end of Season rides have begun

Saturday Nov 7th
The official start to the OFF season.
Those in attendance:
Ron Clanton
Jae Brainard
Theresa Smit – Mother Theresa
Kevin Smit – GOG
Shawn Richardson – Green Flash all though today he came as the Yellow Jacket on his black and Gold Fixed Gear bike. He is the Yellow Jacket on the fixed gear due to how he can STING you if you provoke him while he is on that bike.
Frank Lewis
Joe Pittman – Mr. Immortal


The temperature was slowly climbing to 36 degrees as the riders all struggled with how many layers to put on for the days ride. Shoe Covers were all in order as were long fingered gloves. Several folks elected to wear a thin windbreaker expecting to have to shed it sometime during the ride. Jae was bundled up in her traditional winter wrap reminding all the cyclists of the young brother in the movie “A Christmas Story” . You know the one with the famous line “You will shoot your eye out”. Imagine the scene when Ralphie’s younger brother was sooo bundled up to go outside he could not move. That is Jae in the cooler months of the year when prepping for a bike ride.

The group had already been level set, via the email notice announcing the weekend rides, as to what type of ride and distance was to be provided. They were also informed that Capn Carbon would not be in attendance. This likely kept the Hammer Heads away since they would not have anyone to play with. These factors may have had an impact on the attendance levels. This participant wants to believe that the low attendance was do also in part by the many others who were in Wilmington participating in the Bridge to Battleship Triathlon. This next weekend will support one of the reasons for the low turnout.

The seven riders slowly mounted their bikes and rolled out of the parking lot, keeping the pace low as to minimize the impact of the cold air rushing past any bare skin. There was minimal chit chat and virtually no banter as the riders journeyed into and then out of the Preston Neighborhood. The only riders lamenting on the missing Capn Carbon was Frank. He was very curious as to what important non biking activity might have kept Capn Carbon from making the weekend rides. GOG shared with him all he knew on that subject. Apparnetly Capn and his Friend were spending the weekend with another couple on a weekend in the mountains of NC. Hmmmm maybe Capn can be distracted just a little.

As the group reached the first directional instructions GOG suggested Ron’s Pull as the next section of road for the cyclist’s journey. The Pace did not quicken, the draft line did not form into a tight single file. At one point just prior to Green Hope High School Ron rode up from the end of the line to ask if it was OK that he PUSH rather than PULL on this section of ride today. GOG assured RON that he was still in command of RON’s Pull and he could indeed lead from the rear rather than PULL from the Front. NO ONE was going to disrespect RON on his section of Road. All riders were happy to ride in the manner demonstrated by RON at that point in time. All riders were still in the pack as they finished RON’s Pull and prepared for the next section of road that would point them towards either UpChuck, or Cary Glenn, or O’Kelley.

As the riders rolled onto Carpenter Fire Station the pace id quicken slightly reaching 19 mph with GOG in the pull position. GOG was still working out the path for the days ride. Earlier he had considered leading everyone onto O’Kelley, 751, StageCoach, Farrington, and back home via Martha Chapel and the Strawberry patch. As he was just 4 miles into the ride GOG was already realizing that 4 or more weeks off the bike results in a pathetic performance with limited ability to climb, or sustain speeds over 16 mph. In addition he still had not taken his bike in for major servicing and was riding without the ability to shift his front derailleur. So GOG altered his plan for the days ride and directed the pack into Cary Glenn and it’s “Three Ugly Sisters”. This would result in a shorter route for the day and would bypass UpChuck in the process. The pack all followed his lead and soon were each planning how to best respond to the 3 short hills that lay between them and the exit of the Cary Glenn Neighborhood.
Yellow Jacket was riding comfortably as he swarmed around each of the riders with no apparent plan to attack unless provoked. Joe was the first to take a swat at the “Yellow Jacket” as he pushed the pace on the first hill in an effort to sneak away before his real attack on the last of the 3 Ugly Sisters. The Yellow Jacket followed at a distance to gauge Joe’s true intent. Frank was also sliding into the mix to participate in any swatting that might take place. Just as the three cyclists reached the bottom of the last climb one of them flinched which was all it took for the Frey to take place. Frank then Joe then Frank, then with the delayed acceleration produced by a gear ratio of 48 x 16 the “Yellow Jacket” was in full flight and zoomed by both Joe and Frank stinging them as he was the first to make the roundabout at the top of the climb. These three cyclists were able to circle a half dozen times before all the remaining riders completed the gauntlet laid down by the “Three Ugly Sisters”.

Noticing that at least half the group was ready for opportunities to attack each other GOG altered his route yet again. He made the decision then and there to add a few more hills and add a few more miles than his second designed route would provide for.

GOG directed the group to turn right out of Cary Glenn and head towards UpChuck from the opposite direction normally ridden on that section of road. “We will do the left turn just prior to UpChuck and head for Mount Pisgah” he was heard setting the next phase of the ride into concrete.

This was the beginning of the splintering of the group. It never fails that once provided with enough information the riders confidently plunge head on with the knowledge and some assumptions as to what and when they would need to hover for the next set of directions. This was no different. The 3 who had enjoyed attacking each other earlier were now pushing the pace well past 18 mph as they showed no hesitation of where they were headed or how they were going to get there. GOG found himself in No Man’s Land. He was planted squarely between Frank, Joe, and the “Yellow Jacket” group of riders and those behind him consisting of Jae, “Mother Theresa” and Ron. The leading group did slow slightly as they made the left turn onto Mount Pisgah allowing GOG to roll past them with all looking over their shoulder to make sure the trailing riders could see the maneuvers made by this leading group. It was here that the formal SPLIT was solidified. As GOG and the other 3 riders coasted into the first downhill of Mount Pisgah the trailing group elected to glide on past the turn and remained on a direct route towards 751. “They did not turn” Joe announced to the leading group. “That’s OK I know where they are going and I suspect they will get to Martha Chapel ahead of us” GOG responded. That was all the others needed to know and the attacks began as if someone shot off a starters pistol.

GOG was dropped as if the lead cyclists had just shed a heavy load. GOG had no way to respond so he settled into a survival mode of cycling. Keep the rpms up, the breathing in control, the legs on the verge of burn but not lactic acid collapse. His performance continued to demonstrate the results of not keeping up with any form of exercise for a period of weeks. The gap generated by his poor performance was only kept in check by those riding easily ahead of him. On several occasions GOG could see the 3 riders ahead turn to validate he was still moving behind them.

The group found themselves dead ended were Mount Pisgah stops at a T intersection with Highway 751. GOG was still some distance behind resulting in an unplanned stop for the 3 riders who were now at that T intersection. Eventually GOG rolled up to the stop, leaned into a left hand turn and coasted into the next downhill, this was the only method for GOG to communicate the next turn as he was too tired to communicate verbally. The pack of cyclists fell in line behind GOG as he lead the group down and up the hills of 751 and onto the right turn at Martha’s Chapel. There had been no sign of the other cyclists who had elected to bypass Mount Pisgah and had made a bee line to 751 earlier. GOG was not sure if they would find them on ahead, or if the group had elected to take control of their own ride and route back at the earlier SPLIT.

The run down Martha Chapel was no different than the run down Mount Pisgah. Frank, Joe, and the Yellow Jacket worked together to attain reasonable speeds without completely dropping GOG from their view. GOG was doing his very best to maintain 18 mph on a section of road that usually expected 25+ mph speeds. By the time GOG made it to Lake Jordan the others were waiting in anticipation of a right hand turn that would take them towards Lystra , or big woods, or other fun cycling routes. GOG had no plans to punish himself with more miles or extra hills so the choice was LEFT not right. GOG was also so slow in getting to Lake Jordan that he had no view of the attacks mounted by the lead cyclists, and they did not share with him who took the prize at the finish line. GOG could only surmise from the shit eating grin on the Yellow Jackets face that he had STUNG yet again.

The group now found themselves again lining up behind GOG as he rolled onto the section of road known as first “Kevin’s Crawl” and more recently as “Claim Jumpers Prize”. The group did not push the pace allowing Kevin to remain in the honored pull position and to slowly build the speed up as they responded to the small rise in the road as it traveled from the Martha Chapel/Farrington intersection to the Farrington/Holland Chapel turn. GOG was unable to push the pace beyond 17 mph, again demonstrating that he was suffering from being out of shape.

The turn onto Holland Chapel was completed with the riders now falling back into the same pattern as Martha’s Chapel or Mount Pisgah. The lead riders riding comfortably well ahead of the continuously struggling GOG. They regrouped at the end of Holland Chapel followed by the short jig and jog at the Strawberry patch which signals the run towards home. Déjà vu, this section of road was another repeat of all the previous long runs resulting in the gap of 3 followed by 1. The sprint to the county line was another victory for the FIXED GEAR “Yellow Jacket” but it was a battle well fought by Frank and Joe who were a close 2nd and 3rd or maybe even a tie for 2nd.

The lead group had extended the gap between themselves and GOG to such an extreme that GOG was challenged in how to best direct the pack to the next turn. If GOG did not push to close the gap he would be hard pressed to get the group to turn right onto White Oak Church road. GOG wanted to include the bike path that parallels Green Level as the last few miles of the days ride. After an internal debate GOG realized there was little he could do to close the gap, so, he breathed deep and then bellowed at the top of his lungs, “Right TURN, RIGHT TURN”. No response from the lead cyclists, so GOG took another deep breath and with his left hand cupped around his mouth in an effort to create a bull horn he again shouted “RIGHT TURN, RIGHT TURN”. It was Joe who then signaled right turn letting GOG know that he had been heard.
The three ahead slowed again allowing GOG to roll up to them bringing the pack back into full strength (in numbers not in physical ability). The group climbed the hill past the Tobacco Trail and finished the run to Green Level all together. It was hear that Frank took the lead and after a short pause for traffic he took the pull position lighting up the rpms and pulling the pack towards the turn at Green Level Church in access of 20 mph. The group members each navigated the left turn off of Green Level Church and onto the bike path. “I did not know this was hear” exclaimed Joe. “I had not riding this path for a long time” Frank added. The “Yellow Jacket” remained silent but deadly. The path was lightly traveled by others that day allowing the cyclists to glide along while also exploring the horizon and its fall colors.
GOG directed the riders to take the right fork and its tunnel under highway 55. Frank led the way into the tunnel followed by the “Yellow Jacket”, “GOG” and then Joe. Once all were safely into the tunnel “GOG” produced one of his immature child like screams at the top of his lungs. “CRAP” Joe responded to the sudden primal scream that was still echoing in the tunnel.

