was and reflected again to himself how well Mother Theresa did at the Pull position against the wind. To better describe the effort that had been provided by Mother Theresa GOG was unable to increase the speed much beyond that provided earlier by her.
GOG continued to control the front of the pace line, checking periodically in his mirror to monitor for any gaps and then adjust speed accordingly in an effort to keep all in tight formation.
The Pack was directed to make the right turn at the end of Ron’s Pull and then to stay straight, missing the usual left turn onto Carpenter Fire Station. The pack instead was guided to the left turn onto Koppers Road, and back into a combative head wind. GOG was sensing that Emil was itching to practice his attack and recovery skills. He observed Emil sliding out of the draft line, making a short run up the side of the draft line, and then coasting back into position. Mr. Bridenbaugh was riding solidly confident of his own skills as he sat comfortably at the end of the pace line. His body language projected the confidence of a strong rider who could easily respond to any challenge from any and all riders on the days ride. This was demonstrated as the pack rounded the turn towards Davis drive. It was at that point in the ride when his cell phone rang. “You guys go on, I will take this call, and then catch up”, he said calmly. Sure enough by the time the pack reached the stop light at Davis Drive, Mr. Bridnbaugh was back in the pace line. Once across Davis Dr. Down Hill Racer elected to break away. He was definitely testing out his reactions, conditioning, bike functionality, and mended shoulder. His effort was sustained the entire length of McCrimmon Parkway. He was followed by Emil who was happy to respond by dancing on his peddles to close the gap produced by Down Hill Racers break-away move. The two break-away riders were smart enough to slow down to check the status of the packs next turn. Sure enough everyone was being directed to make a left turn onto Church Street placing all rider smack in the face of a head wind. GOG found himself once again in the lead of the group. Emil was on GOGs wheel, followed by Down Hill Racer, and Mr. Bridnbaugh. Mother Theresa and Jay both had dropped a considerable distance back as they did not attack the turn as aggressively.
The Pace line that had been established slowly splintered the remaining pack, with Emil making his break as GOG was struggling to maintain 13 mph into the head wind. Emil exploded past as if to ask “Is that all you got GOG?”.
The pack regrouped at Church and Highway 54.
After a short pause the group was directed onto Highway 54 towards RTP. Emil still feeling strong shot on past everyone and rode at least one city block ahead of the other riders. The wind was very strong and all others fought to make head way against it. As the pack closed in on their next turn Emil was already headed thru the light at that intersection. GOG elected not to shout out to Emil regarding the turn he was missing due to the fact that his voice would not be able to travel more than a few inches before the wind would throw it back in his face. Instead GOG and the others signaled their intention in hopes the Emil would glance back soon to check on the others. Sure enough just as Emil finished crossing the intersection he glanced back to see he had indeed missed the next turn. His timing allowed him to quickly adjust, make the turn, and wait on the other side of the turn for the pack to perform a more controlled left hand maneuver.
The group split slightly again into two groups as they rode in a strong cross wind that played with the front wheels of the riders bikes. The group was now traveling Hopson drive as it headed back towards Lewis Stevens and Highway 55. The crossed a area where large bulldozers and earthmovers were clearing the way for the planned route of 540. As they slowed and regrouped at Davis drive GOG suggested the following “How about we shorten the route some”. “I would vote for that” responded Mr. Bridenbaugh. No one else voted either way so majority ruled. “OK, Lets turn at Lewis Stevens and stay straight on it to the end, then short run down Davis and into the neighborhood, past their pool, and out back onto Koppers Road, that will take us straight all the way back to the BIG CHICKEN” announced Jay as she continued to provide solid leadership for the days ride. “I am looking forward to the tail wind we should get on Lewis Stevens” squealed Emil. Down Hill Racer almost cringed with the realization that having Emil announce is expectation of a tail wind might have likely jinxed every-one with a switch in the head wind direction.
The group swung easily onto Lewis Stevens. Emil and Mr. Bridenbaugh took full advantage of the tail wind and charged on ahead of the group. Jay, Mother Theresa, Down Hill Racer, and GOG all took turns riding solo and at times with at least one other in the group. This was the first time there was any casual chit chat on the ride, no Banter however.
The riders regrouped at Davis, with Mr. Bridnbaugh and Emil both charging onto the next set of turns as described by the ride leader, once that information was provided (again).
The pack did not regroup until all had made their way past the neighborhood pool and back out onto Old Maynard Road. “I did not know these roads were back here, and I did not know there was an OLD MAYNARD ROAD” Mr. Bridenbaugh said in amazement. The group then headed straight off of OLD MAYNARD and back onto Koppers road and the straight shot home to the turn at the BIG CHICKEN.
The rest of the ride was completed quietly as each rider was now coming to grips with the end of the days ride. Some were thinking to themselves “this was too slow, easy, and short, but glad I rode”. Some were thinking “Not bad for having been off the bike with a broken collar bone”. Some were thinking “ tough ride for as short as it was”. The ride ended with all returning safely to the end Down Hill Racer had the most miles since he rode to the start of the ride. The rest of the riders completed 24 miles at a 14+ mph average.
Those in attendance included;
Jen Serino – Slow Jen Fizz – came early in hopes to get some work done (WHAT?)
Theresa Smit – Mother Theresa
Kevin Smit – GOG (Glistening Older Gentleman)
Rob Robertson – second time with the group
Carrie Zelna – Mother Goose
Don Zelna – Earned a nickname on the days ride – know now as – “Track Stand”.
Steve Cope – Capn Carbon formally also known as – The Chihuahua– The Angry Chipmunk – The Gnat.
Josh Carter – Moving Violation
David Bridenbaugh – Mr. Bridenbaugh
Joe Pitman – Immortal Man
Steve Mark – back riding with the group after 4 or 5 months.
Karen Kemerait
Frank Lewis
Todd Pechner – Slow Todd
Eric ????
Dwight Moulton – stopped in again for a bagel run but no bike ride.
The temperature at the start would have been pleasant enough to have ridden without a jacket, however the wind was sharp and cut through to the skin without a jacket to protect against it.
So jackets were in order.
At the start GOG asked if there were any time constraints for the group. Several riders indicated they needed to be back by 11:30 and two suggested they needed to be back by 11 am. With this information GOG designed a route that would allow for at least two points for groups to turn early in the ride. He made it known that no one should be allowed to head back solo so he asked them to please make sure they had others willing to turn early. GOG is always willing to turn early or go slower than the pack so most riders were not concerned about riding solo, or getting dropped.
The riders rolled out of the back parking lot and out onto High House. The wind was a factor both in making it feel colder than the thermometer recorded, and tougher than the speedometer recorded.
Mother Goose was particularly worried about the days ride due to lack of ROSES on the ride. The group that had assembled and that was now charging down High House was comprised of THORNS, and maybe one or two STEMS.
GOG new he had to keep Mother Theresa in his mirror while attempting the Sheppard the THORNS at each turn. This became immediately impossible at the first short climb in the ride. Mother Theresa was gapped as the THORNS rolled easily up the first hill in the Preston Neighborhood. Mother Theresa was still climbing the hill as the THORNS were dashing across Davis Drive and on towards the roundabout. GOG had positioned himself between the THORNS and Mother Theresa in an effort to reach either group as needed. The THORNS were all focused on themselves and the potential for a fast run down RONS PULL or the attack up Carpenter Jenks, or whatever road GOG points them to as they head out of Cary. The gap widened as Mother Theresa was crossing Davis while the THORNS were swinging into the roundabout. Then with a degree of situational awareness the THORNS reluctantly slowed sensing someone was missing. The pace slowed as the group coasted towards the turn at the Yellow barn/big Chicken intersection. GOG saw this happening and pushed towards the THORNS knowing he needed to convey his plan for the days ride. The THORNS did not wait at the intersection. They rolled left as if they were reading GOGs mind. The only THORN that demonstrated a concern to see who all was there was MR. Bridenbaugh. As he turned his head to make his observation he caught GOG signaling him to drop back as GOG was beckoning to him. Without hesitation Mr. Bridenbaugh pulled out of the pack and turned back to join GOG who was still not to the most recent intersection.
“OK, I will hang back and sweep and keep Mother Theresa company” , “ You lead the THORNS”, “Plan to do RONS PULL, then either the Three Ugly Sisters, or UP CHUCK”. GOG was heard as he provided key phrases only rather than a full description of the ride. “I don’t know the Three Ugly Sisters” Mr. Bridenbuagh informed GOG. “Cary Glenn, It is also known as Nicole’s Roller Coaster when coming from the other direction” GOG went on to inform. Mr. Bridenbaugh acknowledged with a head nod.
“At any rate take them to the top of UP CHUCK and then across New HOPE past Mount Pisgah to highway 751” GOG continued to explain. “Then head to Martha Chapel, Folks that need to head back early can stay straight to the Strawberry Patch, everyone else heads to Lake Jordan.” “Then for those wanting more miles take them to the Lystra Gas Station and then back Home either on Martha Chapel or Hollands Chapel”. I will sweep and hope to keep your group in my sights as I do so.
As these instructions were being completed Mother Theresa rounded the corner and had closed the gap significantly. Now the pack was closing in on the next turn. Capn Carbon was looking back as if to be asking what way do we go. Then he spied GOG way in the back signaling to make the right turn onto Carpenter Upchurch Road aka “RON’s PULL”.
With delight the THORNS launched themselves onto that section of road. This would be the first of many opportunities for them to attack each other to then be followed by a short rest and recovery. This behavior would be repeated several times during the days ride. This behavior is one of the distinguishing attributes of how this group rides. If a rider is looking for a long fast steady draft line to ride in they would be greatly disappointed. This group does not seem to possess the level of concentration required for that type of ride. Most are on the THORNS ride to socialize, and do more of the speed play – attack and recover style of riding. Banter is a requirement in this group.
The ROSES are clearly the most social and have no instinct to attack one another.
The STEMS are THORN wanabes but lack the conditioning or the killer instinct required to participate fully in an attack. STEMS are usually used by the THORNS as Domestics. The STEMS end up in the pull position for long periods as the THORNS use that time to recover from the previous attack. As the ride closes in on its last few miles the STEMS are shed as the THORNS attack, attack, attack each other to sort out the Strongest/most skilled among them.
Oddly enough this group can show and support this level of diversity as well as supporting the SPIRIT of a “NO DROP” philosophy. If a rider has issues be they mechanical or physical, support will be provided from within the pack. NO ONE RIDES SOLO.
Back to the ride.
The THORNS had stretched themselves out along ‘RON’s PULL” forming a single file. Mother Theresa was tucked in tight behind GOG who monitored her position to ensure she was not gapped by him as he was also working to not be gapped by those ahead of him. The pack was just starting to wind up when a traffic jam ahead forced all to sit up and coast to a gradual stop.
“Who picked this route” barked Immortal Man. “We could turn around and go towards Holt” he went on to explain. GOG took this in and considered just that thought as Slow Todd slid past the line of cars to assess the situation ahead. Apparently Green Hope High school was sponsoring a run. This had the entire north bound lane closed by the police. They were shuffling the traffic pattern by alternating groups of cars in each direction. Slow Todd returned to announce our group would be turned loose just after then next black car went by from the opposite direction. Less than a minute passed before the cars and cyclists began to slowly travel in the desired direction. No strong pull or long draft line formed due to the congestion, and the fact that the pack was interwoven amongst the line of cars.
Once past Ron’s Pull the pack made their way to Carpenter Fire Station Road, again a busy road that would lead the pack out of town. The group rode single file with all riders still in tow. The pace on this stretch of road typically ranges between 17 and 20 miles per hour. Today was no exception even with a bit of strong head wind. As the pack closed in on Cary Glenn Capn Carbon and Mr. Bridenbaugh glanced over their shoulders in an attempt to make eye contact with GOG. GOG was pointing straight ahead signaling that they would likely be headed towards UPCHUCK.
