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Casa Grande 200k Brevet

2012-01-22T09:17:00.002-07:00

Ride Report January 7, 2012
Steve Atkins

"Hey Mike, you think you might want to ride a brevet with me this year?"

"Sure!"

And so it starts...

After last years Paris-Brest-Paris I promised Debby I would take it easy this year and ease back on the brevet riding. Well, I was unable to resist the siren's call of distance riding, and a few 200k's here and there shouldn't be a problem. So one weekend after our journey to Reavis Ranch, we were loading up the Suburban and heading down to Casa Grande and the Round Trip Bike Shop for the first brevet of the season!
The start time was set at 0730 am so we were up, fully coffee'd, and out of the house by 0615. With Mike behind the wheel we made great time and arrived in Casa Grande just before 0700. We stopped at the Walmart for a natural break and headed over to the Round Trip Bike Shop to check in and get ready for the ride.
Most of the usual suspects were there and it was great seeing the AZ brevet crowd. Most asked Mike, "How did you let your Dad talk you into this?" Susan checked us in and we exchanged the requisite paperwork and we returned to the Suburban to get our gear together.


Its been colder, today was in the low 40's!

Rolling out of the Start

All smiles at the start

Susan gave us the pre-ride briefing and noted that since most of us knew the route so well, she didn't need to provide the Brevetmobile lead out. We pedaled through town for the first few miles at a nice civilized warm up pace as we exchanged Happy New Year Greetings. As we neared Casa Grande High School the pace picked up a little and soon a group formed at the front with a dozen or so riders and the pace picked up dramatically.
Everyone was sharing the work and while a few fell away on the 'big' climb of the day most of the group arrived at the first check point at 0858. We had to wait a minute or two for the gate to open (it does automatically at 0900), but soon we were in the monument check point. I told Mike to be ready for a quick reload of bottles because this group will not be in the checkpoint very long. I rolled in, we reloaded our bottles and I took our cards into office to get stamped and when I walked out, only Joey was there, and he was mounted and rolling out to chase down the group. That was one fast control, we were at less that 5 minutes at that point and the group was gone! We were in no mood to try and chase them down so we rolled out as a two man team as several riders arrived at the checkpoint.
The breeze was favorable heading toward the Community College and we were holding a great pace. Just before we rolled back into the Bike Shop we saw Susan heading out along the route meaning the lead group was already gone. We wouldn't see them again until they were heading back on Indian 15!
While we were checking in, at 1024, a group of three including Dave Jordan rolled in and we agreed to head out together. The wind really seemed to be building from the Southeast so it was good to have a few more horses to share the work into the wind!

Dave Jordan taking his pull

Michael still having fun!

Mike taking a pull!

By the time we reached the reservation our group had dwindled to three, but the wind was now a quartering tailwind and we made great time on Indian 15, rolling through the Border Patrol Checkpoint and reaching the lunch break at 1230!

At the lunch break in our new Kit!

Susan Plonsky - RBA and today's Trail Boss

The source of World Famous Brevet Lunches!

Dick Wiss was heading out just as we arrived. Susan had kindly made up a low protein vegetarian wrap for Michael and we enjoyed a light snack. Dave Jordan was hoping to beat his time from several years ago (he did) and decided take his lunch 'to go' and headed out.
We visited with Susan a bit longer and noting that a favorable tail wind had developed, we saddled up and headed back. The nice part of an out and back route is that you get to greet and see the other riders. Some smiling, some not! We decided NOT to practice our Spanish at the Border Patrol Checkpoint and we were waved right through.
As is typical with this brevet, the tailwind fades away as you approach Casa Grande, and the last 9 miles miles is generally into the wind. Today was no exception with a relatively strong headwind to top off Mike's first brevet experience.

At the finish, a great day on the bikes!