The cyclists continued their relaxed ride on the bike path, dodging the entrance gates at each road crossing. At the busy road crossing of Jenks Carpenter the cyclists all challenged the “Yellow Jacket” to demonstrate a Track Stand. “No way, I have only had this bike a month, I need more practice” he shared with the group as he was also unclipping from the peddles.

The group completed their ride on the bike path and found themselves at Davis drive. Here they finished the route by traveling down Davis to Waldo Rood, to Cary Parkway, and on into the Brueggers parking lot. A 35 mile ride at 15.5 mph average. The start of the OFF season, lower miles, slower pace.

Then others who had SPLIT earlier at Mount Pisgah had already loaded their bikes and were inside enjoying each others company and a coffee. They had completed 29 miles at a 14+ mph average. They elected to turn their days ride into an out and back journey with the turnaround at Highway 751.


Sunday Nov 8th.
In attendance:
Steve Sparano – “Sporadic Steve”
Theresa Smit – “Mother Theresa”
Kevin Smit – “GOG”
Lee Duncan – knew to the group, proud to be riding on a steel framed bike (Steel is Real)– found out about the rides from Dileep.

“GOG” did his best to welcome the new rider and to explain some of the types of antics one might encounter on a ride with the “Thorns and Roses”. Unfortunately Lee would not get the full impact of riding with the group as there were only 3 others on the days ride. The ride start was warmer than Saturdays. “Mother Theresa” wanted to make sure that we recognized that there was no one she could potentially finish the ride with. It was her way of saying to take it easy on her. “GOG” was quickly remembering how poorly he rode on Saturday and using that information he elected to work to flatten out this days ride while also getting the group to Lake Jordan and back into town in time for Lee to jump in with the CSH ride.

Once out of the parking lot it was “Mother Theresa” who set the pace. She was the first into the Preston Wood Neighborhood and the first one to the Yellow Barn where “Sporadic Steve” stopped to take a picture of a giant sculpture of a Chicken. As he stopped to take the picture the remaining cyclists rolled on towards the next intersection only to circle once before Steve was able to join the group. “GOG” directed the group away from “Ron’s Pull” and towards High House. Immediately “Sporadic Steve” assumed the next turn would take place just over the bridge and as he drifted left on High House “GOG” directed him to stay straight. The group was not going to ride on towards Apex, or Holt, but would remain straight riding on High House and crossing over Highway 55, and then make the right turn at Glenn More Road. This put the cyclists into the Field Stone Neighborhood and it small rolling hills. This route would dump them out onto a left onto Green Hope High School road. This would produce a flat ride out of Cary and onto Luter Shop and the run towards the Strawberry patch at 751.
The only momentous event that took place was when “GOG” sprinted at the very last second to the County Line on Luter Shop. He won that event only because Lee did not know that it was one of the sprint locations. When “GOG” attempted his sprint Lee was actually able to respond and could have taken the sprint easily if he knew of the finish line for the Sprint, and if “GOG” would not have waited until just a few feet to the line before attacking. It was totally unfair, and a poor example of a sprint.
Lee will not be caught off guard again.

The group road smoothly on towards the Strawberry patch and circled only once there as they waited for “Mother Theresa” who had been dropped at the county line sprint due to her unwillingness to participate in that childish game. The pack once assembled made their way to the left turn onto Martha Chapel and the long run down to the lake. There were no attacks on the run to the lake, the pace did quicken to 19 + mph with “Mother Theresa” working to stay in the draft.
Once at the end of Martha Chapel “GOG” informed Lee that there were so many more options of where to ride from there including Lystra and Big Woods. Lee showed a strong desire to go and do all that right then. “If we are going to get you back into Cary Glenn before the CSH ride gets there we need to head back from hear” “GOG” went on to explain. “I know my way back you guys go on and do not wait on me” “Mother Theresa” chimed in-between blowing her nose and catching her breath.

“Sporadic Steve”, Lee, and “GOG” all made the left turn onto Farrington and headed into the section of road known as “Kevin’s Crawl”. This is exactly what it was on this day’s ride. Kevin was barely able to accelerate up the gradual incline but did reach a slightly higher speed than accomplished the day before.

The turn onto Holland Chapel resulted in the 3 riders continuing to push the pace with no “Mother Theresa” in sight. Lee was clearly just getting warmed up as he was the one egging on the others to sustain speeds yet accomplished earlier in the ride. Lee was also chatting comfortably as the other two riders were doing their best to remain in ear shot and to nod their heads as that was the only way they could respond at this faster pace. Lee went on to explain that he has easily ridden with the CSH riders on 57 mile routes and was looking forward to jumping in with them today to bump the miles from this groups planed 33 miles and more towards 55 to 60 for Lee. It was here also that the group learned that Lee was a Technical Writer for IBM. “GOG” suggested that Lee would be a great candidate to take over the BLOG. “NO NO NO” he replied, “I am a Technical Writer”, “I have had a chance to read some of the BLOG”, “ and it does not follow any writing technique, or rules or spelling, or punctuation, or grammar”. “It would be impossible for me to create anything within the BLOG as it is currently produced”.

“GOG” continues to clearly demonstrate his failure in all those areas. He so hated English, and writing, and it shows.

The group was now back at the strawberry patch. They did not slow or circle in any effort to allow “Mother Theresa” to catch up. Sometimes a no drop does not work, especially when an individual demands they ride and suffer in isolation. “GOG” also knew she had her cell phone and would be happy to use it if needed. “GOG” also knew from years of riding with “Mother Theresa” that she will actually do better riding alone than feeling like she is holding the group back, and in fact would likely finish the days ride with in 2 or 3 minutes of the others who were still riding at a good clip.

Lee, “Sporadic Steve”, and “GOG” were know closing in on the county line. “GOG” felt so bad about his last attack antics that this time he clued Lee into where the county line was and to prepare for an attack. Just as that was being shared “GOG” jumped into the attack. Ok OK he still needed to cheat. Lee responded and the race was on. “Sporadic Steve” was caught by surprise and actually slowed down slightly as he analyzed his complete disappointment in “GOG’s” most recent poor sportsmanship antics.
“GOG” was still stuck in his small front chain ring and was not quick enough to shift the rear cluster from its middle rings. “GOG” quickly spun out and LEE glided by to take the win effortlessly.

“GOG” owes Lee $100, and should pay an additional fine for his poor sportsmanship Cheating tactics.

The group continued onto “Nicole’s Roller Coasters” with Lee blasting past everyone on the second climb. Upon exiting Cary Glenn the group was stopped by a driver who was traveling in the opposite direction wanting to find out how to find the Tobacco trail. In the time it took the cyclists to direct the driver “Mother Theresa” was able to ride up to the group and rejoin them.

A right turn onto Carpenter Fire Station the group was now keeping a vigil out for CSH. Normally that group it contacted no later than the point they would be turning into the Cary Glenn neighborhood.
“I think I read or heard that they moved their start time back to 10 or 10:30” Lee said.
“OK, we will continue to ride back towards them on the route that they take headed this way” was “GOG’s” response.
The riders continued across Highway 55 and onto the section of road known to them as “Capn’s Grave yard” and still no CSH. They continued to the end of “Capn’s Grave Yard” and made the left turn back towards the Yellow Barn, and the Preston Neighborhood. Up ahead “GOG” saw the “Mother Theresa” had gotten to the yellow barn ahead of them. She had turned off of “Capn’s Grave Yard” earlier and took the back way behind Green Hope High School to get there, cutting off almost a mile in doing so.

CSH was intercepted at the ROUND ABOUT in the Preston Neighborhood. Lee said his good bye to the “Thorns and Roses” and folded himself into the well formed double draft line of the CSH ride group.

“Sporadic Steve” and “GOG” met back up with “Mother Theresa” as she was waiting on the light to cross Davis drive. This group finished the ride completing 35 miles at 15.5 mph average.

and This is How the ROSE's ROLL / and if ther are no ride leaders is there realy a ride?

Oct 17.
The Roses know how to roll.
In attendance:
Steve Cope – Capn Carbon
Jeff Giordano – Claim Jumper – Sand Bagger
Tim Devinney – The Love Train
Mary Ann Feagan– has a nick name read on to figure out what it is.
Jae Brainard – A Rose by any other name.
Theresa Smit – Mother Theresa
Kevin Smit – GOG

The group assembled slowly as the skies and Doppler Radar suggested rain.
GOG and Mother Theresa were still suffering jet lag from their late night trip across the US. They had just spent the last week in San Diego California the land of Fruits and Nuts. It was like old home week for them as they moved from there to Cary NC in 1995 having lived in San Diego for 11 years. During their week in San Diego Theresa attended a conference for work and Kevin visited some of the old familiar territories they used to haunt. The actually also had a chance to visit Family and Friends while there.

But that was then this is now.
The group that had assembled was small in numbers but determined in spirit to make the effort to ride regardless of temp or threat of rain.
Kevin and Theresa both still suffering from sitting too long on an airplane were looking for an enjoyable ride with limited unfiltered Testosterone and childish antics.

The best answer for them was to ride with the ROSES and let the immature children play and do what ever it is they claim as being fun on a bike. The response from the Thorns was very similar to the response one would expect from small boys being turned loose at Chucky Cheese during a birthday party. The excitement of no adult supervision was clearly evident in the visible vibration of their bodies brought on by a sudden adrenaline rush.

And this is how the ROSES ROLL.
After the children had been turned loose the ROSES continued to take the time required to validate the bikes and layers of clothing were all correct before leaving the sanctuary of the parking lot.