The pack was intact as the group slowed and then glided through the left turn from Carpenter Fire Station onto Yates Store. Each rider looked to see what gear they were in and to make appropriate gear changes in anticipation of the fast down-hill, momentum draining flat section, and then GRAVITY CRUSHING CLIMB known to all as UPCHUCK. The attack on the downhill had the group totally scattered as each rider elected to approach the pending climb with a different solution. Some would coast the downhill and spin on the flat in an effort to start the climb spun out and in an easier gear. Some pushed a big gear on the downhill building enough momentum to support the big gear demand for at least a third of the climb to be followed with either rapid shifting into easier gear, and/or standing as the pressure on the peddles demanded more power.
GOG was near the back of the pack. He was unable to focus on the outcome of the climb beyond his own survival, so he cannot report who took the poke a dot jersey. Once at the top of the climb GOG realized the pack already had enough information to continue their ride across New Hope Church Road towards 751. GOG circled at the top for Mother Theresa, who was being accompanied by Mother Goose. Rob Robertson had slowed and was waiting to see if GOG needed help. Mother Goose saw that GOG was circling and handed off Mother Theresa into his charge. Mother Goose then charged on forward to close the gap on the THORNS. Rob was torn between waiting on GOG, and joining Mother Goose in the chase down of the pack. “I got her, you go on” yelled GOG to Rob. By then Mother Goose was well down the road leaving Rob in no man’s land. He was trapped there the entire length of New Hope Church Road. To make matters worse all were faced with a stiff head wind, and Rob had no one to draft.
“You go on ahead, I do not want to slow you down, I am going to turn around at 751” Mother Theresa was informing GOG. “I do not want you to ride alone” replied GOG. “No one should ride alone” he went on to add.
Now faced with a real dilemma. GOG was working to figure out how to let the pack go without him so he could ensure Mother Theresa was not left alone on the road. Who should he assign as the sweep if he is not able to continue on the designated route. Somehow Mother Theresa could see this conflict for GOG and without saying a word picked up the pace and pushed on towards 751 where the pack was now waiting for their arrival. As the two joined the group Mother Theresa informed GOG that she was OK just needed a short break to blow her nose. “Capn”, “No Need to hold the group up any more”, “Theresa and I will follow and pick up anyone who falls off the back”. “Those that want to turn early can do so at the Strawberry patch, or at the end of Martha’s Chapel Road” GOG was now providing his final ride instructions to Capn Carbon and Mr. Bridenbaugh. Mother Theresa was still focused on her nose as the pack jumped onto 751 headed for several long hills and the turn at Martha’s Chapel Road.
GOG and Mother Theresa slowly slid onto 751 and prepared themselves for the heavy traffic and tough hills that lay ahead. Mother Theresa used the slow climbs on that stretch of road to practice License plate recognition. As each car passed on the uphill section she would try and memorize the license plate. She would like for each rider to learn how to capture license plate numbers, along with vehicle model, make and color information in the event the group encounters drivers who are unable/unwilling to share the road. It has been the group’s experience that when confronted by one of these types of drivers no one has the awareness to get that information. Most of the time the riders are startled and focused on their cycling skills to avoid an incident rather than looking to identify any information that could be communicated to the authorities. The dilemma even then is that the authorities can do little without a 3 rd party witness to any event. Still the only power a cyclist has in a situation like that is to remain in control of the bike, while gaining vital information of the incident, and then reporting that as accurately as possible to the authorities. It has been told to this group in the past that when that happens the police will visit the driver and inform them of a complaint, put them on notice, and then explain the rules of the road, and request that the next time they encounter cyclists on the road they provide for safe passage by all. Who knows maybe this will save a cyclist from that drivers bad habits next time, and it maybe you who is passed carefully and courteously by that driver.
GOG and Mother Theresa were the last two to the turn at Martha’s Chapel. The THORNS were no ware in sight. The two settled into a nice smooth run down towards Lake Jordan with Mother Theresa tucked in out of the wind behind the body mass of GOG. As the two cyclists rolled up to the intersection of Martha’s Chapel and Farrington they observed two cyclists headed back up, it was Slow Todd and Eric. They elected to head back due to the time constraints. In addition GOG and Mother Theresa spied the pack all bunched up at the intersection taking on water and a short rest. As the two glided up to the back of the pack Capn Carbon spoke “We are all headed back from here, no one care to do the run up to the Lystra Gas station.”
With that information the pack was directed left onto Farrington and the section of road known as “Kevin’s Crawl”. Capn Carbon looked at GOG and signaled with his head and shoulders in a gesture that suggested GOG should take his honored spot at the front of the pack for his typical pull up “Kevin’s Crawl”. GOG replied “No Thanks, Don’t have it in me today”. GOG fell to the back of the pace line as the group began the pull up the hill. Within a ¼ mile GOG found himself reaching for the rhythm that powers him up the incline. Slowly his cadence responded to the ever increasing pressure of the hill. Realizing he was indeed speeding up GOG pulled out wide and began to walk past one cyclist after another until sliding back into line near the front of the pack. The group crested “Kevin’s Crawl” at 20 mph. A great run for being early in the season. This splintered the group with all coming together once again as they made the next left turn onto Holland’s Chapel road.
The previous push up “Kevin’s Crawl” lit a spark in the THORNS who were now pushing the pace at 18 – 21 mph with others doing all they could to hold on. GOG and Mother Theresa never had a chance and were happy to survive as best they could together to complete the days ride. They did notice at least one additional rider who was off the back of the pack and in no-mans land. It was Rob Robertson pushing against the wind unassisted. These cyclists remained separated and in sight of each other all the way to the Strawberry Patch and onto Lewter Shop as it leads the way back into Cary.
Then suddenly a pack of cyclists were identified as they bunched up on the edge of the road. The THORNS were all hovering around chatting and watching as Capn Carbon was observed helping Immortal Man change a flat tire.
GOG and Mother Theresa approached the group just seconds after Rob Robertson had made his stop.
“ What?, the THORNS can’t sustain the speed without long stops alongside the road” scoffed GOG.
Just at that moment Rob decided he would head on down the road to get a slight head start. This startled the THORNS who were torn between protecting one of theirs or taking chase to ensure no one gets ahead of them.
“Lets go” demanded GOG. “They can catch us” he went on to inform the group.
“Capn can pull me back to the pack” Immortal Man assured his peers.
“What path were you planning to lead the group back on Mr. Bridenbuagh” asked GOG. “Right at White Oak, and then straight on in on Green Level” was Mr. Bridenbaugh’s command.
With that all but Mr. Bridenbaugh, Capn Carbon, Immortal Man, and Don Zelna jumped on their bikes and headed down the road. Don actually had started but a phone call held him back as he stopped to answer it, meanwhile his wife “Mother Goose” was already in hot pursuit of the pack and the breakaway Rob Robertson.
There was no visible attack at the county line, at least no one in sight of GOG who was unable to latch onto the THORNS from their earlier pit stop. The THORNS did slow just long enough to make a tentative right turn at what they believed to be White Oak Church road. In doing so they looked back to get a signal from GOG as to the correctness of the maneuver. In the distance GOG signaled as large as he could for all to see his concurrence of their most recent maneuver. As GOG made that turn most of those in front, including Mother Theresa, were already at the bottom of the hill and preparing for the climb up White Oak past the Tobacco trail entrance. GOG was the last to the next intersection. Rob had already committed to a left turn, the others were patiently waiting for the car behind them to make a move, and to once again gain conformation from GOG. “Left turn here and stay straight all the way back to brueggers”, “Please be careful on High house when we have to cross 4 lanes of traffic to get back into the parking lot”. As GOG was completing this last set of instructions the pack rolled away and on down the hill on Green Level towards Cary. He initially caught up with Rob who was riding comfortably. “Back there on Holland Chapel I thought I was doing really well.” “I was riding strong at 18 mph and yet the pack was pulling away from me as if I was standing still”. “I realize I am not ready for them yet”. Rob reported to GOG. “You are riding well”. “Especially early in the season, and having never ridden in a group before”. GOG said in an effort to encourage additional visits from Rob back to the group rides.
Then the climb up Green Level prior to it changing names to High House began to bog the riders down. No position changes occurred just larger gaps between groups and individual riders. As GOG crested the hill he checked on the status of those behind and was anticipating the return of Capn Carbon, Mr. Bridenbuaugh, Don, and Immortal man. Sure enough in his mirror he could see a small pack racing up the hill towards him. The pack had actually splintered into two riders a gap, a third rider, a gap and a forth rider.
Then a sudden change in air pressure announced the approach of a fast moving locomotive from behind. WHOOOOSH a blue steak was observed out of the corner of the eye as first Mr. Bridenbaugh careened past with Capn Carbon in tow. The swirl of wind was just dying down as Immortal Man rode up to GOG, coasted long enough along side to explain “THEY CRUSHED ME ON THE HILL”. Then in a short burst he accelerated in a effort to announce he had his second wind and was up for the challenge. He set his sights on the cyclists up ahead and pushed to close the gap on them. Don Zelna was the next to glide up beside GOG and he too was amazed at the power and strength of those who he had been drafting in an effort to catch back up to the pack. “I just could not hold on any longer” he said in short gasping spurts. Don then settled down into a pace that matched GOG’s. Together they rode onto the edge of Cary. The light at highway 55 allowed for a short rest before the groups made their way onto High House. It was at this intersection that Beth Gonzalez and her daughter honked their horn in an effort to say Hi to the group of cyclists. GOG caught who they were but had no strength to return the acknowledgment.
As the cyclists pushed the peddles edging their bikes ever closer to Cary Don and Rob were out in front of GOG and Mother Theresa. It was just after the bridge and the set of lights that allow traffic to pass thru the intersection in an orderly fashion that GOG caught up. As he did so Don had slowed in an effort to ask if they should turn there or go straight, Rob has slid up to Don on Don’s left side, and GOG was just pulling up along side Rob. And then….. Just like Arty Johnson (riding a trike and falling over on Rowan And Martin’s Laugh-in), DON slowly fell to his right with feet still clipped into his peddles. This spawned a few honks from cars as they too enjoyed the show. Don scrambled to recover his feet only to wrap himself up tighter into the bike frame. A perfect demonstration of how NOT to do a “TRACK STAND”. This maneuver has been repeated many times by many many cyclists, they just didn’t do it in front of GOG who has the duty of providing nicknames for riders in the group. So Don Zelna will now be known within the THORNS and ROSES as TRACK STAND.
Once recovered from his mishap Don took chase as GOG was still laughing when he rolled up to Don’s wife Mother Goose to inform her that DON had Crashed. GOG provided no more information as he now slid past the stunned and concerned Mother Goose. Within seconds Don was there to indicate he was OK.
At the lights on High House and Davis Drive Don and the others caught GOG waiting for Green. “Thanks a lot for ratting on me” he said to GOG in complete disappointment that something so trivial was worth reporting to his wife who was now laughing at him. Rob Robertson was quick to point out the most obvious “Oh you don’t have to worry about having your wife being the only person who will learn of your fall”. “I suspect you might read about it in a BLOG somewhere” and with a wink Rob was the first thru the Green light.
The ride produced 31 miles at an average speed of 15 mph for the Stems/Rose. The THORNS average was clearly better even though the elapsed time due to all the stops was almost identical to the Stems and Rose. A fun ride that had something for everyone. Lots of Thank You’s from those in attendance. “I always get a great work out with the attack and recovery style rides” Slow Jen Fizz was heard as she was sharing her appreciation on how the group rides.
Thank YOU all for helping form the unique character of the group and its rides.
Lets continue to work together to provide what each is looking for in a safe, fun, ride.
Remember “Never Take Yourself Too Seriously”.
Sunday February 28th.
Another windy day, that forced layers of clothing on what should have been a warm day per the thermometer.
In attendance;
Emil Veaszquez – not on his city cruiser – he was on a serious tri bike.
David Bridenbaugh - Mr. Bridendbaugh
Theresa Smit – Mother Theresa
Jay Brainard
Kevin Smit – GOG
AND A VERY LARGE WELCOME BACK TO
Jeffery Roussel – Down Hill Racer. – Jeff had not been back on his bike since the crash and broken collar bone sustained on one of last year’s rides. It is great to have him back in the saddle, and in the group.
The days ride started with very low energy. The group was missing the small energy power plant known as Capn Carbon. Capn has a very infectious energy level that sets sparks flying just by him being around.