We rolled into the Bike Shop and checked in at 1436 (7 hours 6 minutes) a great time for Mike's first brevet. Dick Wiss and Dave Jordan were packing up so we said our goodbyes, loaded the Suburban, grabbed some fries and Cokes at the McDonald's across the street, and were back on the road and home before 1600!

Deb asked Mike; "So how was it?"

"Well, not so much fun riding back the last 40 miles or so, but great now that its over!"

Deb says to me; "You've ruined another one!"

Reavis Ranch New Year

2012-01-21T22:24:00.002-07:00

Hike Report
New Years Hike
December 31 - January 2, 2012

Michael at the Trail Head

It has been a couple of years since we assembled the group for our Traditional New Year's hike. Joe Tansill and I started the tradition by rounding up the boys and heading into the Wilderness for a 2-3 night backpacking trip over New Years Weekend. We think this was our 6th outing. We started the tradition with a trip to Angel Basin in the Superstition Wilderness east of Phoenix in 2004. We returned there in 2006 and took two trips the Sycamore Creek (2005 and 2009) area of the Tonto National Forest north of town, and a trip to the Indian Paint (2007) area north of Canyon Lake, also in the Superstitions.

This year we settled on a 3 day/ 2 night expedition and selected the Reavis Ranch area of the Superstition Wilderness. Joe and I have both been to the area on previous trips over the years. We selected the northern approach from the Reavis trail head near Apache Lake. Its a well marked 9.5 march to the Reavis Ranch area. We planned to hike and set camp on Day 1, hike to the Circlestone ruins on Day 2, and hike out on Day 3.

This year's participants included a newcomer, Daniel's roommate David. Mark Atkins and Jacob Tansill had better offers for the weekend and missed our trip. Our 7 man team fit nicely in Deb's Urban Assault Vehicle.

Goin' in photo!

31 December 2011
Michael and I were up early brewing coffee and packing the last minute items in the truck. Deb bid us farewell and Michael drove us to the Tansill's to pick of the balance of the expedition (Joe, David, Daniel, Jonathan, and Patrick). Luckily Joe's coffee brewer was up and running and we reloaded our cups while we packed all the Tansill gear into the truck and headed out on US 60 toward the Apache Trail. We followed AZ 88 past Canyon Lake, down Fish Creek Hill, and found the well-marked turnoff to the Reavis trail head just past the ADOT maintenance yard (if you get the the Apahe Lake Marina, you have gone too far!

Perfect day for a hike!

Surprisingly, we regained cell service at the trail head (we think there must be a cell tower near the Apache Lake Marina!). We posted a few pictures, hoisted our packs, took the obligatory goin' in photo, and were on the trail by 0950!

The boys set a solid pace and we covered nearly two miles in the first hour before before we stopped to slather on some sunscreen and peel off a few layers of clothing!

Old fence line on one the saddles north of Castle Dome

The trail is very easy to follow. It is the remnants of the road/wagon trail to Reavis Ranch before the area was designated a wilderness area and motor traffic was prohibited! A few miles from the trail head, the grade becomes a very steady and tilts up toward the Castle Dome formation. The trail enters a wide valley and it is very easy to see the trail for miles winding toward Castle Dome!

By now our little team had stretched out along the trail. With Joe and I bringing up the rear; we reached the north saddle of the Dome at about noon. The rest of the team was motoring up the trail, as we came around the bend. Luckily (they had the lunch bag) they waited for us about 500 meters from the south saddle. We agreed to take lunch at a spot called Windy Pass on the map (about three quarters of a mile up the trail). Again they motored up the trail and were soon out of sight.


Joe powers up toward Castle Dome

Grassy slopes below Castle Dome

Heading toward Windy Pass after lunch

The lead element of our team stopped at the south saddle, just before Windy Pass. It was a great spot for lunch, so we stopped right there.
We feasted on sardines, cheese, salami, flat bread, honey and peanut butter smorgasbord style for lunch. Joe broke out some targets and soon they were filled with holes from Joe's historic .22 target pistol and Mike's 9 mm handgun!