Jae was in charge and did a great job of providing just enough information at the right time to allow all to plan for the next phase of the ride. Jae was seen sitting proudly on her new/used bike with its newly configured handlebars. Mary Ann was observed during Ron’s Pull as having SOLID cycling skills. She was flawless in holding her position in the draft line. Her peddling style was smooth. Her shifting methods were spot on, shifting just at the optimal point to keep her cadence within the power stroke/speed/aerobic threshold. The entire length of Ron’s pull was controlled by Theresa in the Pull Position and Mary Ann who did a phenomenal job of minding the gap. Mary Ann’s attention to the gap was the best ever observed by GOG. Her focus on that precious piece of real estate resulted in NONE of the jerking and Slowing and braking and racing to catch up experienced many times at the end of a draft line. Mary Ann’s technique allowed GOG to follow with full confidence and as close as possible to take complete advantage of the work she and Theresa were producing. At one point in the run up Ron’s Pull Jae (a ROSE by any other name) suggested the Theresa allow for a rotation in the line-up. GOG riding in third position and LOVING the draft and solid riding techniques from those two riders ahead shouted back to Jae, “NA Let her stay in front and work”. No more words were exchanged other than GOG’s non stop praise of the riding technique of Mary Ann (Minding the Gap).

At the end of Ron’s Pull the group took a short pause to drink some water and to determine if they needed to shed any layers of clothing. The run up Ron’s pull never dropped below 19 mph and was the smoothest draft line ever experienced by GOG. This is how the ROSES ROLL.

The group proceeded on past the turn onto Carpenter Fire Station as they headed towards RTP and the quite roads of a weekend vs a week day for that area. Theresa was still pushing hard against the wind and showed no signs of wanting to share that responsibility with anyone. As the riders made the left turn onto Lewis Stevens the head wind tackled them with all its force. Still Theresa was not showing any signs of relinquishing her position. GOG rolled up beside Mother Theresa and delicately balanced his position to ensure his front tire did not slide past hers. He worked hard to hold this position as the head wind continued to try and place him back in the pace line.
Mary Ann had made the decision to ride behind GOG as if to figure out his riding style. She was actually testing his ability to hold a steady speed and was quietly judging it in comparison to Theresa’s ability to hold a steady speed. Holding a Steady speed against gusting winds and periodic inclines takes a special kinesthetic awareness that only the most highly trained athletes possess. Theresa demonstrated this during Ron’s Pull. GOG was now fully concentrating on doing the same and used his position riding side by side with Theresa to practice this skill. Realizing he was being judged by Mary Ann he glanced in his mirror to determine, from her body language and her choice of distance/gap, if he was doing as good a job as Theresa. He observed Mary Ann holding back a considerable distance from his rear wheel in comparison to what she had when drafting Theresa. GOG also observed that Mary Ann was riding with both hands firmly in position to utilize the breaks as needed, that was not her position when riding 3 inches behind Theresa’s rear wheel. Jae was observed clear off the back of the pack and close to the edge of the road in an apparent effort to ensure she would not be entangled in any catastrophe that could potentially be generated by GOG.

GOG realized that the ROSES are truly an elate group of cyclists that are willing to test out the new riders, and who use wisdom to not trust completely, with out first validating they are worthy of their position in the draft line. This is the sign of a tightly nit group that all can learn a great deal from.

As the group crossed over Davis on their way toward the left turn onto Church Street the group splintered with Jae sling shooting ahead of the other riders. “Jae Loves this stretch of road” Mother Theresa informed GOG. As he observed this he expected to see the others respond and attack in kind. Nothing happened. The others actually smiled and took great delight in how well Jae catapulted her self ahead of them to take full advantage of that section of road. This would never happen like that with the Thorns. The Thorns would scramble and make every effort to take the joy of that section of road away from the person who had dared to express their own delight at that moment. In stead GREAT RESPECT was shown and in doing so all Felt the same Joy and delight as if they too were Catapulted onto this section of road.
GOG looked around to see the smiles and delight of each rider as they watched their comrade express herself at that moment in time.
And this is HOW THE ROSES ROLL (with great respect).

The group then made the left turn onto Church road. GOG was given permission to lead the group on that section of road. This was accomplished without any verbal command or confirmation of duty. Instead it was as if it was deemed so by forces of Nature that can only be felt and not explained. Clearly the ROSES are in full control of their place in the world order and are in sync with the Rules of Nature that govern Gravity, Quantum Mechanics, and the forces of Dark Matter that explain how the Galaxies were born and how they interact on the smallest levels.

Onto Miami Blvd with NO Traffic, and a left onto Hopson putting the pack of cyclists onto roads headed into the RTP area and onto roads that were currently enjoying the healing period between the week day heavy traffic burdens they bare 5 of the 7 days.

This phase of the ride had no order as each rider was truly enjoying the ride and elected to ride with no specific expectation or need to concentrate on a draft line. This was as if the roads spoke to the group, if we are allowed to heal and show no concern for the heavy traffic then so should you.

A left onto Lewis Stevens Dr found the group with a deeper focus as they responded to the small hill that lay in front of them. Theresa was in the lead down the hill with Kevin close at her side followed by Jae and Mary Ann. Jae slowly pulled in front only to have Theresa push to keep her cadence high causing her to slide past Jae. This was not out of respect or to mount and attack, this was a demonstration of riders responding to the climb in their own manner. Mary Ann responded in her own way by continuing to demonstrate perfect gear changing technique to keep her rhythm in check. GOG was totally out of his element as he was so focused on the delicate and supportive ballet that he was observing as each of the ROSE’s Danced their part in total harmony climbing the hill.
And this is how the ROSES ROLL.

The pack then found themselves at the light on Kit Creek and High way 55. A light that shows no respect for cyclists. GOG knew that the light would taught the cyclists to break the law and jump threw the red light, that was its purpose in life and it was not going to make an exception because the ROSES had arrived there.
GOG was focused on traffic in all four directions and the potential of any yellow light that could be used to the cyclist’s advantage. 3 minutes turned to an agonizing 5 minutes that was threatening to morph into 8 minutes before GOG recognized an opening. A car was approaching from the left, one was waiting in the right turn lane as the lights on highway 55 turned Yellow. “We have YELLOW” GOG shouted with glee. He jumped on the pedals and paused long enough for the car to make its right turn before dashing across the highway. As he did this he looked in his mirror to see if the ROSE’s were in pursuit. NO. They were all still standing still as if held fast in a tractor beam by the red light. Red light = suspended animation, Green = plan to get ready to go and if not fast enough then switch back to suspended animation with Yellow followed by Red. GOG slowly climbed the hill that lay ahead in hopes that the ROSE’s could break the force of the red light tractor beam. NO. There would be no movement until the RED turned to Green, and then it would be questionable to see if the ROSE’s could then switch fast enough from suspended animation to getting ready to go, to realizing they needed to go before stopped again by the strange Yellow/Red light force. This time a car was planted directly behind the Roses allowing for a longer Green than normal. The Roses just made it past the point of no return before Green Turned to Yellow. GOG saw that they all stalled momentarily as if the Yellow was going to force them into suspended animation as they were now in the middle of High Way 55. The car that had been the force used to turn the Red to Green was now itself stuck in suspended animation as it waited for the cyclists to finish their long slow journey thru the tractor beam zone.
And this is how the ROSES ROLL (slowly and attentively through intersections/almost dangerously slow). Clearly the ROSES need to Bloom much quicker in the changing of colors at a stoplight / or from any stop.

Once safely, but painfully slowly, through the intersection the ROSEs were once again riding as individuals towards the area of the ride known as Yates Store.
“We can either turn at Carpenter fire station or go on to UpChuck” Jae was heard as she offered the options up to the group. None of the Rose’s responded, resulting in a period of time for each to contemplate not only their own choice but to weigh their response to anyone who might support one choice over the other. Up and down the small hills of Yates Store and still no verbal commitment from the Roses. Slowly Theresa pulled up ahead of the group. Knowing she was pushing the pace early on, each of the remaining riders settled into the thought of expecting UpChuck to be the choice provided by this rider now in the lead. As the point of no return approached for UpChuck Theresa drift left and then turned left onto Carpenter Fire Station. No one argued No one commented, they were all happy to follow as if to say they were glad it was not up to them to decide either way.
And this is how the ROSES ROLL. (Anyone can call the ride at any time for any reason).

Theresa again in the lead pushed the pace even harder than earlier in the ride. She was demanding all fall in line behind at 20+ mph. The only ROSE ready to respond was GOG and he was doing his very best not to be dropped by Mother Theresa. “Theresa smells the barn doesn’t she” yelled Jae (a Rose by any other name).

The Roses finished their ride by traveling the back side of Preston and into Brueggers from Crabtree Crossing. They completed 27 miles at 14.7 mph.
They all enjoyed the ride.
They all appreciated the camaraderie.
They all took joy in each other’s skills and abilities for the days ride.
They all respected each other and did not try to attack or show up any other rider.
They all were ready to ride again on Monday and Wednesday morning with each other.
They all finished the ride with the right amount of effort to help them jump-start the rest of the day.
They all took pride in being a member of the ROSES.
And this is how the Roses Roll.


Sunday Oct 18th
Some rides show up and rode however there was NO
Capn Carbon
No
Mother Theresa
No
GOG

So was there realy a ride.