In addition each individual was standing with their hands in there arm pits in an effort to remain warm with the wind cutting thru all layers of clothing and underlying epidermis. GOG looked at Emil and Mr. Bridenbaugh to detect the level of effort they were hoping to participate in. These two riders were the only make up of the THORNS, the rest of the riders were emitting body language that suggested they would like to be classified at the start as ROSES.
GOG’s feeble brain was working the situation as a improviser might do when thrown an odd suggestion from the audience. How does he turn that suggestion (the weather, the mix and number of riders at the start) into a ride all can enjoy and benefit from?
He first approached Emil. “Any expectations for the days ride?” he asked. The perfect open ended question, designed to challenge the recipient to either quickly reply with a “what ever” style response, or if Truly a strong need is expressed it would be delivered with great detail. Either way GOG would have more information to work with. “I am here just to ride, no real need for distance or speed”. Emil was happy to provide. GOG looked at Mr. Bridenbaugh who after Emil’s response would be the only THORN left to express his needs. Mr. Bridenbaugh has been riding with the group long enough to understand, nourish, and lead the “Spirit” of the ride and its participants. His look back at GOG suggested he would support anything for the days ride. GOG had all the information required to make an executive decision designed to support all in attendance.
“Jay how about you take us on the RTP route” GOG was heard as he delegated to one of the many who are capable of leading a group on a safe fun ride. GOG is learning to engage others in the route design and leadership of this dynamic group of cyclists. Shared Ownership can be a positive experience as long as those sharing the responsibility keep the concept and spirit consistent.
“OK” was Jays reply, as she heartily accepted the leadership role for the day’s ride.
The ride followed the standard path out of brueggers onto the streets of Cary and into the Preston neighborhood. Emil, Mr. Bridenbuagh and GOG rode slightly ahead of Down Hill Racer (who was still working through early season adjustments). He was riding ahead of Mother Theresa and Jay. None were attacking out of respect for what was expected to be a casual ride with all staying together.
GOG confidently guided Mr. Bridenbaugh, Down Hill Racer, and Emil to make a right turn at the Giant Chicken. As all three riders aligned themselves onto Lewis Stevens they could hear a shrill “KEVIN”. This was followed by GOG signaling to those behind that he was slowing and stopping to investigate the alarm. In looking back they all saw Jay and Mother Theresa make a left hand turn at the Giant Chicken. “Ah They Pulled a GOG maneuver on YOU” taunted Mr. Bridenbaugh. All turned and headed towards Jay the ride leader to fall in line. Upon reaching her she informed GOG “I do not want to miss out on a strong pull and run down RON’s PULL”. Wow who would have known that the ROSES love to turn up the volume and push the pace. Actually it has been reported they enjoy a solid effort from each ROSE participating in a rotating draft line. They have even been observed coaching each other in the proper techniques of drafting and taking turns in the pull position. Their approach is designed to challenge each rider without dropping them from the draft line, more a team spirited effort than and individually focused effort.
The run down RON’s PULL started with Mother Theresa taking the pull position. She was observed holding a steady line as she guided those behind her in ever increasing tempo and speed. She did this while responding to a very strong head wind. NICE JOB.
GOG was in line behind Emil who was behind Jay who had taken the second spot in the draft line. Down Hill Racer was tucked in behind GOG and Mr. Bridenbaugh was acting as sweep. Down Hill Racer was doing a solid job of showing no fear in the draft line. It was a draft line incident that had resulted in last year’s crash and broken collar bone for Down Hill Racer. The single file continued for well over a ½ mile with Mother Theresa solidly in the Pull position. GOG was waiting for Mother Theresa to pull out and glide into place at the end of the pace line, but she was unwilling to relinquish the reins. GOG then looked for someone in the pack to pull out and push to the front and take the reins from Mother Theresa. None responded. GOG then pulled out of the draft line and pushed slowly to the front. “Solid Pull Theresa”, “It’s my turn now” GOG said as he acknowledged the strong effort by that ROSE. GOG was shocked at how strong the head wind was and reflected again to himself how well Mother Theresa did at the Pull position against the wind. To better describe the effort that had been provided by Mother Theresa GOG was unable to increase the speed much beyond that provided earlier by her.
GOG continued to control the front of the pace line, checking periodically in his mirror to monitor for any gaps and then adjust speed accordingly in an effort to keep all in tight formation.
The Pack was directed to make the right turn at the end of Ron’s Pull and then to stay straight, missing the usual left turn onto Carpenter Fire Station. The pack instead was guided to the left turn onto Koppers Road, and back into a combative head wind. GOG was sensing that Emil was itching to practice his attack and recovery skills. He observed Emil sliding out of the draft line, making a short run up the side of the draft line, and then coasting back into position. Mr. Bridenbaugh was riding solidly confident of his own skills as he sat comfortably at the end of the pace line. His body language projected the confidence of a strong rider who could easily respond to any challenge from any and all riders on the days ride. This was demonstrated as the pack rounded the turn towards Davis drive. It was at that point in the ride when his cell phone rang. “You guys go on, I will take this call, and then catch up”, he said calmly. Sure enough by the time the pack reached the stop light at Davis Drive, Mr. Bridnbaugh was back in the pace line. Once across Davis Dr. Down Hill Racer elected to break away. He was definitely testing out his reactions, conditioning, bike functionality, and mended shoulder. His effort was sustained the entire length of McCrimmon Parkway. He was followed by Emil who was happy to respond by dancing on his peddles to close the gap produced by Down Hill Racers break-away move. The two break-away riders were smart enough to slow down to check the status of the packs next turn. Sure enough everyone was being directed to make a left turn onto Church Street placing all rider smack in the face of a head wind. GOG found himself once again in the lead of the group. Emil was on GOGs wheel, followed by Down Hill Racer, and Mr. Bridnbaugh. Mother Theresa and Jay both had dropped a considerable distance back as they did not attack the turn as aggressively.
The Pace line that had been established slowly splintered the remaining pack, with Emil making his break as GOG was struggling to maintain 13 mph into the head wind. Emil exploded past as if to ask “Is that all you got GOG?”.
The pack regrouped at Church and Highway 54.
After a short pause the group was directed onto Highway 54 towards RTP. Emil still feeling strong shot on past everyone and rode at least one city block ahead of the other riders. The wind was very strong and all others fought to make head way against it. As the pack closed in on their next turn Emil was already headed thru the light at that intersection. GOG elected not to shout out to Emil regarding the turn he was missing due to the fact that his voice would not be able to travel more than a few inches before the wind would throw it back in his face. Instead GOG and the others signaled their intention in hopes the Emil would glance back soon to check on the others. Sure enough just as Emil finished crossing the intersection he glanced back to see he had indeed missed the next turn. His timing allowed him to quickly adjust, make the turn, and wait on the other side of the turn for the pack to perform a more controlled left hand maneuver.
The group split slightly again into two groups as they rode in a strong cross wind that played with the front wheels of the riders bikes. The group was now traveling Hopson drive as it headed back towards Lewis Stevens and Highway 55. The crossed a area where large bulldozers and earthmovers were clearing the way for the planned route of 540. As they slowed and regrouped at Davis drive GOG suggested the following “How about we shorten the route some”. “I would vote for that” responded Mr. Bridenbaugh. No one else voted either way so majority ruled. “OK, Lets turn at Lewis Stevens and stay straight on it to the end, then short run down Davis and into the neighborhood, past their pool, and out back onto Koppers Road, that will take us straight all the way back to the BIG CHICKEN” announced Jay as she continued to provide solid leadership for the days ride. “I am looking forward to the tail wind we should get on Lewis Stevens” squealed Emil. Down Hill Racer almost cringed with the realization that having Emil announce is expectation of a tail wind might have likely jinxed every-one with a switch in the head wind direction.
The group swung easily onto Lewis Stevens. Emil and Mr. Bridenbaugh took full advantage of the tail wind and charged on ahead of the group. Jay, Mother Theresa, Down Hill Racer, and GOG all took turns riding solo and at times with at least one other in the group. This was the first time there was any casual chit chat on the ride, no Banter however.
The riders regrouped at Davis, with Mr. Bridnbaugh and Emil both charging onto the next set of turns as described by the ride leader, once that information was provided (again).
The pack did not regroup until all had made their way past the neighborhood pool and back out onto Old Maynard Road. “I did not know these roads were back here, and I did not know there was an OLD MAYNARD ROAD” Mr. Bridenbaugh said in amazement. The group then headed straight off of OLD MAYNARD and back onto Koppers road and the straight shot home to the turn at the BIG CHICKEN.
The rest of the ride was completed quietly as each rider was now coming to grips with the end of the days ride. Some were thinking to themselves “this was too slow, easy, and short, but glad I rode”. Some were thinking “Not bad for having been off the bike with a broken collar bone”. Some were thinking “ tough ride for as short as it was”. The ride ended with all returning safely to the end Down Hill Racer had the most miles since he rode to the start of the ride. The rest of the riders completed 24 miles at a 14+ mph average.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
First write up of the 2010 season
February 20, 2010
Saturday
Cool start warm finish.
In attendance
Theresa Smit – Mother Theresa
Kevin Smit – GOG
Emil Velasquez – riding a new city cruiser style bike.
Steve Cope – Capn Carbon on his Fixy
Frank Lewis
Karen Kimerait
Deb Hollis – Two Saddles
David Bridenbaugh – Mr. Bridenbaugh
Paul Estas
Todd Pechner – Slow Todd – rode up on a new Cervelo Tri bike – ebay special.
Gregg – sorry forgot the last name
Joe Pitman –Immortal Man
Lee Duncan
After the ride the following individuals stopped in for coffee and chit chat.
Patti Lewis – Patti Melt
Sheila Augustine.
Several folks debated if they needed jackets or not. Some elected to stay fully dressed, others including Capn Carbon elected to remove one layer at the start.
After a slow start out of the parking lot the group swung onto high-house after first dodging frozen puddles found in shady areas of the parking lots.
Mr. Bridenbaugh and GOG found themselves setting the pace with all others following into the Preston neighborhood. Lots of chit chatting as many were describing how they spent the last several months fighting to stay in shape. The pack that had assembled was formed with mostly with Thorns. The only two who had done nothing during the last several months were Mother Theresa and GOG. Those two had done a marvelous job of couch sitting and wine drinking during those cold snowy days and weeks.
GOG and Mr. Bridenbaugh were in their own conversation about work and past work experiences. Capn Carbon was explaining to several folks about how his son borrowed “The THING” (his yellow vw) and had ran out of gas in it just as Capn Carbon was passing him in his truck on the road. Imagine your son or daughter pulled up on the side of the road with cell phone in hand having just dialed your number and BING there you are. All great parents know how to anticipate and be there when needed. Capn Carbon demonstrated that he is as great at this as he is in all things.
Slow Todd was explaining to all about how he snagged his new HIGH END TRI bike off of Ebay. Mr. Bridenbaugh suggested that Todd needs to be careful the first time he takes the bike into a shop to have it tuned up. He was hinting that the bike might have been too good of a deal and could be on a stolen bike list. Now that would not be cool.
The group continued thru Preston, into and out of the roundabout, made the left turn at the yellow barn and prepared for the transition from warm up to hammer down. Everyone was still in contact with Mr. Bridenbuagh and GOG in the pull positions working to keep the pace comfortable for all. Capn Carbon was dancing around within the pack talking to each rider just like a little puppy dog looking for attention from each person in the crowd. “I think Cope is letting you stay in the pull position to soften you up” Mr. Bridenbaugh told GOG. “Can’t you tell by looking at me I am already SOFT” GOG replied.
The group was now ready to make the first major turn command from GOG. Does he turn them right onto Ron’s Pull and the speed play that would surely transpire, or does he turn them left and continue the warm up until the climb up to Old Jenks. “Left Turn” was the command. Slowly the group swept wide into the turn. Still in warm up mode as the conversations continued. Karen was describing a cruise she was planning to take in late March. This prompted “GOG” to enquire when and from what port, as he was also planning a cruise to the same destinations in March. Turned out they were on cruises that were one week apart and from different ports.