After our leisurely lunch and shooting break, we were back on the trail. From here the trail heads mostly downward toward Reavis Creek and our day's destination; Reavis Ranch.

Flow Springs and Frog Tanks Areas from Windy Pass

As we wound down the trail toward Windy Pass, we could see the Frog Springs area in the distance. On one of our previous Angel Basin hikes, we had to hike all the way to Frog Tanks to get water! Windy Pass was in fact very windy and not very conducive to a proper lunch break!

Soon the trail dropped into the Reavis Creek drainage and we could hear the water running in the creek. There are several springs in the area that feed this creek, a very reliable water source, in a very unexpectedly lush and flat valley.

After nine and a half miles of hiking, we were all ready to find a good spot to set up our camp. There were lots of fire rings and places to camp in the lower valley. But we pressed on and soon the trail continued through a nice grassy park. We left the trail and headed toward the creek and found a very grassy flat spot under the trees near the creek with a fire ring and some sittin' logs. This was the spot.

The team dropped packs and started setting up the camp area. By the time we were set up, the sun dropped behind the ridge and the temperature started dropping dramatically. Mike and I started preparing dinner as Team Tansill started gathering firewood. We prepared Chicken Quesadillas, enjoyed a nice salad, a great campfire, and awesome fellowship. Even though it was before 10 pm; we were all in the sack well before midnight on New Years Eve!

1 January 2012

All thumbs up for pancakes!

Mike and I rolled out of the tent early New Years Day. Since today's objective was a day hike to the Circlestone Ruins, we could afford a nice leisurely breakfast of coffee and pancakes. So with Michael firmly at the wheel of the FryBake pan, we cooked pancakes until we used up the whole box of Crustez mix and everyone had their fill. We had a few extra, so we put them in the lunch bag and set off for the ruins a little after 1000.

Front steps of the Reavis Ranch Cabin

About a half-mile up the main trail we arrived at the ruins of the Reavis Ranch Cabin. All that stands there now is the foundation and the front steps. The rest of the cabin was destroyed in a fire in 1999 (The first time I hiked to the Reavis Ranch many years ago the cabin was still there!). After we checked out the cabin area we dropped into the creek bed to pump some water for our day packs. Soon we found the Fireline trail and were climbing out of the Reavis Valley toward Mound Mountain.

Snow patch along the Fireline Trail

The Circlestone ruins sit on a minor peak a few hundred feet below Mound Mountain at 6000 feet. The trail continues up from the ranch area to a saddle above the valley. There were several snow patches on the saddle and a few snowballs were tossed about.

We continued along the trail as it began to drop down into the next valley. About a half-mile from the saddle a rock carin marks a side trail that heads UP to the Circlestone ruins. The ruins are a ancient ceremonial site. The walls (some are still standing) form a circle on the sub peak. Inside the circle are some smaller rooms. Some astronomical studies have indicated that a number of the doors and openings of the ruins align with the celestial motions. We thought is was a cool spot for lunch. From the ruins we could make out the mountains and skyscrapers in the Scottsdale and Phoenix areas.

No human would stack rocks like this!

Enjoying lunch in the ruins.

We posed for a group photo and headed back down toward the ranch and our camp. Back at camp we started the process of gathering firewood, pumping water, preparing dinner, and having enjoying a hot drink or two.

With plenty of daylight, we had plenty of time to prepare two versions of Steve's Chicken (regular and PKU) and spend time around the campfire. The weather was a little warmer and we spent more time around the fire toasting marshmallows and relaxing.

Old farm equipment at the ranch

2 January 2012

Mike firing up the bagel melts

We planned to head out early to get home in time to take our respective brides out to dinner. So that meant getting up before dawn and starting breakfast. Mike and I fired up the coffee pot, packed our bags and tent, and fired up the FryBake. The best way to entice a sleepy camper out of their cosy cot is to have piping hot bagel melts and coffee ready to go.