Green Flash has a mental breakdown / Josh runs the table

Saturday October 10th… (Green Flash has a mental breakdown)
GOG, Mother Teresa…. WHERE ARE YOU? The Smits once again were out of town and abandoned the ride group. To be honest, those that showed up were glad! In attendance included a small but very aggressive group of hammerheads:
Jeff (not #6, not downhill racer, not with the broken collar bone, aka Claim Jumper and Sand Bagger)
Josh (Pukie, Moving Violation)
Shawn (Green Flash who showed up with 19 more gears than last week and in total tacky green garb - as usual)
Joe (Mr Immortal)
John Majikes (Putz)
Todd (Slow Todd)
Steve (Capn Carbon)
As the small but serious group rolled out of the parking lot and headed around Bruggers toward High House, they came across Mr Immortal who was having mechanical problems and off his bike. He waved at the group and said to go on with a frustrated tone in his voice! True to the “spirit of the ride” the group all stopped to offer a helping hand. Sand Bagger and Capn immediately jumped onto the situation and helped adjust the front shifter which was not functioning very well. With Joe (Mr Immortal) back in business again with a big smile, the group sped up High House and through the Preston neighborhoods. The first bit of excitement was on Ron’s Pull where, as expected, the pace quickly picked up and the banter stopped. Serious business as there was $100 on the line! The Green Flash launched a mighty attack but unfortunately had Josh, Sand Bagger, Capn, and Mr Immortal right on his wheel. As the line approached, Capn launched a counter attack and surged past the Green Flash. With apparent victory in hand, Capn shut down the turbo thrusters a little too soon as Mr Immortal rolled past him toward the end of the road. NICE job Joe of sneak attack!
GOG owes Mr Immortal $100
The next challenge was on UpChuck hill where Josh (Pukie) continued to demonstrate a new found strength of climbing short and steep hills – where did this come from? (some say modern medicine) Josh easily beat the rest of the Thorns to the top for the win.
GOG owes Josh $100
At the top of Upchuck, the group took a right and then headed down toward the Tobacco Trail to find a fire engine and rescue vehicles blocking the road. A car was on the side and was smoldering from a major fire in the engine compartment. Capn suggested insurance fraud and said Car Max probably did not offer enough money to take it off the owner’s hands! A right at the Strawberry Patch and then left onto some Woman’s Chapel road. It was there that John began a long story of how he was called a big Putz as a kid. I cannot repeat some of the definitions that John said a Putz represents but needless to say, they were not good. At any rate, John was proud of his childhood nickname and will now continue to be call this from now on (at least by Capn). As the lake approached, the peloton started forming a straight line with everyone trying to tuck in and conserve as much energy as possible for the cash sprint just ahead. The speeds approached 30 mph before the Green Flash and Pukie launched another tremendous attack. Josh was able to hold on and take the prize once again with the rest of the group right on his heels! The only difference from the prior week was that he did not Puke this time.
GOG owes Josh $100
A quick right and a needed rest stop just ahead at the Lystra gas station. Mr Immortal had already announced that he would turn around at the gas station due to another commitment. With that in mind, Joe launched his own solo attack heading up the hill toward the gas station. He had a large breakaway which stunned Capn and the others. Eventually, Mr Immortal was reeled in but not before claiming victory. Outstanding game of tactics. From now on, the group needs to keep an eye on Joe!
GOG owes Mr Immortal $100
From the gas station, the group agreed to do a sprint to the top of Cul-de-Lystra and then come back down to head over to Big Woods for a time trial. The Green Flash and Capn were fighting tooth and nail to the very top and burned way too many matches in their zeal to be to the top first. Eventually, Capn edged out the Flash but not by much. Everyone else either rode easy up the hill, or are just plain out of shape and died. Some only rode part way up and then turned around. These names will not be revealed as they are truly an embarrassment to the Thorns tradition. Patti Melt would NEVER only ride part way up!
Down the hill, right and then another left put the peloton onto Big Woods. From the very beginning, the Green Flash, Sand Bagger, and Capn got aggressive and pulled away from the pack. They each took fast and brief pulls to keep the speed high and provide a consistent rotation to share the load. Only occasionally did the speeds get below 25 mph across the entire stretch! However, at one point, the Green Flash pull off the front and was dropped by Capn and Sand Bagger. Capn looked back and was surprised. He then yelled back for the Flash to catch up which he eventually did. Then a mile down the road, it happened again. This greatly puzzled Capn and Sand Bagger as they clearly know that the Green Flash is a super strong rider and never gets dropped. At the end of the Big Woods, Capn asked the Green Flash what happened – too much drinking the night before? The Flash responded by saying he was not tired or hung over but rather had several mental breakdowns which allowed him to get temporarily dropped. Strange, very strange and maybe a need for medical attention. Maybe the dye from his many green tattoos has entered his bloodstream and is starting to effect the Flash’s mental capacity????
The whole group collected and then formed a nice pace line to motor across the lake and up to the Wilsonville gas station for another break. From there, the group rolled back toward home. Putz had rolled out earlier than the group as he was a bit tired and feared the pace might get too severe for his liking. After crossing the lake, the group took the first right onto some road which was very hilly. In fact, the rest of the ride home was very hilly including the final big pull up Greenlevel. Putz was caught by the group just before Greenlevel. The whole way home, the Green Flash continued to attack every hill which drew the attention of Capn and others who attempted to chase him down. In the end, it was a 48 mile ride at 19.1 mph average speed. Not bad for such a hilly ride!


Sunday October 11th… (Capn was Dead, Josh ran the tables)
GOG, Mother Teresa…. It rained the a lot the night before and many were too “afraid” to get out on the wet roads. There were a few dedicated and brave individuals who did attend including:
Jeff (not #6, not downhill racer, not with the broken collar bone, aka Claim Jumper and Sand Bagger)
Josh (Pukie, Moving Violation)
Brian (current president and CEO of the Steel is Real club on his classic team Gitane bike)
Barbara (wondered where all of the other girls were)
Paul (did the Pinehurst triathlon the day before and wanted to know what excuse Tim and Cristi had for not showing up!!!!)
Perry (new guy – 2nd ride with the group. He was the guy that got a flat on the new Serotta bike a few weeks ago)
Tim (Slow Tim – the group did not recognize him as it appears he has stolen the GOG’s beach ball. Brian said he looked like an older Elvis)
Another small but mighty group – like the day before. It was good to see Slow Tim on the road as he has basically disappeared over the last month or so. Capn showed up a little later than normal and told the group he had zero sleep and no energy from too much fun the night before. The group did not believe Capn and figured it was just a plot being laid for a series of major attacks down the road. Very quickly, the group realized that Capn was telling the truth as there were no aggressive moves, no attacks, no sprints, and only mild trash talking for the entire ride. This was the weakest ride ever for Capn. Josh seized this opportunity and won EVERY single sprint and bonus money. Paul was truly the animal of the day as he completed an Olympic distance triathlon down in Pinehurst the prior day and there he was out riding with the Thorns the very next day! Where was the Love Train and Kristi? So here was the quick run down of the ride… Josh won Ron’s Pull, Josh crushed Brian up Upchuck, Josh abused Brian on the sprint to the lake on some Woman’s Church road, Josh destroyed Capn on the County Line. Everyone else on the ride just sat back and watched the devastation. Even Claim Jumper was quiet on the ride and had no late day sneak attacks! In Brian’s defense, he had been sick the week before and has not been riding too much. Bla bla blaaa. Also of note, Slow Todd was dropped several times and asked why he was so slow??? His response was that triatheletes are not allow to draft on the bike and he tries not to do so on our rides which makes him “slower” than the rest of us – WHATEVER! Either way, he is still SLOW.
GOG owes Josh $400.
As with tradition, Josh and Capn peeled off from the peloton to join the CSH (Cycles Broken Here as Slow Todd would say) morning ride. The good news is that Capn came back to life and was able to ride up front with the “A” group and finished strong with a 50 mile total ride for the day.
The estimated distance for the rest of the group was 34 miles at a 17.5 mph pace. A nice recovery ride!!!!!!
Capn

Leadership shatters others step up to fill the void

Saturday October 3rd

It was a beautiful Saturday morning when Capn arrived at the Caribou caffeine dispensing location at 7:30. Capn was expecting a huge turnout as this was the last ride without the GOG and Mother Teresa which means there would be no need to ride "In the Spirit" of their goofy rules and undocumented ride laws. After enjoying a fresh cup of Java with Jeff (not #6, not with the broken collar bone, not downhill racer, aka Claim Jumper and more recently Sand Bagger), the 2 warriors came around the corner to a light turnout in the parking lot - WHAT???

The group of Thorns preparing for the day's adventure included:
Debra - don't call me Debbie!!!
Philip - don't spell my name with 2 L's!!!! (you gotta be kidding me, one should never give out this type of pet peeve info)
Jeff - Claim Jumper/Sand Bagger
David Cole - #7 - he rides a "Seven" bicycle and is always wearing "Seven" branded outfits just like Tracie (Capn thought these were women only clothes)
Christy - Pink Triathlete/Pinky
Tim - The Love Train and provider of entertainment
Todd - Slow Todd
Christine - Slow Todd's better half
James - Mr. NC State - Red Man
Shawn - Green Flash/Yellow Jacket (read on for 2nd nickname)
Josh - Moving Violation/Barfie (don't read on if you have a weak stomach)
Joe Pitman - Mr. Immortal
Steve - Capn Carbon