Right turn onto Highhouse followed by an immediate left onto Jenks Carpenter kept the pack still in tact. All stayed at a comfortable pace on the long downhill, each rider successfully dodging several large pot holes that had infested the road due to cold and ice and salt. No one pushed the pace at the bottom of the climb until GOG showed he was unable to sustain momentum. That situation is no different than what happens in Olympic short track skating when Apolo Ohno senses his opponent has a miss step on a turn. Within a blink of an eye he passes. This is what took place on the climb up Jenks Carpenter. GOG faltered, to be passed immediately by Mr. Bridenbaugh who then took Frank, Capn Carbon, Karen, Paul, Immortal Man, Gregg, Slow Todd all in line as they easily passed GOG. Then realizing what had just happened Lee dashed on by along with Emil (on his city cruiser). Only Mother Theresa remained behind accompanied by Two Saddles who was there to make sure Mother Theresa would not be dropped.
The pack at the top of the hill were demanding to know if they would be directed to turn left or right. GOG was not even at the top of the hill when he reluctantly provided the answer. No hesitation from the pack as they bolted into the right hand turn onto Holt and dashed out of sight towards Highway 55.
GOG paused long enough to ensure Mother Theresa and Two Saddles were safely to the top of the hill. He then rolled out onto Holt in an effort to catch the pack if they are held up at the light on highway 55. No such luck. The pack was not held up, but GOG was. Mother Theresa and Two Saddles did not make the next green light only widening the gap. The pack was already out of sight as they had made the next right turn onto Roberts Road. This turn was accomplished without GOG providing any other guidance than his hints prior to the ride on some sights the pack might see on the days ride. As GOG rode slowly towards that turn Immortal Man was spotted headed back towards the trailing riders. And there just around the corner was the rest of the THORNS. They had elected to hold up for the straggling group behind. GOG and Capn Carbon both knew that the THORNS would not tolerate any more delays to wait on those they shred of the back. With that knowledge GOG made an effort to explain to Capn Carbon the planned route. “take Roberts to the T intersection, make the right and go to the stop sign at Green Level and Green level Church, instead of making a left there stay straight and head towards Green Hope HighSchool road and Luter Shop.” GOG stopped at that point recognizing Capn Carbon was already lost.
“Mr. Bridenbaugh” GOG yelled out. “Let me describe to you the route”. “I will play sweep and pick up anyone that falls off the back of the pack”.
That was the formal split of THORNS and Roses. This was followed late in the ride by a smaller separation between GOG, Emil (on his street cruiser) and the two beautiful ROSES, Mother Theresa and Two Saddles.
All completed the planned route of 33 miles with the Thorns averaging 17 mph and the Wilted Stems averaging 15 mph and the two Beautiful Roses averaging 14 mph.
Sunday Feb 21, 2010.
The group slowly drifted in to Brueggers for Coffee and morning bagel.
Those arriving in no particular order were:
Kevin Smit – GOG
Theresa Smit – Mother Theresa
Rob Robertson – first time riding with the group (Welcome Rob)
Steve Cope – Capn Carbon – yes still on his fixy
John Gerritty – would have rode Saturday but elected to run 20 miles instead.
Dwight Moulton – stopping in for bagels – did not plan to ride – had band practice – reported on his 1st place finish in the 6 hour MTB race – WELL DONE DUDE.
David Bridenbaugh – Mr. Bridenbaugh – commenting on the fact that it is no warmer than yesterdays start
Carrie Zelna – Mother Goose – came to ride
Don Zelna – came for coffee and short visit before he did his weekend visit to Lowes for home project materials.
Mackenna Zelna – There with mom and dad – too cute.
Jay Brainard
Arriving late – very late – met them half way through the ride
Sara Madakowski
Mike – sorry Mike you even spelled your last name for me and I failed to remember.
Once all had consumed their coffee and morning treat the group headed out to prepare for the days ride.
It was clearly warmer by start time than what was felt on Saturday. GOG elected to leave the jacket behind as did others. Previously GOG had informed Mother Theresa the planned route. She had made it known to him that she and Jay would likely ride together at a more relaxed “ROSSES” pace.
With little fan fair the pack was off, headed out the back parking lots and onto Highhouse. It was Mr. Bridenbaugh and GOG again taking the lead as they directed the group into the Preston neighborhood.
As usual the group slid into and out of the neighborhood with a great deal of chit chat and banter. The plan for this Sunday’s ride was to finish the ride returning thru the Gary Glenn neighborhood just as the CSH riders were headed through there on their way out. This would allow anyone from the Thorns and Roses to jump in with CSH to get an additional 20 miles for their days effort. To keep the hills at a minimum GOG directed the pack away from UpChuck, and the 3 Ugly Sisters by guiding the group south away from “Rons Pull, and toward Highway 55 at High House. This also kept the pace down and the group clumped together, the path they had been set on does not have any long straight stretches until once onto Green Hope High School Road. It was there that the first splintering of the pack was experienced. There is something about seeing the road stretch out in front that generates a quicker cadence and higher speeds.
As the group started their run down Green Hope Highschool Rob Robertson had worked his way toward the front of the pack. Rob is new to riding in a group and was trying to determine if he enjoyed being surrounded by the ever fluctuating blob of chatty cyclists or to be out in front with a clear view of the road and its potential hazards. GOG thought Rob wanted to be in the front so they could ride together.
The group make the right turn off of Green Hope Highschool road and onto the pot holed section of Green level that latter smoothes out as it name changes to Green Level to Durham. The intersection at that point is a challenging right, left, left combination with traffic, tight turns, multiple lanes, and usually sandy spots. All riders navigated successfully finding themselves oddly back onto Green Level. GOG was in the lead having navigated the last set of turns with momentum on his side. Others took a more tentative approach to ensure a clean transition.
“Hey we are missing someone” GOG heard from the back of the pack. “Theresa is no where in sight” Mother Goose” explained. With the way of his hand GOG signaled all to continue forward. His gesture was met with additional Comments. “I thought this was a no drop group”, “Where is the spirit of the Ride?”. “It is only Theresa” GOG snapped back. He really loves to get a reaction.
After a short moment of silence the riders voted their conscience and continued forward with no further concern for Mother Theresa or Jay. They either trusted that GOG knew were riding together at a more relaxed pace as planned, or they truly did not want to wait and felt comfortable dropping other riders even though the “spirit of the ride” is to keep the pack together.
Mr. Bridenbaugh and GOG were back in the front of the pack pointing out Pot holes that had infested the road due to the cold winter. All riders were still in constant discussions on topics of all varieties. GOG and Mr. Bridenbaug were discussing prior work experiences as well as his new Campy component set that was installed for him by the Cycle Surgeon. GOG also had just had his SCOTT serviced by the Cycle Surgeon as has Jay, and Ron. The Cycle Surgeon even makes house calls. Check him out at
http://carycyclesurgeon.com/Home.shtml
The group remained under control as the county line on Luter Shop approached. NO ONE made a play for the county line. That had to have been a first. Capn Carbon did not even pay attention as he floated past that sprint line. GOG owes no one any money as he was actually the first to coast over the line.
The group took a very brief pause at the strawberry patch. As they rolled onto 751 Mr. Bridenbaugh slide in line behind GOG sending a signal to all others to follow suit. Lots of traffic kept the pack single file all the way to the left turn onto Martha Chapel. GOG and Mr. Bridenbuagh took the rains and led the group down the slop to Lake Jordan. At the half way point of Martha Chapel the group encountered an Asshole with keys to a muscle car. This Asshole was determined to harass each of the cyclists as he directed the car to speed up and swerve towards the group to see how close he could pass, or not. GOG heard it coming and saw the red macho machine in his mirror. This allowed him to hold his line as the car was directed to come the closest to the lead cyclist in the group. GOG signaled the Asshole letting them know he was noticed and had done an A Number 1 job of driving and sharing of the road. This game that had been played splintered the pack with each rider creating their own buffer to survive in reducing the possibility of cycle on cycle collisions. Amazing how the brain and body naturally make adjustments to support survival. As time passed each cyclist recovered their position in the pack and continued their trek towards Lake Jordan. Near the lake Mr. Bridenbaugh told GOG to keep the pack moving as he was looking to duck into the woods for a bio break.
A short pause allowed all to consume water from their water bottles, and for Mr. Bridenbaugh to reinsert himself into the pack. GOG signaled the next move as he pushed the handle bars to the left and slowly applied pressure to the peddles. As he did this he noticed two cyclists headed down the hill on Farrington towards the turn at Martha Chapel. “Hi KEVIN” a woman’s voice was heard. GOG was already past these two riders and did not notice who might have called his name. it was Capn Carbon who recognized that Karen and Mike were the ones headed towards them from the opposite direction.
“turn around and join us we are headed back to the same spot you are” Capn Carbon suggested. The entire pack heard this and slowed in anticipation that the two riders would indeed turn and join the pack. Sure enough in no time at all the pack had grown by two additional cyclists.
The group was now being led by GOG as he slowly pulled the pack up “Kevin’s Crawl” . No one attacked the front of the pack allowing GOG to set the pace as he saw fit, or as his fitness allowed. This was followed by the left turn onto Holland Chapel.
The pace slowed slightly as now Karen and Carrie had moved towards the front of the pack. They were both in deep discussion regarding their training regiment and the body aches and pains that are a natural reaction to the effort. Mother Goose was lamenting about her ankles always being soar and also how her Hips were in constant pain. “I will be happy to give your hips a deep massage” GOG chimed in. Rob was riding next to GOG at that point and almost fell off his bike suggesting GOG’s comment was politically incorrect. Rob is just learning that the group is all about the BANTER and not so much about the bike.
The pack continued to ride comfortably with Rob now setting the pace with GOG at the front of the pack. The Chit Chat never ended. The amount of conversation generated by this group would choke the Facebook services.
At the end of Holland Chapel the group slid back onto 751 to then swing left onto Luter Shop at the strawberry patch. Time was 10:16 am. Capn Carbon was calculating were the CSH ride group would be and where the Thorns and Roses would potentially intersect the group. Then from behind the pack an DUMB FUCK in a PICK UP elected to pass the group at the same time another pack of cyclists where meeting the group head on. This forced both groups of cyclists to adjust their line of travel to allow the large RED TURD to pass thru. Just as the PICK UP passed it made an immediate right hand turn onto Green Level. What a DUMB FUCK. GOG demonstrated his approval by generating a WHAT WHERE YOU THINKING Sing with his right arm. The DUMB FUCK in the PICK UP knew he was just that as he was looking in his mirror as it to suggest concern about his most recent maneuver. The DUMB FUCK in The PICK UP made some gesture. GOG tried to decipher the arm movements from the cab of the Truck. Surely those were jesters of SORRY, MY MISTAKE.
From his peripheral view GOG noticed that the other cyclists who where approaching from the opposite direction also attempted to communicate to the DUMB FUCK in the PICK UP TRUCK.
Communications is the key to positive results. The PLO, HESBOLA, and The IA-TOLA all understand the value of communications just like DUMB FUCK PICKUP TRUCK drivers do.
Now back to the ride and the road that laid ahead GOG settled down having just participated in diplomatic relationships with DUMB FUCKS in PICK UPS. The pack continued the ride with limited comments on the event that just transpired.
The only memorable comment came from Karen. “Feeling FISTEY? Kevin?”
Nothing more needed to be said.
Rob and GOG continued to ride unchallenged at the front of the pack. It is fare to mention that there never was a draft line. This is due to one of two reasons.
1. No one really was there to challenge any one.
2. The conversations were more intense than the ride.
As the ride continued down Luter Shop towards Cary, Carrie slid up next to GOG to ask the following life altering question.
“Where is the County Line” , “it is up ahead less than a mile” GOG responded.
“You will notice it due to the change in pavement color, when it goes from black to gray, and it is near the house that has all the new trailers for sale” he went on to stay.
“OK”, “So is that were the sprint starts?” Mother Goose asked.
“NO”, “That is where the sprint to the county line ends” GOG informed Mother Goose.
“SO”. “Where does the sprint start?” she asked.
“That depends on you and how long you think you can attack until the line” advised GOG.