Heading out

Soon we were packed and heading up the trail toward Castle Dome. We planned to have lunch and more shooting practice at our Day 1 lunch spot, but the wind too strong. We decided to continue to the saddle on the north side of Castle Dome. It was protected from the wind and offered great views and a perfect spot for a 'road kill' (anything left to eat) lunch and more target practice!

The sardine cans did not stand a chance against out team of marksmen!

It was almost all downhill back to the trailhead and we made great time. We loaded the truck and with Michael behind the wheel we were soon heading back up Fish Creek Hill. There was quite a bit of traffic since it was the New Years Day holiday. We decided to stop at Tortilla Flats for a cold adult beverage. The place was hopping with motorcyclists and tourists. The restaurant had a wait so we decided to have a few beers and sodas on the patio. We were able to get our drinks right away and find a table. A 4 piece country band provided great entertainment. When the band finished their set we decided to call it a trip and head back to the valley.

Tortilla Flats

Where to next year?

A few more pictures here.

Heart of Arizona 200k Brevet

2011-11-06T11:33:00.002-07:00

Ride Report November 5, 2011
Steve Atkins

As usual for an Arizona Brevet, a cold front moved through the area a few days before bringing wind, dust, rain, and a temperature drop of about 20 degrees!

This was my first ride of the Heart of Arizona 200k Brevet hosted by the Arizona Bullshifters Cycling club. This event has two options; the Heart of Arizona Century and 200k Brevet. There were about 50 Century riders and 10 Brevet riders.

The basic route is a heart-shaped loop that starts in Congress AZ joins the US93 Joshua Tree Parkway and heads north past the Santa Maria River. The route joins SR96 toward Bagdad then heads east to Kirkland and Wiloit. Finally heading southwest back to Congress via Yarnell.

US 93 heading toward the Santa Maria River

I left the house at 5 am for the drive the Congress (just north of Wickenburg) and arrived at the Sierra Vista Motel and checked in with the Bullshifters. Traditionally included with the entry fee is some 'cool swag.' This year's swag was a Jersey Bin with a custom Bullshifters logo. Very cool.

The Brevet riders start at 7:30 and with a relatively informal start (announcer says: "OK brevet riders, its 7:30 you can start!"). I head down the road, I barely clipped in my pedals when one of the zip ties that holds the speed sensor for my bike computer snapped and the sensor proceeded to get tangled in the front spokes. I pulled off and was very happy I packed my brevet repair kit that includes among many other things, three spare zip ties! So ten minutes later with a secure speed sensor, I was on the road with several brevet riders off in the distance.

I decided to settle into a brisk tempo pace and by the time I reached US 93 I had caught and passed all the brevet riders that did not have mechanical problems in the first 100 meters!

The temperatures were quite cool and the road surface was very wet. As the morning went on, however the clouds cleared and sun dried out the road and warmed the riders. The route is along the Joshua Tree Parkway. Here is a little video:

I reached the first SAG stop just across the Santa Maria River and was welcomed with loud cheers by the Bullshifter volunteers. They had plenty of food and supplies, but all I needed was some water and a Coke to mix up some Sustained Energy and I was out of there. Jim and Robin Pettit, who provided great SAG support on last years Route 66 300k Brevet were there and again providing great support.

SAG stop #2

I was under a little time pressure for this ride. I needed to be back home for the State Marching Band Preliminary competition in time for the Corona del Sol HS warm-up and performance at 7 pm. So while I would have liked to stay and visit, I made all my SAG stops very quick bottle reloads. I was out of the stop in less than 5 minutes and back on the road.

The route heads east on SR97 to the next SAG at the junction with SR96. Here the Brevet route heads UP 4.5 miles to Bagdad. I reached the junction skipping the SAG and turned left to Bagdad and rode into the mining town and checked in at a convenience store and headed down for a very cold descent back to the SAG. Nearing the SAG I waved at the other brevet riders heading up to Bagdad and stopped at the SAG. Now quite busy with a bunch of the century riders.