Based on the initial conversations in the parking lot, the group knew the banter would be intense all ride long as the group was punchie. First, the Green Flash showed up on a brand new black and gold fixed gear bike - very nice. This immediately drew attention from Capn who said he better watch out or he might hit a car on a bike with no brakes. OK, insider information from James (don't tell the Green Flash) was that the Green Flash picked up his new fixie last week and unfortunately had an accident with a car just miles after leaving the bike shop - OUCH - he and the bike are OK. The Green Flash just looked at Capn like he wanted to break his neck and the conversation ended right there. Then the Green Flash demanded a new nickname as his new bike was not green at all and he wore no green clothing. Capn immediately gave him the name of Yellow Jacket (based on all the gaudy black and gold crap on his bike) as he was sure that Shawn will still deliver a mighty sting with his new ride even though he only had 1 gear and NO brakes. Then Cristy started yapping about her upcoming night out to the U2 concert. She mentioned that her party was heading to Hooters on the way to the concert and that she was not happy about that choice. Capn then asked Christy why not as he thought she worked there. James and the Yellow Jacket quickly chuckled and chimed in teasing Kristi. Then Kristi gave the guys "The Look of Death" and the boys shut up. The ride finally got rolling at around 8:10 with everyone chatting about their plans for the day. Capn had to bail out early to do the Raleigh Typhoon scavenger hunt, Love Train had to be back by 10 to meet a client, Moving Violation had to get back to spend time with The Dish, Claim Jumper wanted to get back for a swim, Debra was tired from placing 2nd place in the Senior Time Trial Championships recently (awesome job), Christy wanted to be fresh for her U2 concert, Phillip was not up for more than 35 miles and jumped on the opportunity to get back early, and Immortal had to get back to watch a football game. The only riders not making excuses for taking a shorter ride included #7, Yellow Jacket, and James. Through Preston and on to Ron's Pull the group rolled with never a quiet moment. The peloton picked up Slow Todd and his wife Christine heading through the neighborhoods which was an unpleasant surprise (sorry Christine). Christine had not been riding much as was a little nervous about riding with the Thorns. Capn told her that she would be fine and that it was Slow Todd that he was worried about not being able to keep up. Along the way, Phillip was asking what he has to do to gain a nickname as this was his second ride and felt somewhat left out. Capn replied that Phillip only needed to do or say something (anything) that you might regret and he will earn a nickname very quickly! Then Philip got real quiet and got back into the pace line. Once on Ron's Pull, the pace started cranking up as expected. The Yellow Jacket was the first to break out of the pace line and sprinted to the lead which drew the attention of #7, Moving Violation, Capn, and Immortal who jumped right on his single gear heels. After the Yellow Jacket ran out of gear (duhh), Immortal put the hammer down and shocked everyone with a huge surge of power and acceleration. Immortal had Capn pinned onto the right shoulder and very cleverly had him boxed in as the finish line quickly approached. At the last minute, Immortal (Joe) drifted toward the left and that was all Capn needed to squeeze past him on the right for a very very close finish. Even though Capn won, the group voted and demanded that the money be split based on Immortal's stellar performance.
GOG owes Capn and Immortal $50 each.
Cross 55, past the fire station and a left onto the road that is called Upchuck Hill. As usual, the Love Train blasted down the hill followed closely by Moving Violation and Capn who thanked him for the draft and then dropped the Love Train like an old and big rock. Then out of nowhere, Josh unleashed an assault up the mighty incline that could not be matched by anyone including Capn and Red Man. Josh easily won the climb today. Capn wants a blood test of Josh or will protest the results.
GOG owes Moving Violation $100 - pending a clean lab result with concurrence from the International Olympic Committee.
A right, then left, then right put the group down to the Strawberry Patch. Down 751 and finally a left onto some woman's chapel road. It was here that Slow Todd and his better half Christine decided to separate from the group and head home. Christine mentioned to Capn that Slow Todd could no longer hold onto the pace line and was embarrassed. Slow Todd's excuse was that he had to run and Christine had to check on the kids.
Everyone else got in a tight pace line as the much anticipated sprint to the lake was just a few miles down the road. The pace got quicker and quicker and #7 pulled the group down the hill at a sustained 28+mph with his massive calves busting at the seams - WOW. As the lake approached, Capn took the pull position and knew he was being set-up for a mighty sand bagging from the field. Capn clicked down to his biggest gear (53x12) and slowly climbed out of his saddle while looking back to see who would challenge. All of a sudden, the road filled up with a massive field sprint with Sand Bagger, Moving Violation, and Yellow Jacket all at full throttle bearing down quickly with Immortal, Red Man, Love Train, Kristy, Phillip, and Debbie hot on their heels. Leveraging his ride leader card, Capn quickly raised his hands and claimed victory even though it was clearly well before the finish line. This did not stop the mad group of sprinters who surged toward the real line and blew past Capn. The finish was too close to call from Capn's vantage point. A gentleman's tie was declared between Moving Violation and Yellow Jacket with Sand Bagger wishing he went a little sooner. Christy said that Capn was a premature ejection sprinter and a dirty racer.
GOG owes Moving Violation and Yellow Jacket $50 each.
At the lake (man is it LOW), the group made the decision to split up to accommodate those wanting more miles and those with major excuses for a shorter ride. The Love Train immediately turned around and blasted back on his own as he had to be back by 10. Yellow Jacket, James, and #7 took a right with plans to do Big Woods. The rest of the group agreed to limp back home. At that point, Josh told Capn to head on up the road as he was not feeling well but would catch up later. The group reluctantly rode on but then looked back to see Moving Violation leaning over the guard rail and hurling projectiles toward the lake - gross! Apparently, Josh pushed it a little too hard with the sprint to the lake or maybe never recovered from his earlier Olympic effort on UPCHUCK Hill. The group gave Josh his privacy and rode on up to the Strawberry Patch where they waited for him. Josh eventually showed up and was a little embarrassed - as he should be. Kristy appropriately branded him a new nickname - Barfie. There were other suggestions but they were not appropriate for printing in this blog. On the group rode toward the much anticipated County Line and associated cash prize. Everyone had written off Josh due to his recent "incident". As the line approached, the rest of the peloton started getting excited and started looking at each other for the first to make their move. Capn could not take it any longer and put the hammer down which got #7, Immortal, Sand Bagger, and YES Josh out of their saddles. In a side-by-side drag race, Barfie nipped Capn at the line by less than a wheel. This earned new respect from the peloton for Josh as they have never seen anyone go from hurling to a sprint victory so fast.
GOG owes Josh $100, some mouthwash, and a clean shirt.
A left and then right put the group heading through Nicole's Roller Coasters and toward the coffee shop. After turning onto Capn's Graveyard, the group saw an Older Gentleman (he was not glistening so it was not another GOG) pushing his bike near down the road. Phillip approached the guy and asked if he was OK. The old man (I would guess 75-80 or about GOG's age) said he picked up a nail in his rear tire and that he had no extra tube. Bob (the old man's name) said he pulled the nail out of the tire and then tried to re-inflate the tire with a CO2 cartridge - what was he thinking? Claim Jumper, Capn, and Phillip quickly went into bike shop repair mode and replaced his tube with one of Philip's extras. A quick shot of CO2 and Bob was back on the road and very thankful for the support. Everyone in the ride group chucked and wished that they could still ride a bike at that age. Bob was on a really nice bike with full lycra riding gear - how cool was that?
GOG owes Phillp $8 to replace his tube and $4 for a CO2 cartridge.
Everyone saddled up and rolled down Capn's Graveyard toward High House road. As expected, Capn assumed the "pull" position and steadily cranked up the pace - 19, 20, 22, 24, 26, 28+. The peloton stayed tight until the very end with Sand Bagger surging past Capn to be the first one to the end of the road. Since Sand Bagger did no pulling, Capn is suggesting that no payment should be made by GOG. When asked about his Sand Bagging riding style, Jeff (not #6, not with the broken collar bone, not downhill racer) got defensive and said most bike racers call this "strategy" and was offended by Capn's questioning. In summary, the definition of a Sand Bagger is a rider who stays in the draft line all day and takes no pulls. The Sand Bagger then attacks at the end of the day after everyone else who did all of the pulling is tired. Whatever.
The group ended up riding 35 miles at 18.4 mph - great ride, especially Debbie, Phillip, and Immortal!
Shortly afterwards, the other group that included #7, Yellow Jacket, and James came rolling into the parking lot. #7 reported that they rode 47 miles and had an awesome ride. Capn asked #7 if anything happened that was blog worthy? #7 quickly gave his account of the County Line. #7 said that he was determined to win the sprint (and needed the money for another woman's jersey) and did not want to give the other 2 guys a chance. He devised a plan to cranked up the pace early in hopes for a clean break-away with no sprint. Unfortunately, Yellow Jacket (on his single speed bike) was quick to respond and chased down #7 to a reported gentleman's tie to the line.
GOG owes #7 and Yellow Jacket $50 each.

Sunday Oct 4th

Those in attendance
Steve Cope – Capn Carbon
John Majikes – Story Teller
Jill Fitzgibbons
Patti Lewis – Patti Melt
Theresa Smit – Mother Theresa
Carrie Zelna – Mother Goose
Sarah Matejowsky
Karen Long – done with Tri Season and riding her old road bike
Jeff Giordano – Claim Jumper/Sand bagger
Tim Devinney – The Love Train
Kevin Smit – GOG
Frank Lewis
Josh Carter – Moving Violation
Brian Martin – also back from the CNC (Cycle North Carolina)


The Smits were there having just returned late the night before from their fun filled Bike ride across NC. This is an event that would be even more fun with the Thorns and Roses all participating. Imagine a week full of Banter and Biking.
GOG was riding his fixed gear and quickly designed a route that would be flat.
After all were ready to ride the group headed out onto the streets of Cary traveling as usual into the Preston neighborhood. GOG found himself at the front of the pace line and without a speedometer had no clue what the pace was. The pack was directed right at the Yellow Barn rather than the normal left. This continued to help keep the pack together and still had GOG at the front of the pace lines. The pace was strong and yet not so strong to drop anyone in the pack. The group continued along Lewis Stevens as it travels behind Green Hope and on towards RTP. On one occasion the group was forced to jump through a red light at 55 due to the in ability to trip the light sensor. The pack wound their way to highway 54 and had no issues with traffic on the cool sunny Sunday Morning. GOG still leading the group directed them left onto Hopson road and back towards Highway 55. They group crossed Highway 55 onto Alston Ave. It was at this point that the pack began to dissolve. Mother Theresa was still feeling the effects of 7 days of biking and was unable to sustain the pace as the pack headed into the hilly section of the days ride. The pack slowed as it closed in on O’Kelly to see if they could protect the rider that had fallen off the pace. This action did not produce the desired results as Mother Theresa was totally spent. She was being protected by Mother Goose and Story Teller as they elected to ride along side her and to provide chit chat to help her take her mind off the effort. The rest of the pack continued right onto O’Kelly and then a left onto Yates store. It was there that the pack splintered even more as folks now had an idea of how to get back home and where to jump in with CSH as it heads out of town on their standard Sunday ride.
“OK Capn you lead those that are with you to Upchuck and then straight to Cary Glenn” I will hang back and make sure everyone else who does not want to jump in with CSH get back to the finish.” GOG was heard as the group continued to divide.

GOG then circled at the corner of Yates Store and Carpenter Fire Station as one by one the various riders made their way towards UpChuck. In the distance he saw John (Story Teller) waving to GOG suggesting he should go on. John was signaling that all was OK and he had the group with him and would ensure all made it home safe. GOG continued to hold his pattern to see that all with John were accounted for. As he waited he recognized the move made by trailing groups ride leader. John was directing the small pack to make the left onto Carpenter Fire Station, avoiding UpChuck.
GOG was now the last one left of the Thorns to attack UpChuck solo. His fixed gear bike was prepared to race down the front of UpChuck spinning the peddles at such a high rate of rpms that it would bounce GOG on the seat. It was then up to GOG to maintain as high of rpm as possible if he was going to survive the steep climb on the other side.
GOG did not have the strength to carry the rpms into the bottom of the climb. Within the first few feet GOG was already realizing that he would be forced to stand and mash the peddles as best he could as he and the bike slowed to less than walking speeds.