Just as the conversation between Mother Goose and GOG was finishing the County line came into view. GOG checked his rear view mirror to see that Capn Carbon was fully engaged in conversation (likely the same conversation he starting in the parking lot at Bruggeers).
GOG was now struggling with the realization that he has been riding the couch for 2 months drinking bottle after bottle of homemade wine while others like Capn Carbon, Mr. Bridenbaugh, Immortal Man, Mother Goose, Karen, ……. had all found methods to continue to stay physically fit. Should he make a play for the win at the county line or admit to himself that there is no way his 2 months of couch surfing supports any attempt to win any thing more than concern for his health.
Than in a BRAIN FART GOG went for GOLD.
He glanced in his mirror.
NO Challenge From Capn Carbon.
GO GO GO .
Shit – rpms are maxed out, Heart Rate is maxed out, Oxygen debt is maxed out.
GOG then took another reality check in his mirror.
CRAP.
The smile on Capn Carbon’s face had already filled the entire surface of GOG’s mirror.
Hee HEe HEEEE.
That is not the normal sound of a car, or a Truck, or anther bike.
That is the NORMAL sound OF CAPN CARBON as he easily vanquishes all challengers.
The race was over before it even began.
GOG is a slow learner.
GOG is naïve.
GOG is OLD
GOG is OUT OF SHAPE
GOG IS OVER WEIGHT.
The pack did not respond other than to continue forward as if not even realizing that two to their group had charged on ahead.
Slowly Capn Carbon and GOG were swallowed up.
The pack was now slowly closing in on the turn into Cary Glenn. It was Mother Goose now in the lead. Then she suddenly sat up tall in the saddle and looked around to see where GOG was. “I do not want to get too far ahead”. “Not sure you will tell me about the next turn if I get too far down the road ahead of You” she said nervously. Mr. Bridnbaugh laughed with total understanding as he has been a victim of GOG’s playful games.
GOG directed the pack into a left turn From Luther Shop onto Yates Store in and effort position them for the interseption of CSH.
Perfect timing placed the Thorns and Roses at the round about in Cary Glenn as the CSH riders were finishing their climb up to the round about. The group said good by to Capn Carbon as he made a full circle of the round about to join CSH. The pack also said HI to those they knew in the CSH group.
The remaining Thorns and Roses met the challenge of “Nicole’s Roller Coaster” finding themselves finally onto Carpenter Fire Station Road and the last run towards Cary.
Karen and Mike had made it known that they actually had started their ride from inside Out Sports, and needed to get back to there via CrabTree Crossing in Preston.
“We will get you back there so you can finish your ride to Inside out and we can finish just above Brueggers” GOG was happy to inform.
The Thorns and Roses finished their ride of 33 miles at an average of 15 mph.
A great ride for early in the season.
GOG, Rob, Carrie, all relaxed drinking coffee as Capn Carbon instantly showed up having just completed an additional 20 miles in the time it took the earlier finishers to order coffee. Capn Carbon was also finishing his 53 mile ride as the ROSES (Mother Theresa, and Jay) finished their 33 miles.
A great weekend of Bicycle rides, with a great group of friends.
Saturday
Cool start warm finish.
In attendance
Theresa Smit – Mother Theresa
Kevin Smit – GOG
Emil Velasquez – riding a new city cruiser style bike.
Steve Cope – Capn Carbon on his Fixy
Frank Lewis
Karen Kimerait
Deb Hollis – Two Saddles
David Bridenbaugh – Mr. Bridenbaugh
Paul Estas
Todd Pechner – Slow Todd – rode up on a new Cervelo Tri bike – ebay special.
Gregg – sorry forgot the last name
Joe Pitman –Immortal Man
Lee Duncan
After the ride the following individuals stopped in for coffee and chit chat.
Patti Lewis – Patti Melt
Sheila Augustine.
Several folks debated if they needed jackets or not. Some elected to stay fully dressed, others including Capn Carbon elected to remove one layer at the start.
After a slow start out of the parking lot the group swung onto high-house after first dodging frozen puddles found in shady areas of the parking lots.
Mr. Bridenbaugh and GOG found themselves setting the pace with all others following into the Preston neighborhood. Lots of chit chatting as many were describing how they spent the last several months fighting to stay in shape. The pack that had assembled was formed with mostly with Thorns. The only two who had done nothing during the last several months were Mother Theresa and GOG. Those two had done a marvelous job of couch sitting and wine drinking during those cold snowy days and weeks.
GOG and Mr. Bridenbaugh were in their own conversation about work and past work experiences. Capn Carbon was explaining to several folks about how his son borrowed “The THING” (his yellow vw) and had ran out of gas in it just as Capn Carbon was passing him in his truck on the road. Imagine your son or daughter pulled up on the side of the road with cell phone in hand having just dialed your number and BING there you are. All great parents know how to anticipate and be there when needed. Capn Carbon demonstrated that he is as great at this as he is in all things.
Slow Todd was explaining to all about how he snagged his new HIGH END TRI bike off of Ebay. Mr. Bridenbaugh suggested that Todd needs to be careful the first time he takes the bike into a shop to have it tuned up. He was hinting that the bike might have been too good of a deal and could be on a stolen bike list. Now that would not be cool.
The group continued thru Preston, into and out of the roundabout, made the left turn at the yellow barn and prepared for the transition from warm up to hammer down. Everyone was still in contact with Mr. Bridenbuagh and GOG in the pull positions working to keep the pace comfortable for all. Capn Carbon was dancing around within the pack talking to each rider just like a little puppy dog looking for attention from each person in the crowd. “I think Cope is letting you stay in the pull position to soften you up” Mr. Bridenbaugh told GOG. “Can’t you tell by looking at me I am already SOFT” GOG replied.
The group was now ready to make the first major turn command from GOG. Does he turn them right onto Ron’s Pull and the speed play that would surely transpire, or does he turn them left and continue the warm up until the climb up to Old Jenks. “Left Turn” was the command. Slowly the group swept wide into the turn. Still in warm up mode as the conversations continued. Karen was describing a cruise she was planning to take in late March. This prompted “GOG” to enquire when and from what port, as he was also planning a cruise to the same destinations in March. Turned out they were on cruises that were one week apart and from different ports.
Right turn onto Highhouse followed by an immediate left onto Jenks Carpenter kept the pack still in tact. All stayed at a comfortable pace on the long downhill, each rider successfully dodging several large pot holes that had infested the road due to cold and ice and salt. No one pushed the pace at the bottom of the climb until GOG showed he was unable to sustain momentum. That situation is no different than what happens in Olympic short track skating when Apolo Ohno senses his opponent has a miss step on a turn. Within a blink of an eye he passes. This is what took place on the climb up Jenks Carpenter. GOG faltered, to be passed immediately by Mr. Bridenbaugh who then took Frank, Capn Carbon, Karen, Paul, Immortal Man, Gregg, Slow Todd all in line as they easily passed GOG. Then realizing what had just happened Lee dashed on by along with Emil (on his city cruiser). Only Mother Theresa remained behind accompanied by Two Saddles who was there to make sure Mother Theresa would not be dropped.
The pack at the top of the hill were demanding to know if they would be directed to turn left or right. GOG was not even at the top of the hill when he reluctantly provided the answer. No hesitation from the pack as they bolted into the right hand turn onto Holt and dashed out of sight towards Highway 55.
GOG paused long enough to ensure Mother Theresa and Two Saddles were safely to the top of the hill. He then rolled out onto Holt in an effort to catch the pack if they are held up at the light on highway 55. No such luck. The pack was not held up, but GOG was. Mother Theresa and Two Saddles did not make the next green light only widening the gap. The pack was already out of sight as they had made the next right turn onto Roberts Road. This turn was accomplished without GOG providing any other guidance than his hints prior to the ride on some sights the pack might see on the days ride. As GOG rode slowly towards that turn Immortal Man was spotted headed back towards the trailing riders. And there just around the corner was the rest of the THORNS. They had elected to hold up for the straggling group behind. GOG and Capn Carbon both knew that the THORNS would not tolerate any more delays to wait on those they shred of the back. With that knowledge GOG made an effort to explain to Capn Carbon the planned route. “take Roberts to the T intersection, make the right and go to the stop sign at Green Level and Green level Church, instead of making a left there stay straight and head towards Green Hope HighSchool road and Luter Shop.” GOG stopped at that point recognizing Capn Carbon was already lost.
“Mr. Bridenbaugh” GOG yelled out. “Let me describe to you the route”. “I will play sweep and pick up anyone that falls off the back of the pack”.
That was the formal split of THORNS and Roses. This was followed late in the ride by a smaller separation between GOG, Emil (on his street cruiser) and the two beautiful ROSES, Mother Theresa and Two Saddles.
All completed the planned route of 33 miles with the Thorns averaging 17 mph and the Wilted Stems averaging 15 mph and the two Beautiful Roses averaging 14 mph.
Sunday Feb 21, 2010.
The group slowly drifted in to Brueggers for Coffee and morning bagel.
Those arriving in no particular order were:
Kevin Smit – GOG
Theresa Smit – Mother Theresa
Rob Robertson – first time riding with the group (Welcome Rob)
Steve Cope – Capn Carbon – yes still on his fixy
John Gerritty – would have rode Saturday but elected to run 20 miles instead.
Dwight Moulton – stopping in for bagels – did not plan to ride – had band practice – reported on his 1st place finish in the 6 hour MTB race – WELL DONE DUDE.
David Bridenbaugh – Mr. Bridenbaugh – commenting on the fact that it is no warmer than yesterdays start
Carrie Zelna – Mother Goose – came to ride
Don Zelna – came for coffee and short visit before he did his weekend visit to Lowes for home project materials.
Mackenna Zelna – There with mom and dad – too cute.
Jay Brainard
Arriving late – very late – met them half way through the ride
Sara Madakowski
Mike – sorry Mike you even spelled your last name for me and I failed to remember.
Once all had consumed their coffee and morning treat the group headed out to prepare for the days ride.
It was clearly warmer by start time than what was felt on Saturday. GOG elected to leave the jacket behind as did others. Previously GOG had informed Mother Theresa the planned route. She had made it known to him that she and Jay would likely ride together at a more relaxed “ROSSES” pace.
With little fan fair the pack was off, headed out the back parking lots and onto Highhouse. It was Mr. Bridenbaugh and GOG again taking the lead as they directed the group into the Preston neighborhood.
As usual the group slid into and out of the neighborhood with a great deal of chit chat and banter. The plan for this Sunday’s ride was to finish the ride returning thru the Gary Glenn neighborhood just as the CSH riders were headed through there on their way out. This would allow anyone from the Thorns and Roses to jump in with CSH to get an additional 20 miles for their days effort. To keep the hills at a minimum GOG directed the pack away from UpChuck, and the 3 Ugly Sisters by guiding the group south away from “Rons Pull, and toward Highway 55 at High House. This also kept the pace down and the group clumped together, the path they had been set on does not have any long straight stretches until once onto Green Hope High School Road. It was there that the first splintering of the pack was experienced. There is something about seeing the road stretch out in front that generates a quicker cadence and higher speeds.
As the group started their run down Green Hope Highschool Rob Robertson had worked his way toward the front of the pack. Rob is new to riding in a group and was trying to determine if he enjoyed being surrounded by the ever fluctuating blob of chatty cyclists or to be out in front with a clear view of the road and its potential hazards. GOG thought Rob wanted to be in the front so they could ride together.
The group make the right turn off of Green Hope Highschool road and onto the pot holed section of Green level that latter smoothes out as it name changes to Green Level to Durham. The intersection at that point is a challenging right, left, left combination with traffic, tight turns, multiple lanes, and usually sandy spots. All riders navigated successfully finding themselves oddly back onto Green Level. GOG was in the lead having navigated the last set of turns with momentum on his side. Others took a more tentative approach to ensure a clean transition.
“Hey we are missing someone” GOG heard from the back of the pack. “Theresa is no where in sight” Mother Goose” explained. With the way of his hand GOG signaled all to continue forward. His gesture was met with additional Comments. “I thought this was a no drop group”, “Where is the spirit of the Ride?”. “It is only Theresa” GOG snapped back. He really loves to get a reaction.