Hillside descent with snow capped peaks

The route continues east and up to the top of the 'Hillside' climb. With 70 miles in, this was a great place for a SAG. Dick Wiss was there, he pre-rode the course the week before with Mike Sturgill.

On the descent, Sugarloaf Mountain came into view. It was covered with a fresh dusting of snow from the storm that passed through on Friday. The views were great, and the sun was out, but the temperature did not really warm up. Even with wool socks, I don't think I felt my toes much during this ride. Of course as the day wore on the winds continued to build out of the southwest.

A little snow still on the ground in Wilhoit!

The next SAG is 4 miles past Kirkland junction, just before the brevet route turns left for the 6 mile climb to Wilhoit. I stopped for a moment at the SAG but decided I would reload my bottles at the General Store in Wilhoit. It is a deceptive climb to this little village. Even with a strong tailwind I was really working to maintain a good pace. This section of road reminded me of the high plains near Sonoita Arizona. Since the whole landscape is tilted up, you can't really perceive the incline, other than the amount of work it takes to head up.

I reached the store at 14:05, bought a water bottle and a Coke to reload my bottles and headed back to the road. This descent was probably the coldest of the day. Of course it magnified by the sweat produced climbing into town! Even with the headwind, I reached 30 miles per hour on the descent back to the main route, quite a testament to the grade heading to Wilhoit!

Your faithful correspondent, leaving Wilhoit

I rejoined the main road to Yarnell and saw a few riders on the Century route along the way. The route continues about 12 miles up to Yarnell passing through Peeples Valley. With the wind and the climb I thought I would never get to Yarnell. But soon I was on the 6% downhill grade toward Congress. Normally on a grade like this I would easily descend at 45+ mph!. Today, with the buffeting headwinds, I think my maximum speed was 32! At the base of the hill, its a nice 3 mile ride to Congress. I rolled in at 3:55 and Jim Pettit was the RUSA official that signed me in and collected my proof of passage (receipts from the stores at Bagdad and Wilhoit). I turned in my brevet card and packed the bike away in the Mini.

Did I mention the awesome SAG support the Bullshifters provide on this ride? All the SAG stops were staffed with very gracious volunteers and had plenty of snacks and drinks (although SAG #2 did not have Coke!). The best stop of course is the finish. The Bullshifters were grilling hamburgers and hot dogs and generally having a great time. Wanting to stay and visit (chatted with Susan Snow who rode this years PBP); I grabbed my hamburger 'to go' and headed back to Tempe for the State Marching Band Competition. Corona was rated Superior with Distinction and will march in next week's State finals. Even better, the Corona drumline (my son Michael is the center snare and section leader) scored the highest drumline rating in Arizona!

Yes, my bike fits nicely in the Mini!

2011 Whitney Classic Ride Report

2011-10-02T09:33:00.001-07:00

Whitney Times September 25, 2011 Vol. XII

Friday
Joe Tansill and I rolled out from his house in Gilbert AZ at about 9 am on Friday morning to start our 2011 Whitney Classic Adventure. We left an hour later than planned, but had plenty of time to get to Lone Pine for dinner and the Friday night worship service. I took the first pull behind the wheel and Joe took over just outside of town so I could fire up the laptop, Blackberry and justify not taking a vacation day!

Friday night worship service

We reached US395 in great time and stopped to change drivers and refuel the Suburban. Traffic was light and there were a number of scattered thunderstorms and virga (rain that evaporates before it hits the ground) in the Edwards Air Force Base area. We arrived in Lone Pine at about 5:30 and stopped at the event headquarters at the Alabama Hills motel to complete our paperwork, collect our numbers, and visit with our Summit friends. We then checked into the Historic Dow Villa Hotel and went directly across the street to the Pizza Factory for a spaghetti/meatball/Blue Moon dinner. After dinner we checked out our room (twin beds with shower/bath down the hall!) and wandered down to the worship service at the Lone Pine Park.