Just after the top of UpChuck GOG hooked up with Jill. She was riding steady as they discussed the final stages planned for the days ride. “I realy need more miles today” Jill explained to GOG. “Well you could stay straight on Yates Store and turn right onto Green Level to the Strawberry patch, and then do any number of miles extra even from their” GOG went on to explain. “ That sounds good” answered Jill.
As these two riders were discussing this GOG recognized another member of the group who had fallen off the back of the thorns and who had missed the left turn towards Cary Glenn. It was Sara. She was at the dead end and was already making the turn to back track to the location where Jill and GOG were now waiving at her.
Jill and GOG made the left turn and headed towards Cary Glenn. GOG checked his mirror as they rolled on ahead of Sara and into the next curve. No Sara as in view as both Jill and GOG were now rolling into the Cary Glenn neighborhood and meeting up with Capn Carbon and the rest of the Thorns who were all waiting for the group to reassemble before attacking Nicole’s Roller Coaster. Jill said her good byes as she continued on her quest for extra miles. GOG still had no sighting of Sara who he felt should have been seen in the distance by this point. “Sara missed the last turn” he shouted to the group, and with that GOG made a U-Turn to race back in hopes of catching her and redirecting her towards the finish. GOG pushed hard all the way back to the top of UpChuck. No Sara. He then made the turn towards Mount Pisgah and rode down that road for a half mile and no Sara. CRAP. He then turned and headed back to the waiting pack.. Once pack to the group GOG rolled up to Mother Goose and asked if she had Sara’s cell phone number and if she would call her to determine were she was. The call was made and the group learned that Sara had indeed made the turn towards Mount Pisgah and was already closing in on High way 751. She was then given instructions on how to get to the strawberry patch and to expect to run into Jill who was riding towards her from the opposite direction. “Well done Capn you lost one of your riders” GOG poked at Capn Carbon. “ Your leadership skills are rusty from being gone so long and that is why you lost one of the riders” Capn poked right back at GOG.

As those two were bantering back and forth others in the group took on the leadership role. Mother Goose, The Love Train, and Claim Jumper all turned towards Green Level and the Strawberry patch to also ride towards the missing rider in an effort to help locate and then ride her into the finish.

GOG and Capn Carbon continued to trash each others leadership skills as they then led the remaining riders into Nicole’s Roller Coaster and towards Cary.

The CSH riders were intercepted at highway 55 with Capn Carbon, and Moving Violation pulling out of the Thorns to join this new group. Let it be known that both The Love Train, and Claim Jumper also joined in for extra miles after they had first rescued Sara and were bring her back toward Cary and the finish.

Now down to just 4 riders left Karen turned to GOG and asked.
“Do you think you can keep us all together these last few miles back to the finish”
GOG replied “I am clearly out of practice but will do my very best”.
All laughed as they knew even if GOG lost them they would know their way back to the finish from Capn’s Grave Yard were they currently found themselves.

The group was not a large one but splintered into many small pieces as the ride was in its last 10 miles. Clearly GOG is out of practice. Good thing there are others in the group to step in and take over the leadership role when it is recognized that GOG is not up for the challenge.

Thank You Love Train, Mother Goose, and Claim Jumper for your decisive and effective leadership on the last few miles of the days ride.

GOG has no clue how far or fast the group rode since he has not speedometer on his fixty.

Special note.
Jeff left after the ride to go for a swim
Jill finished her extra miles, loaded her bike on the back of her car and then went for a run.
GOG went home and sat on the couch.

Day 0 - 7 Ride across NC

Day 7 Kenansville to Surf City - 53 miles
Indoor camping proved to have the disadvantage of a continual flow of traffic to the restrooms all night long which GOG said it sounded like the paddles on a Mississippi steam boat! Whoosh, kawoosh! Never the less it provided a dry and warm place to get some well need rest. It was an early rise due to the lights being turned on for all at 6:30 am. The first piority for MT was coffee and a bite to eat. The only place in site was a Hardees, it would have to do. After knawing on some indiscribable biscuit and ingesting some caffine it was time to hunt down an unsuspecting draft line. With yesterdays success at taling a 19-20 mph peloton, GOG quickly spotted a target group. MT easily followed GOGs lead and coasted into the trailing position. This group was a bit inconsistant as the varied between 16 and 20 at very unpredictible times and was frustrating to follow but did get them to the first stop at the 15 mile point. A short break and the another persuit, this time the group was not willing / able to maintain any speed and soon broke up leaving GOG and MT on there own. They were cuising the flats into the finish at 19-20 mph. There was little but farmland and bouges to look at so the focus was on the speed and maintaining the 18mph avg for the day. Finally Surf City was in view and the only thing separating the riders from the finish was a drawbridge which halted all traffic both ways as ships passed. Once the gates lifted it was on in to the finish! First task was to prep the bikes for transfer back to Cary, then shower then food and beverage.


After eating chicken dinner that was part of the "end of ride party", it was off to a beach front bar for some beverages. It was 2 hours before the buses loaded for home so there was no rush and it was a nice view from the outdoor seating at the bar.


The ride was very enjoyable, challanging and a wonderful experience. GOG and MT look foward to next year and introducing others to the experience.

Tomorrow's ride with the sunday group will be 8 days in a row and also be wiegh in to see if anything was lost. MT guesses that she will have a gain. GOG may record a loss.

Attitude: 10
Calories consumed: Kevin - 3000 Theresa - 2500
Calories burned: Kevin - 4200 Theresa - 3500


Day 6 Dunn to Kenansville - 62 miles
After 12 hours of rest and sleep the legs stopped rebelling and felt like the had a bit of energy in them. Rosie's coffee was all that was needed before beginning todays trek to Kenansville. The roads were flat an meandered thru the farm land ready to harvest tobacco, cotton and beans. MT could bearly see GOGs back fender because of the sun low on the horizon and what ever chemical they sprayed on the crops, made her eyes burn and water as if she had been peeling an entire bag of onions in a smoke filled kitchen. She held on to the pace as GOG slowly escalated it to a respectible 16 -17 mph. GOG was anxious to pick up the pace since the route was so flat, so he hooked on to a passing draft line with MT in tow. Now it was easy to maintain a 18 - 20 mph pace. The first stop at the 12 mile mark had promised b-fast but only delivered the predictible granola bars and bananas. Oh well purhaps a good lunch will be the reward at the end of the days ride, MT was craving a Harrison's quality hamburger and fries.



MTs eyes had stopped watering so GOG eyed a target pace line in the distance and started to reel them in pushing close to 24 mph. MT stayed with him down one incline and part way up the next, then just when GOG was about to latch on to the tailend of the slipstream MT tried to pull out her hanky and lost it behind her on the road. She pulled over and then walked back to retrieve it. GOG reluctantly abandoned his persuit and made it known to MT how close he was was to the pack. It was clear that GOG was in the spirit of the race rather than the ride. He continued to express his disappointment as they continued into the next rest stop. Here the local church had hot dogs and baked goodies for whatever you wanted to contibute.





Now with a bit of fuel the two once again discarded their pride and scouted for a pace group so they could do a bit of wheel sucking. MT was looking to redeem herself from GOGs earlier disappointment so the animal returned as she fought to hold on to a group going about 19-20. This took them all the way into the last rest stop at Warsaw, which went all out with free homemade goodies and lemonade.





For the final 11 miles this winning strategy held true as GOG and MT found a poorly formed pace line and hopped on. It was apparent they needed some leaders to keep the 19mph pace going, so MT pulled up an incline and set the pace for a short burst with GOG releving her from the post once she declared her turn was up. She swung in behind him and they took those who could hang on the rest of the way into the finish.

The Duplin Co convention center opened it's doors to the campers. With rain looming GOG oppted to lock in a space inside the expo center. After a few brews and a shower it's off to dive into a seafood buffet. It's hard to believe tomorrow is the final day of biking.

Attitude: 9
Calories consumed: Kevin - 2400 Theresa - 2100
Calories burned: Kevin - 4600 Theresa - 3800

Day 5 Sanford to Dunn - 60 miles
There is just one thing to say about todays ride - pathetic! There were times when GOG and MT were giving everthing the had and looked down to see the odometer register 12 mph! There was little focus on scenery or observIng anything notable because every movement caused unfamilar pain and nothing else mattered but getting to Dunn! At the 8 mile mark MT spotted a cafe with plenty of bikes surrounding it, which meant A. The food was good, B. The service was slow. The cafe owners called in local help when the masses arrived and were planning to take a vacation from the one days proceeds. The food was good and the staff did a great job getting everyone served and on their way.







Once on the road the agony tore at GOG and MTs attitude, not much was said except the essential "car back" or "clear". At the first rest stop, Raven Rock park, they met up with "Crash Eddy" from the OMV wednesday riding group.











The roads from this stop were in desparate need of some recovery tax money and this intesified the riders pain. After 40 miles and a bit of Aleve relief the pace did pick up for brief spurts where the terrain flatten out a bit. Then at 50 miles GOG wanted the pain to end so he continued into Dunn while MT had to make a brief stop at the final rest stop so she could make it the remainging 10 miles to Dunn. GOG had just settled in the pampered zone when MT made her arrival. They both moved slowly and were in need of "fissy yellow beer" so they caught the early bird special at a local Mexican restaurant.











As they returned to camp at 5:30 they were ready to turn in and lick their wounds and hope for a bit of recovery sleep tonight.

Attitude: 6
Calories consumed: Kevin - 2800 Theresa - 2100
Calories burned: Kevin - 3725 Theresa - 3200


Day 4 Thomasville to Sanford - 98 miles
The intent today was for an early start, however MT was not leaving on empty tank. Not to mention the temp was causing the eyes to water and fingers to go numb. GOG was given explicite instuctions to find the first place with hot food. Within 1 mile he pulled in to a grill that was already serving to a number of cyclist.










This turned out to be the best b-fast all week and a great price performer. They could not finish the very large portions ( were is Cope when you need him). However it stole 1 hour off the days cycle clock. The riders were met by a bright sun whose warming rays were held at bay by the earlier movement of a strong cold frount. Now fully fueled it would be 22 miles to the first stop. The hills where relentless, GOG took count of no less than 12 Lystras, a handful of upchucks and several Nicole's rollercosters thrown in for good measure. The Richard Petty museum was host to the first stop.










At that stop GOG overheard another cyclist commenting "I thought I was doing terrible until I looked at my Garmin and it showd we were doing over 10% on some of the hills!" Not being Nascar enthusists they use the bathroom facilities and moved on. The next stop featured a homemade pasta bake off with each creator proadly laddling their secret reciepe. A single plate sampling 3 of the 5 choices was consumed by GOG and MT.