After a short moment of silence the riders voted their conscience and continued forward with no further concern for Mother Theresa or Jay. They either trusted that GOG knew were riding together at a more relaxed pace as planned, or they truly did not want to wait and felt comfortable dropping other riders even though the “spirit of the ride” is to keep the pack together.
Mr. Bridenbaugh and GOG were back in the front of the pack pointing out Pot holes that had infested the road due to the cold winter. All riders were still in constant discussions on topics of all varieties. GOG and Mr. Bridenbaug were discussing prior work experiences as well as his new Campy component set that was installed for him by the Cycle Surgeon. GOG also had just had his SCOTT serviced by the Cycle Surgeon as has Jay, and Ron. The Cycle Surgeon even makes house calls. Check him out at
http://carycyclesurgeon.com/Home.shtml
The group remained under control as the county line on Luter Shop approached. NO ONE made a play for the county line. That had to have been a first. Capn Carbon did not even pay attention as he floated past that sprint line. GOG owes no one any money as he was actually the first to coast over the line.
The group took a very brief pause at the strawberry patch. As they rolled onto 751 Mr. Bridenbaugh slide in line behind GOG sending a signal to all others to follow suit. Lots of traffic kept the pack single file all the way to the left turn onto Martha Chapel. GOG and Mr. Bridenbuagh took the rains and led the group down the slop to Lake Jordan. At the half way point of Martha Chapel the group encountered an Asshole with keys to a muscle car. This Asshole was determined to harass each of the cyclists as he directed the car to speed up and swerve towards the group to see how close he could pass, or not. GOG heard it coming and saw the red macho machine in his mirror. This allowed him to hold his line as the car was directed to come the closest to the lead cyclist in the group. GOG signaled the Asshole letting them know he was noticed and had done an A Number 1 job of driving and sharing of the road. This game that had been played splintered the pack with each rider creating their own buffer to survive in reducing the possibility of cycle on cycle collisions. Amazing how the brain and body naturally make adjustments to support survival. As time passed each cyclist recovered their position in the pack and continued their trek towards Lake Jordan. Near the lake Mr. Bridenbaugh told GOG to keep the pack moving as he was looking to duck into the woods for a bio break.
A short pause allowed all to consume water from their water bottles, and for Mr. Bridenbaugh to reinsert himself into the pack. GOG signaled the next move as he pushed the handle bars to the left and slowly applied pressure to the peddles. As he did this he noticed two cyclists headed down the hill on Farrington towards the turn at Martha Chapel. “Hi KEVIN” a woman’s voice was heard. GOG was already past these two riders and did not notice who might have called his name. it was Capn Carbon who recognized that Karen and Mike were the ones headed towards them from the opposite direction.
“turn around and join us we are headed back to the same spot you are” Capn Carbon suggested. The entire pack heard this and slowed in anticipation that the two riders would indeed turn and join the pack. Sure enough in no time at all the pack had grown by two additional cyclists.
The group was now being led by GOG as he slowly pulled the pack up “Kevin’s Crawl” . No one attacked the front of the pack allowing GOG to set the pace as he saw fit, or as his fitness allowed. This was followed by the left turn onto Holland Chapel.
The pace slowed slightly as now Karen and Carrie had moved towards the front of the pack. They were both in deep discussion regarding their training regiment and the body aches and pains that are a natural reaction to the effort. Mother Goose was lamenting about her ankles always being soar and also how her Hips were in constant pain. “I will be happy to give your hips a deep massage” GOG chimed in. Rob was riding next to GOG at that point and almost fell off his bike suggesting GOG’s comment was politically incorrect. Rob is just learning that the group is all about the BANTER and not so much about the bike.
The pack continued to ride comfortably with Rob now setting the pace with GOG at the front of the pack. The Chit Chat never ended. The amount of conversation generated by this group would choke the Facebook services.
At the end of Holland Chapel the group slid back onto 751 to then swing left onto Luter Shop at the strawberry patch. Time was 10:16 am. Capn Carbon was calculating were the CSH ride group would be and where the Thorns and Roses would potentially intersect the group. Then from behind the pack an DUMB FUCK in a PICK UP elected to pass the group at the same time another pack of cyclists where meeting the group head on. This forced both groups of cyclists to adjust their line of travel to allow the large RED TURD to pass thru. Just as the PICK UP passed it made an immediate right hand turn onto Green Level. What a DUMB FUCK. GOG demonstrated his approval by generating a WHAT WHERE YOU THINKING Sing with his right arm. The DUMB FUCK in the PICK UP knew he was just that as he was looking in his mirror as it to suggest concern about his most recent maneuver. The DUMB FUCK in The PICK UP made some gesture. GOG tried to decipher the arm movements from the cab of the Truck. Surely those were jesters of SORRY, MY MISTAKE.
From his peripheral view GOG noticed that the other cyclists who where approaching from the opposite direction also attempted to communicate to the DUMB FUCK in the PICK UP TRUCK.
Communications is the key to positive results. The PLO, HESBOLA, and The IA-TOLA all understand the value of communications just like DUMB FUCK PICKUP TRUCK drivers do.
Now back to the ride and the road that laid ahead GOG settled down having just participated in diplomatic relationships with DUMB FUCKS in PICK UPS. The pack continued the ride with limited comments on the event that just transpired.
The only memorable comment came from Karen. “Feeling FISTEY? Kevin?”
Nothing more needed to be said.
Rob and GOG continued to ride unchallenged at the front of the pack. It is fare to mention that there never was a draft line. This is due to one of two reasons.
1. No one really was there to challenge any one.
2. The conversations were more intense than the ride.
As the ride continued down Luter Shop towards Cary, Carrie slid up next to GOG to ask the following life altering question.
“Where is the County Line” , “it is up ahead less than a mile” GOG responded.
“You will notice it due to the change in pavement color, when it goes from black to gray, and it is near the house that has all the new trailers for sale” he went on to stay.
“OK”, “So is that were the sprint starts?” Mother Goose asked.
“NO”, “That is where the sprint to the county line ends” GOG informed Mother Goose.
“SO”. “Where does the sprint start?” she asked.
“That depends on you and how long you think you can attack until the line” advised GOG.
Just as the conversation between Mother Goose and GOG was finishing the County line came into view. GOG checked his rear view mirror to see that Capn Carbon was fully engaged in conversation (likely the same conversation he starting in the parking lot at Bruggeers).
GOG was now struggling with the realization that he has been riding the couch for 2 months drinking bottle after bottle of homemade wine while others like Capn Carbon, Mr. Bridenbaugh, Immortal Man, Mother Goose, Karen, ……. had all found methods to continue to stay physically fit. Should he make a play for the win at the county line or admit to himself that there is no way his 2 months of couch surfing supports any attempt to win any thing more than concern for his health.
Than in a BRAIN FART GOG went for GOLD.
He glanced in his mirror.
NO Challenge From Capn Carbon.
GO GO GO .
Shit – rpms are maxed out, Heart Rate is maxed out, Oxygen debt is maxed out.
GOG then took another reality check in his mirror.
CRAP.
The smile on Capn Carbon’s face had already filled the entire surface of GOG’s mirror.
Hee HEe HEEEE.
That is not the normal sound of a car, or a Truck, or anther bike.
That is the NORMAL sound OF CAPN CARBON as he easily vanquishes all challengers.
The race was over before it even began.
GOG is a slow learner.
GOG is naïve.
GOG is OLD
GOG is OUT OF SHAPE
GOG IS OVER WEIGHT.
The pack did not respond other than to continue forward as if not even realizing that two to their group had charged on ahead.
Slowly Capn Carbon and GOG were swallowed up.
The pack was now slowly closing in on the turn into Cary Glenn. It was Mother Goose now in the lead. Then she suddenly sat up tall in the saddle and looked around to see where GOG was. “I do not want to get too far ahead”. “Not sure you will tell me about the next turn if I get too far down the road ahead of You” she said nervously. Mr. Bridnbaugh laughed with total understanding as he has been a victim of GOG’s playful games.
GOG directed the pack into a left turn From Luther Shop onto Yates Store in and effort position them for the interseption of CSH.
Perfect timing placed the Thorns and Roses at the round about in Cary Glenn as the CSH riders were finishing their climb up to the round about. The group said good by to Capn Carbon as he made a full circle of the round about to join CSH. The pack also said HI to those they knew in the CSH group.
The remaining Thorns and Roses met the challenge of “Nicole’s Roller Coaster” finding themselves finally onto Carpenter Fire Station Road and the last run towards Cary.
Karen and Mike had made it known that they actually had started their ride from inside Out Sports, and needed to get back to there via CrabTree Crossing in Preston.
“We will get you back there so you can finish your ride to Inside out and we can finish just above Brueggers” GOG was happy to inform.
The Thorns and Roses finished their ride of 33 miles at an average of 15 mph.
A great ride for early in the season.
GOG, Rob, Carrie, all relaxed drinking coffee as Capn Carbon instantly showed up having just completed an additional 20 miles in the time it took the earlier finishers to order coffee. Capn Carbon was also finishing his 53 mile ride as the ROSES (Mother Theresa, and Jay) finished their 33 miles.
A great weekend of Bicycle rides, with a great group of friends.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Social Saturday and Single Gear Sunday
Saturday Nov 14
In attendance:
Lee – second time with the group and happy to finally ride with Capn Carbon. Lee is looking for opportunities to attack.
Jen Serino – Slow Jen Fizz
Steve Cope – Capn Carbon
Steve Sparano – Sporadic Steve
Perry Hurt
Joe Pittman – Mr. Immortal
Karen Sutton – first time with the group – invited by Slow Jen Fizz
Nicole Mobley - first time with the group – third time on a bike– invited by Slow Jen Fizz
Kevin Smit – “GOG”
Theresa Smit – “Mother Theresa”
Capn Carbon had arrived to the start with two bicycles hanging on the rack. He had is Kestral (Full Carbon) and his brand new (repurposed old steel/chrome frame) FIXED GEAR BIKE.
Everyone was impressed with the new machine and was anxious to see Steve ride it. Steve had not yet ridden the bike and was hesitant to ride it for the first time on the route planned so he elected to ride the full carbon bike instead. “Sunday” he said “I will ride it Sunday”. That prompted “Slow Jen Fizz” to suggest she too may bring her FIXED GEAR BIKE on Sunday to ride with the group.
After brief introductions of the new riders to the group “GOG” suggested that he had a 40 mile route planned for the day and was looking to average a comfortable pace of 16 mph. He learned that at least 3 of the riders had a time constraint. “GOG” asked “Mother Theresa” if she would be willing to short cut and bring those with time constraint back in time to meet those needs. With those logistic addressed the pack was off.
The pace was subdued as the riders climbed the first small hill on High House just prior to the turn into the Preston Neighborhood. Each ride made the sweeping right turn followed by the flowing left turn placing them between the fairway and greens of the Preston Neighborhood’s Golf Course. The pace continued to be relaxed as the group rode as a clump with no effort to draft or set up a peloton formation. Just prior to the right turn onto Creek Park Drive the group heard a loud BANG followed by at TICK TICK TICK. No this was not a roadside bomb but one could suggest it was an IED for bicyclists.
“Capn Carbon” was looking all over his bike as he felt that noise may have come from him. “Capn” has had lots of rear wheel challenges this season with broken spokes, and rear hubs that needed to be replaced. So the natural response was to suggest his rear wheel had cracked – that is a risk on those high dollar carbon rims. “Capn” also rides on Sew-ups which means if he has a flat it is not just the expense of a tube, but also the full replacement of tire and tube. The TICK TICK TICKing noise continued forcing “Capn” to stop and inspect with greater focus on what the noise might be. This resulted in the entire group stopping with less than a mile into the ride. “Capn is HIGH MAINTENACE, We are always having to stop for him due to some issue”, “GOG” explained as he apologized to the group for this unplanned stop.
“Here it is” cried “Capn” as he pulled a large piece of metal from his tire. HISSSSS and the expensive Sew-up slowly died. “Looks like a piece of barbed Wire” added “Sporadic Steve”. The group continued to wait as the pit crew of Steve and Steve worked to pull off the dead sew-up replacing it with a spare, and then breathed life into it with a CO2 cartridge. This effort is clearly simpler and quicker than changing out a tube.