Many of the riders, staff, and volunteers were there and the weather was perfect for a nice evening of worship and fellowship. Tom Smith, executive director of Summit Adventure, shared some scripture and encouragement for the event. We retired early, knowing that we would have a long day on Saturday.

Saturday

Panamint Springs Resort

We were up early looking for breakfast in Lone Pine. The restaurant near the Dow where we normally eat was out of business, but we found a great breakfast/lunch place across the street that was perfect. We topped off the tank and tires on the Suburban, picked up some last minute supplies at the grocery store, and were on the road to Panamint Springs by 9:45.

Last year the Panamint Springs Resort became a Whitney sponsor by providing the rider brunch in addition to hosting a SAG stop. This year they continued that tradition and served a great pancake brunch. We completed the meal and rider/SAG briefing and were soon motoring up Towne Pass toward Death Valley.

Your humble correspondent in USNA kit at the Start

The forecast was for mild temperatures (108) and light winds. When we arrived at Stovepipe Wells at about 1:30, the temperature was already 108 and the winds were fairly strong. We picked up a few souvenirs and proceeded to the Furnace Creek visitor center. Our plan was to change into our riding gear there and prepare the bikes in the shade before driving the last 17 miles to the start in Badwater. The visitor center was closed so we found a relatively secluded spot behind the center to change and decided to get the bikes ready at Badwater.

Video from the start and finish!

By the time we arrived at Badwater the temperature had climbed to 112! We prepared the bikes, had the pre-ride photos taken and at 3 pm sharp we were off. We decided to ride together for the first mile or two, then Joe circled back to the start to hop in the Suburban and leap frog me to set up for the next leg. Our main objective was to maximize the amount of time each of us could spend in the SAG stops to visit with the Summit staff and volunteers. So when we were 5-10 miles away from a SAG stop, one of us would proceed to the stop in the vehicle to have about 20 minutes to visit and get ready for the arrival of our partner. When he arrived, the other would take off and then that rider would take 15-20 minutes to visit and reload in the SAG, then leave to catch the other and continue taking turns. Our strategy worked great and both of us were able spend quite a bit of time at the SAG stops.

SAG stop #2 in Death Valley

The weather was quite unusual with lots of scattered thunderstorms, some of them actually let loose with hail, wind, and rain on several of the SAG stops! The benefit was the cloud cover and great views, the only negative was the heavy headwind on the climb up Towne pass.

Throughout Death Valley and on the Towne Pass and Panamint climbs Joe and I were able to keep with Team Dinosaur and Team Outlaw. It was very enjoyable riding with various members of the teams and there were always many SAG drivers and other team members cheering us on!

Awesome storm clouds from Wild Rose SAG

On the descent from Hillcrest Joe got super motivated and powered past Team Outlaw when they were changing riders and we lost our company for the remainder of the ride. The strong headwind up Townes pass became a nice tailwind as we made our way toward Lone Pine. We each took longer pulls and soon were checked into the Alabama Hills SAG at 12:15 am! Since Joe rode into Lone Pine I launched off to start the last 12 miles UP to the Whitney Portal. After his SAG break. Joe caught me at the Cottonwood Canyon turnoff and we traded pulls to the top. We finally arrived at the Portal at 2:35 and were very happy to complete this segment in just over 2 hours!

As usual it was quite cold at the finish, and as usual the Summit staff had a spare sleeping bag or two to get into while we waited for Team Outlaw to finish. They arrived within 30 minutes and we cheered them on to the finish! We had planned to wait for Team Dinosaur, but when I started to get too cold we decided to head down the hill to Lone Pine, we stopped to encourage Team Dinosaur just a couple of miles from the finish as they changed riders on their way to the finish line.