With bellys topped off, water bottles refilled the two rider thru their leggs over the bikes and roles back on the route. Mile 37 marked the early decision point for the 75 or the century route. GOG arrived before MT and looking back with a breif pause as MT clearly indicated there was no choice but to turn and fouced GOG to make the right to the 100 mile point of no return. There was a 4 mile repreve until the hills returned like a treadmill during a stress test. The hills were expected now as each creek crossing signalled the beginning of another climb. On top of that the head winds on more than one occasion blocked the riders momentum down hill forcing them to pedal to maintain foward progress. The one saving grace was that traffic was minimal and well behaved. The century riders were treated to free hot dogs at the pottery visitor center.










After that the rolling hills passed by numerous pottery artists shops but GOG denied MT any paroosing as the cycle clock was ticking. At mile 75 mile mark, the century riders rejoined the 75 mile riders at a Baptist church where else but on the top of a hill!














Here caffine in the form of Pepsi Max was consumed in hopes to spark some energy in the last 25 miles. As it turned out they needed it as the hills returned like a bad movie sequel. The ride organizers must have worked extra hard to route the riders up every hill within he city limits. GOG proclaimed a new name for Sanford - "community of hills" but the is the sand hills of NC, right? On in to the fairgrounds for some pampered zone time, showers and off to town for more fuel.

Attitude: 10
Calories consumed: Kevin - 3500 Theresa - 3400
Calories burned: Kevin - 7600 Theresa - 6400
Kevin drank 6 waterbottles during the ride!


Day 3 Statesville to Thomasville - 63 miles

GOG and MT got an early start today, as advised by the tour coordinators, to miss the morning traffic. As GOG ascended the first hill he realize he left his legs in the tent! MT left with only one cup of coffee and no b-fast! It was a long 12 miles to the first reststop where they were rewarded with full helpings of biscuits, eggs, sausage, ham, gravy, OJ and coffee served up by the local firestation. After digesting a bit, jackets came off and sunscreen was applied as the Carolina Blue skies becond the riders on this perfect day of biking. The route took the parade through a terrain of undulaing hills as if a stone had been thrown in the Peidmont pond generating repeating ripples across the countryside.
Farmhouses varied from well manicured large front yards to the eclectic assortment of rot iron lawn orniments and rusting car and farm machinery parts. One thing they all had in common were massive wrap around porches with a variety of seating including swings and the oblegatory white rocker. The riders return waves as they passed to deliver the morning's entertainment on what must have been a slow farming day. The days route passed through unknown towns of Cooleemee, crossing the Yadkin river and the final rest stop at a
tranquille lake named Thorn-A-Lex. The finish in Thomasville was at a sprawling Baptist Home for Children with plenty of vendors set up with BBQ, pizza and other refueling items. Tonight's enertainment is a movie on an outdoor screen attached to the baseball backstop... The popcorn has already begun to pop! Tomorrow will be either
75 or 100 miles thru the Uwharries.

Attitude: 8
Calories consumed: Kevin - 2800 Theresa - 2500
Calories burned: Kevin - 4700 Theresa - 3800

Day 2 Linoir to Statesville - 58 miles
The foothills of NC are appropriatly named as they will kick your butt. GOG and MT (Mother Theresa) begain to give new ratings to each of the acents and decents as they reminded them of Colorado ski slopes. They realized these inclines would not even register on a real Tour as 'cat 1' with real bicycle legions like Armstrong, Eno, Merckx, Hincapie, Cope and Carter. Instead the new GOG ratings are: black diamond, blue, green and bunny.
The legs where heavy and not prepared for the black diamond climb that started right out of the campsite. Their legs felt like they were being tenderized by ballpeen hammers. Todays ride unfolded with vista after vista greating the parade of cyclist. The sun was greated with the moning calls from the farm rosters, as it slowly warmed the hillsides. The breathtaking vistas at each crest becond a picture, but Theresa was barely making 5 MPH up these black runs while GOG circled at the top. Then the reward, a black diamond decent down the canoped road as the sunshine spoted the curved route to a fertile valley that hosted tree nurseries. After 12 miles of black runs the first rest stop at the top of a hill at a Baptist church which had promised sausage biscuits for breakfast, it was the only thing motivating MT thru the slopes as she and GOG started with an empty tank. After searching for any sign of said biscuits, MT was informed there were none, however there was a Bojangles 5 miles down the route. That was the new goal as nothing but a biscuit would satisfy MT. Now fueled MT kicked in to power gears and had the GOG maxed out spinning at 16 mph. Team Arrogant Bastard gogt lots of coments as they were passed or swept by other bikers. They were even the favorite jersey of the day of the lady at Bojangles. The black diamond gave way to blue squares as they hit the second rest stop, another Baptist church that laid like a fortress at the top of a hill. GOG knawed on a PBJ while MT waited in line for the portapotty. Contiuing on the tour de Baptist, the break between the slopes allowed for cruising speeds of up to 24 Mph now that the route transitioned into the bunny runs. Last rest stop was at a Food Lion (a Baptist church was surely close by). MT lived up to her MS150 title of 'the beast' as a tailwind gave assistance up the final blue and bunny slopes. The finish was pridicably at a Batist Church with the tents pitched next to a grave yard. With pillows on the tomestones should be dead quiet tonight!
















Although as this is being composed thunder and some nasty clouds are luming! Wrote too quick ... the rain has begun. Thank goodness for the pampered zone! When this let's up it will be time to head to town for food and beverages.

Attitude: 10
Calories consumed:Kevin - 2800, Theresa - 2100
Calories burned: Kevin - 3800, Theresa - 3100

Day 1 Blowing rock to Linoir - 61 miles
Theresa slept well thanks to a well pumped air matress , tylenol PM and the latest novel by Dan Brown. Kevin however was serinaded by what sounded like the mating call of 100's of bullfrogs throughout the night and managed to finally get to sleep around 2am. Nothing that a little caffeine couldn't fix! When we ventured out to load our bags the wind was blowing from the west (good). We shared a banana and got going about 8am.
We climbed up past Bass Lake (one of the bestplaces to walk or run in the area) and turned on to the Blue Ridge Parkway. Nicole will be pleased to know that the color has just started to turn and the mountains were spotted with patches of reds, yellow and oranges.





















We climbed up and up for several miles to the Linn Cove Viaduct where we looked down at the whispy clouds that give the Smoky Mtns there name.
Past Grandfather Mtn then down a 2 mile decent to the first reststop. After the stop it was back to a climb then turning on 181 where there was a promise of an exhilerating 11 mile down hill to the next rest stop.























Kevin clocked 43 mph and Theresa did 41 max speed!
The down hill was almost as much tiring as the up because you are so nervous and constantly pumping your brakes. A quick PBJ sandwich at the stop and a shared soda refueled us for the next 10 miles. What goes down must go up. Hill after hill, signs on the road warned you of the next snaking stretch, and you just knew it was up, followed by a quick down, then do it all over again. Quit your whining! Theresa was in need of the next rest stop (no doubt). It was here we hooked up with Bob Lowery (scouting parent). We headed out together but at the first big climb he was
Walking? As Theresa passed he asked "you got a pump?". Theresa did and lent it to him and discussed the art of using CO2 cartriges. Alas Kevin came back and provided his expertise to Bob's releif. Back on the road and we cuised on into Linoir (of course the town is on a hill).
Thanks to Bubba the now dry tent was waiting and there were cold drinks and snacks in the "pampered zone".























Showers were in the Rubber Ducky trucks, and next to write this blog and plan the journey to the beer tent and festivities in town!

Attitude: 10
Calories consumed:Kevin - 2800, Theresa - 1700
Calories burned: Kevin - 4200, Theresa - 3500

Day 0
No biking today. Good thing cause it's supose to rain all day.
























Two buses left CSH @ 9 AM with 60 anxious biker each. Bikes were loaded ever so carefully with ample padding on all sides. 3 additional trucks carried the bikes and gear.
Arrived in Blowing Rock @ 1:30 in mixed rain. Kevin was in focus-mode until we and the bikes were settled in to the optimum spot, just as on a dive boat you want to be away from the deisel exhaust and out of the sun. Here you wanted a dry space on the crowded gymnasium floor, away from the in coming trail yet close to facilities that may be needed during the night. Next check in with Bubba's Pampered Peddlers and access the outdoor preset tent accomodations. The tent was a life raft that had spring a leak and no amount of bailing would help with the forcast for even more downpores.


























Indoor camping was a wise choice! So far... rumor has it that altracations Attitude: 10
Calories consumed:Kevin - 2800, Theresa - 2100
Calories burned: Kevin - 3800, Theresa - 3100 in the night!


























Next to forage to find the bike truck and reassemble the bikes. Meanwhile, Theresa is getting VERY hungry... B-hungry which is somthing no one wants to see. She buys a banana and some peanutbutter and oatmeal cookies from the school PTA booth to bridge the gap. Finally by 3:30 we are settled and ready to head to the closest pub for beverage and some food!


























The food was awesome and Theresa scored a new reciepe for Buffalo Chicken soup!
The rain is still coming down off and on but should clear up by early morning in time for a dry start to the ride to Linoir tomorrow. We are on vacation!

We are keeping track of calories consumed and burned on this trip in hopes of reducing the omementum to hopefully improve our momentum!

Theresa's consumption is at her max for the day of 1500 cal with no significant burn. Kevin reports the same. I'm sure he forgot something! With 3500 cal = 1 lb we need a significant deficit every day to see any loss. If Biggest Looser can do it so can we.

Saturday September 26th (Patti Power) and Sunday the 27th

There are 2 write-ups of the day's rides - One from Dwight and one from Capn. You better get a big cup of coffee to read both of these!

Dwight's awesome perspective is posted on his blog site: http://go-moot-go.blogspot.com/


Capn's perspective is as follows:

When Capn arrived at the Caribou coffee shop at 7:30 for his morning nitro hit, there was Kelvin and Theresa which was an unexpected surprise. Jeff (Claim Jumper) was also there grabbing a quick bite and some needed rocket fuel. The mighty GOG and Mother Teresa paid a quick visit on their way up to CSH to join a large group participating in the Ride Across North Carolina. They were clearly very excited and could not wait to start their big adventure! After some brief meaningless chit/chat and a few hugs, the GOG and Mother Teresa said their final goodbyes and took off.