“Ready to Roll” shouted “Capn” and the pack was quick to respond. Now back in full stride the riders ramped up their speed to a comfortable 17 mph as they headed deeper into the Preston neighborhood. The group all exited the roundabout together and made the left turn at the Yellow Barn. At that point “Mother Theresa” and “Sporadic Steve” were lagging slightly. “Mr. Immortal” and “Capn Carbon” were the first to the next intersection and without hesitation Joe “Mr. Immortal” signaled a right turn onto “Ron’s Pull”. “GOG” did not correct them and followed suit. Lee was close and riding with Perry just behind “GOG”, they were followed by Karen, Nicole, “Sporadic Steve”, “Slow Jen Fizz”, and “Mother Theresa”. As the pack continued they fell into a poorly organized draft line. No detectible increase in speed occurred. Then “Sporadic Steve” made a play to see who would jump with him. He pulled out of his position in the pack and raced past the two leaders who were in a discussion of bikes and bike parts. No response from “Mr. Immortal” or “Capn”. Then after a short delay “Mr. Immortal” set up the next move by suggesting to “Capn”, “let him gap us a little more”. So there was even a longer delay before “Capn” made his move followed by “Mr. Immortal”, and “GOG”. Yes even “GOG” jumped as if he was still in shape and happy to accept any and all challenges. Please remember this was still in the first 3 to 4 miles of the ride and the group had already had a nice long rest during the flat tire change. So “GOG” still felt fresh, and he knew he would not be able to respond to the later attacks that were sure to come in the days ride. The three riders pulled up to “Sporadic Steve” and then slowly rolled past. Once “Capn” and his crew had vanquished that break away rider they settled into a 20 – 21 mph pace.
“Slow Jen Fizz” detected the change in pace and recognized the now relaxed posture of the lead riders. She ramped up her efforts to pull those with her across the gap to the leading group. “GOG” continued to monitor;
the pace,
his ability to sustain or respond to any change in pace,
his mirror to see the results of “Slow Jen’s efforts” as she was eliminating the gap between him and her.
“GOG” continued to find the best place to draft has he and “Mr. Immortal” fought to find any slip stream possible coming off of “Capn Carbon” who was still in the pull position. Then is if “Mr. Immortal” realized that “Slow Jen Fizz” and her crew had completely closed the gap he pushed the pace and attacked “Capn Carbon” not once but twice as a boxer would do to deliver a knockout punch. “Capn” responded, as did “GOG”. Joe continued to press the pace working hard to stay in the newly acquired lead position. Then “GOG” found himself side by side with “Capn Carbon”. “Capn” looked startled and even laughed a nervous laugh as if to say ETU BRUTE to “GOG”. “GOG” was acting the role of Brutus with “Capn Carbon” acting the roll of Caesar. In the mean time “Mr. Immortal” continued to press the pace as the two best friends behind him contemplated the act of treason that was potentially unfolding. First “Capn” collapsed showing the emotional depression one feels when betrayed by a best friend or confidant, as his body went limp for an instant. That was followed closely and more dramatically by “GOG’s” realization the he was on the verge of disrespecting the Greatest Bicyclist he has ever personally known.
That one scene if played in slow motion would have won the two cyclists (actors) an academy award.
“Mr. Immortal” triumphantly took his prize, which did not last long once he saw the destruction-taking place between the two riders behind him. In an effort to bring the “SPIRIT” back to the ride and to the two riders behind him, “Mr. Immortal” graciously offered the following. “You know it wasn’t fair.” “I drafted off of Capn Carbon, who pulled us the entire way”. Some how “Mr. Immortal” sensed the emotional destruction each of the two trailing riders felt at that moment. “Capn” with the realization that his second in command (not in ability) was attacking him, and “GOG” realizing that he was working against the EMPEROR of Biking.
Once at the end of “Ron’s Pull” the pack slowed and stopped to allow all to regroup. “GOG” rolled on through the intersection still numbed by his actions and the level of disrespect he had shown to “Capn”. Somehow “GOG” knew he needed to distance himself from the pack as if placing himself in exile.
The group said nothing of the exchange that had just taken place. Either they did not fully grasp the calamity of that situation, or they all were in too much shock themselves to comment, or they were so wrapped up in their own efforts that they missed the treason that took place within their ranks.
Joe “Mr. Immortal” had mounted a stellar attack that does deserve the full $100 award for taking the sprint. He needs to make no excuses for his actions and does not need to try and soften the more devastating actions of “GOG” against “Capn Carbon”. One can only hope that time will heal the wounds inflicted during that short skirmish.
The group was working to came all together at the lights at highway 55 when Lee, Joe “Mr. Immortal”, and “Capn” all jumped through the yellow Light to get across 55. All others pulled up and stopped as they watched the others scamper on through.
“KAH”, “HACK”, “KAH. “Slow Jen Fizz” was making such a racket as she struggled to catch her breath in between coughing episodes. “What?, are you our designated H1N1 participant on the ride?” asked “GOG”. “Yea, just getting over it”. “was planning to do the Bridge to Battleship Triathlon, and then days before the event came down the H1N1”. “Really Pissed ME OFF” cried Jen in between coughs.
In the mean time those that had jumped the light were now waiting on the other side for the rest to cross Highway 55 safely.
Once across the group was at full strength with “Sporadic Steve” in the pull position, and “GOG” working to find the best draft position. Others were falling in line behind them as the group formed a single file line on this narrow section of busy road. The pace was slowly creeping up again towards the 20+ mph pace as the pack continued towards the outskirts of Cary and Morrisville. “GOG” had considered taking the pack on the route he planned the week before but did not elect to follow. In this route he would direct the group to turn right on Yates store and head to O’kelly, then 751, then stage coach, then Farrington, to Lystra, and then via Martha Chapel towards home. That is a hilly route that does not allow for any short cutting of distance. Knowing this “GOG” began to re-assess the situation. He knew there were two new riders in the group, at least 3 needed to turn back early, and he was now emotionally and physically drained from the previous attack he participated in.
“Would anyone argue if I shorten the route a little today” he asked the group. “Capn Carbon” responded, “I do not plan to ride hard today or attack, I have been off the bike too long and could use a shorter ride”. The two newer riders with the group smiled. In retrospect those smiles could have easily meant to suggest, “this group is not very tough at all”. “GOG” took the smiles as an approval to shorten the route.
“Left Turn” cried “GOG” as the decision was made then and there to alter the route. “We are headed for UPChuck” he went on in an effort to describe the next part of the route. Behind him “GOG” could hear the others cyclist work to explain to Lee and the two newer cyclists what “UpChuck” was and how to set themselves up for the attacks that were sure to unfold.
“GOG” was the first to traverse through the pot holed downhill prior to the steep climb known to the group as “UpChuck”. Once through the bottom of the run he was working to pick a gear for what lay ahead. Then Lee shot past him, then “Capn Carbon” who had apparently recovered from his emotional let down on “Ron’s Pull”. “Capn” was not about to let “GOG” or anyone else disrespect him on “UPChuck”.
The procession continued with each cyclists working to join “Capn” and Lee at the top of the hill. One by one they conquered the climb. Slowly the group circled as they waited briefly for all to gather at the top. The group was then directed to make the turn onto New Hope Church Road. “We will stay on this to the turn onto Mount Pisgah” Kevin informed the group.
“Crap”, “I have a flat”. “GOG” shouted to the group. This is payment for his traitorous antics earlier in the ride. As “GOG” pulled to the side of the road “Capn Carbon” was already dismounting his bike and reaching for “GOG’s” rear wheel in an effort to remove it from the frame. His actions were similar to a Formula One Pit Crew member as they jump the wall with torque wrench in hand and start pulling lug nuts off of the wheel of the car as it is still slowing to a stop.
“GOG” did not deserve this level of attention from the man he had treated so disrespectfully earlier. This rattled “GOG” so much that he struggled to do his part in locating a new tube, tire irons, and Co2 cartridges. He was so slow in acquiring those items from his tool kit that “Capn” had already pulled the rear tire off the bike and was ripping the bead off the rim with his bare hands. “GOG” wondered if this was “Capn’s” way of saying that he had recovered fully from the earlier betrayal and all was good between them, or if he did not want to suffer through a slow tire changing process, or maybe he was still demonstrating to all (especially the new gals on the ride) that he was truly a Bicycling legend that could do it all.
“Sorry guys for all the unplanned stops today, I know it is cutting into your limited time for the days ride”. “GOG” was in full apology mode.
The Socail Club was happy to continue there very important CHIT CHAT uninterupted by this long tire change.
“I think I will just head for home from here” Perry announced. The group had only completed 10 miles and two flats. Joe “Mr. Immortal” was caught glancing at his watch. “I think I can continue with you guys until after Mount Pisgah” he was heard saying. The rear tire successfully changed and filled having had to use 2 CO2 cartridges due to “GOG’s” failure on the first try. The group said good-bye to Perry as they headed for Mount Pisgah and Perry headed back towards the start.
To this point in the ride “slow Jen Fizz” and the two ladies she had invited had been in a nonstop chat fest. “GOG” never fully heard nor understood the subject matter of their conversations but it was clearly something all three could participate in. “GOG” rarely engages in deep conversation while on the ride. It is not just because he is anti-social but more a factor of his inability to carry on a conversation while riding at speeds that are taxing his physical abilities. These three ladies however had no problem with the pace or the ability to visit non-stop while remaining solidly in the middle of the pack.
A left turn at Mount Pisgah is were the next split in the group took place. “Mother Theresa” and “Sporadic Steve” elected to ride straight on New Hope Church to the end at 751, where they planned to back track on in to the finish.
The Hills on Mount Pisgah set the stage for more attacks with “Mr. Immortal”, and Lee throwing out challenge after challenge. Lee reminded this rider of someone trying to play tag. His antics were much the same as someone running up close to their victim only to lightly touch them, yell “TAG YOU ARE IT” and then deftly elude them by scampering away. This style of riding continued throughout the days ride. Lee was clearly feeling frisky on the bike. There may be a nickname in this somewhere.
The pack enjoyed the attacks as each hill was met with that challenge. The group then rested and recovered as they pulled onto Farrell Road and its route that intersects Luter Shop just shy of the Strawberry Patch. It was at that intersection that “Mr. Immortal” left the group and headed back towards Cary and to meet his prior time constraint.
The pack was now down to “Capn Carbon”, “GOG”, Lee (nickname?), “Slow Jen Fizz”, Nicole, and Karen. This group rode well together now with “Capn Cabon” and the 3 ladies all participating in the Chat Fest. Again “GOG” rode in silence/survival mode. Lee was bouncing around like a young puppy looking for someone to play with. He was torn with the thought of scampering away, but realized that no one was paying attention because of the constant Chatter from the group. It is no fun to run away if no one chases.
Once at the Strawberry Patch the group was instructed to ride to Martha’s Chapel and follow its length to Lake Jordan. Here was an opportunity for Lee to Play with “Capn Carbon”. Lee had been on this section of road before and learned about the fast run and final sprint that always takes place there.
No one took control of the pull position resulting in some tentative shuffling among the riders. It was Lee and “Capn Carbon” that ultimately broke away from the group, and there was no clear sprint to the finish line at Lake Jordan. Next the group was directed onto Farrington and the section of road known to the group as “Kevin’s Crawl”. “Capn Carbon” was in the lead position followed by Lee, then “GOG” and then the social club. As the riders built their speed “Capn” looked back and asked, were is “GOG”. As he did this he pulled out of the pull position and fell back in line just behind “GOG”. “You know Steve, ever since Claim Jumper disrespected me on this section of road, I just don’t have the same desire to remain at the lead”. At that point Lee pulled ahead of “GOG” and all those behind him did not respond. It was Lee out ahead with “GOG” acting in a pull position for all others as they increased their speeds maxing out on the peak of the climb at about 21 mph. Lee continued on towards Holland Chapel well ahead of the pack. He slowed only long enough for “GOG” and the pace line to swallow him up as he waited for instructions for any next turn. “On Straight” was the command from “GOG”, as he was now passing Lee. The next command given was “left turn at Horton Pond”, “I am adding miles and hills back into the ride”, “Looks like everyone is looking for more so I am adding some back into the ride”.