The parking lot was VERY thin today as most of the ride group must have looked at the weather forecast and BELIEVED it! The hard core group that came to play included: Nicole and her Mom Patti Melt, James (in full NC State red), Love Train, Jeff (not #6, not with the broken collar bone, not downhill racer, but AKA Claim Jumper and Sand Bagger), Paul Estes (first time rider who met us on the road a few weeks ago), Kim (back from a 10 day vacation in the Caribbean), Dwight, Andre (Dwight's friend visiting from Plano TX and now God Father to Dwight's kid), and Steve (Capn). Nicole rolled into the parking lot driving her family mini-van and Capn yelled out that she looked like a cute "soccer mom" which made Nicole blush. The weather was overcast, cool, and a little shaky looking but the group was determined to press on as there were no wimps present.

The Thorns (no Roses or Stems today!) rolled through Preston with the ever present banter breaking the silence of the sleepy neighborhoods. Early on, the group could see that Patty Melt had a determined look on her face and that she was all business today. She even had her daughter drive her to the coffee shop to conserve energy for the ride - nice! Capn pulled up next to Paul (new guy) and began explaining what was about to happen to him. Capn said that there is a stretch coming up called "Ron's Pull" and that whenever Ron is in the group, respect must be given and nobody can put their wheels ahead of his until at least the half-way point. Ron was a no-show so this was a non issue. Capn told Paul that he should feel free to attack at any time on the day's ride but to look over his shoulder as there would surely be others nipping at his heels. Capn went on to say there are all kinds of crazy rules, nicknames, and strategies that will unfold but most important was rule #6 - Never take yourself too seriously! Paul had never ridden with such a dysfunctional bike group but remained positive that he would enjoy the day. Kim was all full of stories from her vacation down in paradise and her first place 5K run against the island natives. The peloton rolled onto Ron's pull and as expected, the pace started escalating. Capn reminded everyone that there was $100 on the line at the end of the road where the pavement changes color. The pace continued ratcheting up but there were no early attacks. Then Dwight surged (likely trying to show-off for his friend Andre) which stirred up a response from Claim Jumper, Capn, and the Love Train. Back and forth the chase went until finally Dwight exploded from leaving too early and yielded and easy win for Capn.

GOG owes Capn $100.

At the end of the road, there was no need to wait long for a regroup as the entire pack of wolves were all together with Patty Melt driving the pace - WOW. This was such a relief for Capn as he typically has to wait forever for the GOG to catch-up at this point. A quick right, then left, cross 55, past the fire station and on toward Up Chuck hill. The peloton was once again reminded that there was $100 available at the top of Up Chuck which got Claim Jumper a bit excited. James and Claim Jumper attacked the downhill with Capn hot on their heels looking for some more cash. Everyone slowed to a crawl as the percent incline started heading up and lungs started burning. Capn and Claim Jumper finished together at the top in a friendly tie so GOG owes each $50. At the top, Capn did not go right but rather continued straight which caught everyone off-guard. As the group rolled on, Capn was yapping and totally missed the left turn that was necessary to head toward Cary Glenn. The group saw the dead-end ahead and grumbled at Capn for his poor ability to provide directions. A quick U-turn and then a right put the peloton back on track. Another right turn had the group heading right for the County Line and the much anticipated sprint for glory and another $100. Nicole and James jumped out into the lead and were hammering hard with everyone else scrambling to close the gap. Then out of nowhere, Jim Palistrant (Powered by Java and who did not start with the group) blew past the entire Thorns group with barely a hello. This greatly angered Capn who sprinted wide open to chase Java Man down and give him some well deserved lip! Jim and Capn snipped at each other as they approached the County Line when the Love Train came steaming past at a high rate of speed in the full aero position. Capn clicked down a few gears and gave it his best to catch the Love Train. Not possible as the Love Train won the sprint by the closest of margins.

GOG owes Love Train $100.

Down the road, past the strawberry patch, a quick right and then left onto some woman's chapel road. Once again, the group was reminded of the $100 available to the first person to the lake. This got the new guy Paul excited but not as much as James who apparently really wanted the cash. A major pace line formed after James who bolted to the front and the speeds started climbing to 25+ mph. You could see Patty Melt clinch her teeth as she pushed herself harder and harder in an attempt to beat her daughter and everyone else in the group. As the group got closer to the lake, James jumped out of his saddle and attempted to go for the glory. This got Capn motivated to drop the hammer which then drew the attention of Claim Jumper. Shortly after passing James, Capn looked over his shoulder and saw Claim Jumper in the big gear and hammering toward the finish line. No way anyone (not even Patti Melt) was going to catch the mighty Sand Bagger today.

GOG owes Jeff (not #6, not with the broken collar bone, not downhill racer) $100.

To Capn and Jeff's surprise, the entire group was right behind them and was in contention for the finishing sprint. No need to wait for the group to re-collect as they were all there! Nice job Nicole, Patty Melt, Kim and everyone else. This would have never happened if the mighty GOG were there as he is very slow and drags the group down. A right onto Farrington and up to the Lystra gas station for a well deserved break. In the parking lot, Capn disclosed his plans for the rest of the ride. He order the group to head toward Big Woods, then across the lake, and finally back to Cary. Then Dwight and others started talking to Andre (new guy from out of town) about big bad Cul-de-Lystra. To everyone's surprise, Patti Melt suggested the group head up Lystra and to skip Big Woods. The Love Train said no way as he hated that hill and others agreed. Patti Melt would not back down and insisted on the challenge! Capn had no choice but to agree and so directed the group to take the hill! Patti Power‼‼ While approaching the major hill, Capn suggested taking the spur off to the left which is at the false flat area half way up the climb. The spur has a short but major league steep climb that takes you to the top of the world. Only Claim Jumper and Nicole joined Capn as they eagerly took on the mighty spur. Everyone else climbed Lystra and then continued on to the 15/501 intersection to wait for the spur climbers. Andre easily climbed the locally famous Lystra and even did it on a vintage steel framed bike that Dwight has lent him. Nice job! Capn was not sure who won the climb up Lystra so the winner must report back so that the GOG can pay them the well deserved $100. The group re-formed on 15/501 and motored on toward Jack Bennett for the fun downhill. As expected, the Love Train could not be stopped as he coasted down the hill at well over 40 mph. Capn could hardly keep up with him by peddling in his biggest gear! Also, as expected, Sand Bagger (AKA Claim Jumper) was right there drafting behind the Love Train and coasted to a silver medal finish to the bottom. A right on Lystra took the peloton back to the gas station again and it was on this stretch that Claim Jumper and the new guy Paul broke away from the pack and easily won the race back to Farrington.

GOG owes $50 to both Claim Jumper and Paul.

hDown the hill, over the lake, and a left onto that woman's chapel road. Once again, a very fast pace line formed as the group cruised up the woman's chapel road. Near the top, Dwight's friend Andre hit the wall and had to back down. It was at this point that Capn yelled at Dwight for not giving his guest Andre the lightweight carbon bike that he was riding and instead gave him his old steel boat anchor for the day's ride. Dwight just brushed this comment off and said that Andre would be fine. Andre recovered nicely and the group set their sights on the prized County Line. As they approached the line, you could feel the excitement building and Capn began looking around to see who would make their move - Claim Jumper, Love Train, new guy Paul, maybe James who needed the money, or likely Patty Melt who was riding exceptional all day. Then it happened…. The Love Train pulled to the front just ahead of Capn and backed the pace down. Nicole pulled up just outside of Capn and pinned him in. Claim Jumper got right behind Capn and completed the trap. Capn was fenced‼‼! You could hear the laughter in the group and Capn then realized that he had been snookered. As the line got closer and closer, the new guy Paul and Claim Jumper could not take it any longer and bolted ahead for what they thought would be easy money. The well orchestrated trap began to fall apart and Capn broke loose. He sprinted hard and caught the imploding Paul (who left too soon) and JUST about caught Claim Jumper who ended up winning the $100 prize by less than a bike length.

GOG owes Claim Jumper $100 who better split these proceeds with the group!

Everyone laughed and laughed with their well executed plot, except Capn who was pissed: - ) A left followed by a right took the group through Nicole's Roller Coasters and then back toward 55. The final challenge was Capn's Graveyard which is same road as Ron's Pull but the opposite direction. Sand Bagger, the Love Train, and PATTI Melt broke away early and surprised the rest of the group. Nicole and James were sitting back in amazement at how well Patti rode for the day and were commenting to Capn about how far they have broken away. Capn woke up and realized that he was just about to get dropped on his own stretch of the road. Capn jumped out of the saddle and closed the gap. He finally got behind PATTI in the perfume draft position. Patti was right behind Claim Jumper and the Love Train who were wide open at this point. Just after passing the high school, Capn surged past the stubborn group and took the pace up to 28+ mph. In the end, Capn could not shake Claim Jumper who rode exceptionally strong even though he is a huge sand bagger and drafts all day looking for late day prizes. Not far behind was the Love Train and Patti POWER who totally dropped everyone else in the Thorns group including her Triathelete daughter Nicole and James. I am sure there was a lot of trash talking at the dinner table that night! Very fun ride and awesome weather despite the grim forecast. Exceptional job by everyone, especially Patti Melt. Kim was exhausted as she has not been on the bike for several weeks and was just glad to finish with the Thorns. Paul was strong but was still trying to figure out what was going on with this crazy ride group.

47 miles at 18.6 mph - Nice!


Sunday September 27th (No Ride – What, You Gotta Be Kidding Me?)

Capn arrived at the Bruggers at 7:30 sharp to only see Jeff (Claim Jumper, AKA Sand Bagger) arrive for some quick Joe. The weather was not good with some light rain but the forecast was for clearing skies. Everyone else bailed and slept in. Jeff decided he would rather swim and bolted to Life Time Fitness to do his swim thing. This left Capn thinking even less of Claim Jumper than before. Capn was left all alone and decided drink a second cup of coffee and then head up to join the CSH ride. Capn knew they were animals and would ride in any weather. He was right and a decent sized group was there ready to take on the wet roads. The weather eventually cleared Capn had a fun 35 mile ride with the CSH folks.



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