“How far do we go on this until the next turn” Lee asked in hopes that “GOG” will share that information for his benefit. “This dead ends at 751, then we will turn right and an immediate left”. With that information Lee added, “I know that road it has a big sweeping downhill”. Now fully armed with information about the next 4 – 7 miles Lee was ready to play. He slowly pulled away from the group. “Capn” and the ladies were still in full Chat mode and let Lee slip slowly away. “GOG” continued to ride focused on holding the pace, this took great concentration on his part, as the constant chattering from the social club slowly became a dull drone in his ears. Then there was a short pause in the noise being generated from the Social Club. Someone had come up for a bit of fresh air. In that pause of verbal exercise the group realized that Lee was slipping away. “Capn” immediately left the group and pressed forward to close the gap. The ladies all pondered their response. Then slowly they ramped up their efforts and slid past “GOG”. The coffee break was over, time to get back to work.
The group did not wait long at the end of Horton Pond as they carefully positioned themselves among the car and truck traveling on 751. They had to time their left turn as oncoming traffic as well as the line of Traffic behind them did not want to be encumbered by these slow moving nuisances. Safely onto Luther, Lee and “GOG” were riding next to each other when Lee announced, “I have to Pee”. “We can stop and let you run off into the woods” responded “GOG”. “Na”, “I can hold it”, “it is another thing that will train my body to suffer on”, “you know toughen me up” Lee said with a sincere smile on his face. After the exchange Lee set out to make a fast run on the next downhill triggering a response from “Capn”, resulting in another playful exchange. The ladies were found drafting “GOG” as he worked with the aid of gravity to produce as much momentum as possible on the downhill. “GOG” continued to witness Lee attacking and “Capn” responding, then Lee attacking again. This game of “TAG YOUR IT” continued the entire length of Luther. The ladies had no problem passing “GOG” on the first uphill as his momentum was stripped faster than it had been built on the previous downhill.
All were waiting and chatting at the next intersection as they allowed “GOG” to join them for the next section of road. “GOG” slid past them all, turned right onto Green level, and did not slow down in the process. He looked back in his mirror expecting to see Lee jumping at the opportunity to respond and attack. The group was still focused on whatever the topic of conversation was as “GOG” continued to widen the gap all the while getting dangerously close to the Wake County Line. He knew that either “Capn Carbon” or Lee would want to make a play for the County Line. It was Lee who responded and was seen working to run “GOG” down. “GOG” confident he had a large enough gap, actually slowed down in an effort to taunt Lee into pushing even harder. “GOG” rolled over the County Line arms raised in victory just as he felt the pressure of the air being pushed out ahead of Lee, as Lee just about took the win.
“GOG” heard the ladies still in full SOCIAL CLUB CHATTER talking about how they liked the house that was up head on the curve. Was there any topic not discussed by this group on this ride?
“I am adding more miles and more hills,” announced “GOG”. “Make the right turn up ahead onto Wimberly” he went on to say. As the group made the turn onto Wimberly the Social Club was in the discussion of Mediterranean foods. “Capn Carbon” was fully engage in the conversation offering his opinion of various restaurants in the area and the quality of their product. The pace quickened as “GOG” was once again in the favor of the Gravity GOD who supplied extra momentum to the large mass known as “GOG”.
“I am afraid of the down Hills” announced Nicole. “This is only my third time on a bike” she went on to explain.
Once at the bottom of the hill the group was pulled back together with no one acting like they wanted to attack the hill. “This hill is not steep but it is long and wears on a person” “GOG” explained to Lee. “A nuisance hill” he responded. “GOG” was left to contemplate what a nuisance hill was.
Was it a hill that provided no real benefit from a training perspective,
or one that was too long to attack and recover from,
or one that was there just to slow the riders down and lower their average Miles Per hour for the days ride.
No matter what is meant by the term a nuisance hill the climb up WIMBERLY SUCKS. Oh and just as the hill was punishing the riders the most. The Social Club was chatting about recipes, and “Capn Carbon” was leading the discussion about some of his favorite recipes and how to properly execute them.
Upon completion of Wimberly, and the discussion on recipes, the pack of riders made a left turn onto Jenks Road as it heads back into Cary. As the group closed in on Highway 55 and Holt, Lee attacked again with “Capn Carbon” there to respond. From there the group safely made it across 55 and the left turn onto Holt. Here again they settled into a relaxed pace as the finish was approaching within the next 3 or so miles. “One more hill to attack on” announced “GOG” “Oh GOOD” replied Lee.
The pack made the turn onto Jenks Road and the pace quickened spreading the riders along its length as they readied themselves for the fast downhill and another nuisance uphill climb that was sure to have a battle between cyclists taking place. Lee and “Capn” enjoyed the attacks mounted on the other. “Capn” was seen playing the “TAG YOUR IT” game originally started by Lee. “GOG” and the Social Club all rode strong keeping their speed as they matched the pressure of the hill with greater efforts on the pedals.
Once at the top of the climb “GOG” directed the group to make the turn towards Preston. The cyclists road back into the neighborhood retracing the route first traveled as they started the days ride. The pace was very relaxed as each rider was now in cool down mode, and still participating in a Social event.
The group was then directed thought the backside of the neighborhood finishing the ride by entering the back parking lot of Brueggers.
The riders completed 38.5 miles at a pace of just over 16 mph, and with lots of hills. The route was altered no less than 3 times as “GOG” continued to assess the group’s strength and willingness to be challenged. Well done for a SOCIAL CLUB.
Sunday November 15th.
Single Gear Sunday.
A FOGGY Start and a SUNNY Finish.
Those assembled for the days ride included:
Theresa Smit – “Mother Theresa” on her 1979 classic steel bike. She picked her 42 tooth front chain ring and her 19 tool rear chain ring to ride for the day. She had other gears and could shift into them, however she wanted to meet the challenge of Single Gear Sunday.
Kevin Smit – “GOG” on his FIXIE with gear ratio of 48 x 16
Steve Cope “Capn Carbon” on his new (never ridden) Chrome FIXIE with gear ratio of 48 X 16
Shawn Richardson – the “Yellow Jacket” on his black and gold FIXIE with gear ratio of 48 X 16
Paul (sorry cant remember the last name)- On his Urban Commando FIXIE. Paul also came dressed in perfect Urban Commando Camouflage.
Tim Devinney – “The Love Train” Tim was riding wounded. His right knee has been damaged and he can barely walk on it, but he came to ride. It turned out that “The Love Train” also elected to pick a gear and stay in it (most of the ride – he did shift once to a higher gear later in the ride).
The Fog added an additional challenge to the day’s ride, as the group slowly slipped out of the parking lot and onto High house. Luckily the traffic on an early Sunday morning is very light. “GOG” had placed a red flashing light on his jersey pocket and Paul had a flashing red light on his seat post. Together they acted as signals to those cars approaching from the rear. Right from the start the FIXTIES pulled away from “Mother Theresa” and “The Love Train”. The fact that a rider cannot Coast on a fixed gear bike actually increases their average speed in comparison to someone who peddles and then coasts for a short while. The FIXTIES had no choice but to continue with the momentum established as they slowly walked away from the others. “GOG” asked Paul how much he had ridden his FIXIE. He learned that Paul rides it in town to the grocery store, and other short errands. A true URBAN Commando complete with Messenger bag to haul items acquired during the errands. Paul went on to explain he has never ridden the FIXIE for mile after mile so this day’s ride will be the furthest on this bike. Paul also brought his road bike to the start in hopes that he could turn back early enough to swap bikes and then jump into the CSH Sunday ride. “GOG” took this bit of information and charted a course in his head that might allow Paul and the group to all be back in time for the CSH ride start. “Capn” was having no trouble adjusting to the ridding techniques demanded by a FIXED GEAR bike. He is truly a Cycling legend, capable of any challenge on a bike. Maybe next weekend “GOG” will bring his Unicycle to see how easily “Capn” can adapt to it. “The Yellow Jacket” has been demonstrating for several weekends his ability to handle his FIXIE. To that point he was spotted prior to the start in the parking lot practicing panic stops by hopping the bike and throwing it into a side slide stop. “The Yellow Jacket’s” FIXIE was the only one in the group without a cheater break.
The day’s ride was smooth and relaxed. None of the riders were there to attack or ride hard. They actually used this ride to focus on the new challenge that a FIXED Gear ride presented. They also had to concentrate a great deal due to reduced visibility. “GOG” helped by charting a route that was as flat as possible given the area they had to ride. He also directed the ride onto roads that had the lightest traffic possible. He also needed to plot a course that would return the group back to the start with minutes to spare so anyone who wanted to make the CSH ride could. Luckily the CSH rides have recently been pushed back to a 10 am start. This gives the “Thorns and Roses” all most two hours to complete their ride and still connect with CSH.
The most notable items to share from the ride are as follows:
- Poor visibility due to Fog and the buildup of moisture on everyone’s glasses. Half way through the ride “GOG” and Paul both removed theirs increasing the visibility dramatically.
- The temperature felt much colder than the thermometer was registering due to the moisture being absorbed through the cloths of the riders.
- No one knew what speed, distance, or cadence they were doing since none of the FIXED GEAR Bikes were laden with accessories.
- The sprints to the County Line did take place as expected.
- County Line Going Out – Capn pretended to not be paying attention and stayed in the back of the draft line as the County Line approached. GOG and the Yellow Jacket kept looking back to see if and when Capn would attack. As they looked back, Capn looked disinterested. Then in a surprise attack of his own, Capn sling shot past the group for the uncontested win!
- Lake Jordan – Group had a solid and fast paceline heading down toward the lake. Capn was up front with Paul breaking the wind for GOG and the Yellow Jacket. Then the Yellow Jacket provided “pay back” to Capn’s earlier trickery by launching a might attack and won the sprint easily!
- The riders could not see Lake Jordan due to the thick fog.
- Kevin was not challenged (all respected him) on “Kevin’s Crawl”.
- County Line Coming Back – Nobody showed interest in a contested sprint to the County Line. Capn could not stand it any longer as he has no patience and jumped on his new chrome fixie with less than 100 yards left. Nobody else even flinched and just chuckled as Capn burned yet another wasted match!
- There were NO flats or mechanical issues.
- The FIXIES road in a group except for the brief sprints
- The Road bikes (ROADIES) rode in a group (remaining in the gear chosen at the start of the ride).
- The route was shortened, and flattened even more near the end to beat the clock.
- At the end “Capn Carbon” and “Yellow Jacket” rode past Brueggers and climbed HighHouse in an effort to make it to CSH. They did not bring a road bike and were committing themselves to an additional 30 miles on their FIXIE’s with CSH.
- Paul and “GOG” rolled into Brueggers parking lot with 7 minutes to spare before the CSH ride start.
- Paul demonstrated an orderly transition as he changed from his URBAN Commando Fatigues into Road bike lycra garb, put the FIXIE safely in his car, pulled the road bike off the roof rack, pumped up tires, and headed out to catch CSH as they headed into Preston.
- Everyone had a BLAST and will definitely do this again.
For those thinking of using a road bike on the Single Gear Sunday ride here is a simple formula that will help them match as best they can the gear ratio of the FIXIE’s. This is not totally scientific and real gear heads will likely chime in to correct this simple explanation.
A Fix gear bike with a 48 X 16 set up has a 3 to 1 ratio. This is calculated by Dividing 48/16 = 3.
A bike with a large front chain ring of 52 can come close by putting the chain onto the following gears.
52 X 17 = 3.06
A 53 toothed large front chain ring might suggest the following gear selections.
53 X 18 = 2.9
If the smaller front chain ring is selected then the configuration may look like the following possible solutions.
39 X 13 = 3
For compact chain rings the configuration may be
36 X 12 = 3
Or for really small compacts the configuration may be
34 X 11 = 3.09
Yes you will likely have to stand to push up any hills with a gear ratio that equals 3 to 1.
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