Home Sweet Home (in Lone Pine)

Back at the hotel, we broke out the Heineken and tuned in ESPN Sports Center to catch up on the college scores. We finally had lights out at 4:35!

Sunday
I woke up at about 7:30 and headed down to the Suburban to assess the mess and start packing for the trip home. Rick Wallace and his family (Team Storm) were also in the parking lot packing and we were able to share stories about the ride and catch up. Rick is a Summit Adventure Board Member and has ridden the Whitney MANY times including the unofficial hike to the summit of Mt. Whitney. His Team Storm was the top fund raising team!

Joe came down shortly and we had breakfast at the cafe we discovered on Saturday. We were able to get a late check-out and finished packing the Suburban and retired to our room until the Pizza Party and award ceremony at 1 pm.

The worship band was performing and the weather was perfect. We enjoyed many slices of pizza and the awards ceremony. God, Guts, and Glory went to Erica for her persistence in completing this year's Whitney as the only solo rider. Your faithful correspondent was the top individual fundraiser due to your faithful support!

Joe and I headed back after the ceremony, and since I had business in Las Vegas, we drove through Death Valley again. I took the first shift while Joe napped and we switched drivers at Death Valley Junction NV. I napped until we hit the outskirts of Las Vegas. I dropped Joe off at the airport and I checked in to the Wynn Encore Hotel. Just a little more upscale than the Dow Villa!

Last thoughts

We were treated to an awesome weekend of spectacular beauty, friendship, and challenge. This year my riding focus was PBP, but the riding season is not complete until I am 'in the bag' at the Whitney Portal! I was very happy that Joe Tansill could join me on such short notice to share the weekend. We were blessed with favorable weather, good friends, safe riding, and a weekend focused on God and his awesome creation!

So far we have raised just over $10,000 (including a matching grant in process from the Dell Foundation - Thanks to Mary Gibbons) for Summit Adventure. If you would like to donate click here and note Atkins WC in the comment section.

Thanks again for your support,

Steve Atkins

Phil 4:13 “I can do all things in Christ who strengthens me”

Final Whitney Classic Training Ride Report

2011-09-18T20:29:00.002-07:00

Resplendent in our 2003 and 2009 Whitney Jerseys!

September 18, 2011
South Mountain Park, Phoenix AZ

This morning Joe Tansill and your humble correspondent rode the Summit Road at South Mountain Park for our final training ride (actually our only training ride together) for this year's Whitney Classic. Joe and I have teamed on a number of Whitney Classic events, last riding as Team Catholic Old Guys in 2008! We leave for California this Friday!

Joe wasn't planning on riding the Whitney this year but when I called him after the PBP, he said he would be ready. He has put in two solid weeks of training; and as evidenced by these photos, is ready to go!!

I decided to ride an unpaved section of canal bank on our way to the park. Joe noted that it was prime flat territory. I said that I had ridden this canal bank many times and never had a flat! About 10 minutes later, we stopped so I could fix my flat front tire!

Great morning at South Mountain Park!

Soon we were battling the steep inclines that make up the Summit Road at South Mountain Park. We feasted on brownies near the summit and then enjoyed the twisting descent to the Circle K at Dobbins and Central to reload our water bottles and finish off the brownies. Refreshed, we pointed our faithful companions back toward the barn and headed home.

Joe said my rear tire looked a little mushy just a few miles from home! Another flat, but we were so close to home, I just topped the tire off with a hit from a CO2 cartridge and we made it safely home (although I do need to remember to repair the flat before we leave for California!).

A great morning on the bike. Thank you to all that have donated to Summit for this great fund raiser, click here for more information on the ride or to make a donation!

Steve Atkins

End of the World Training Ride Report

2011-09-11T15:46:00.003-07:00

At the End of the World

September 11, 2011

This morning I decided to head out to Superior to do a little hill work and test out the XTR setup on the road bike. Between Superior and Kearny there is a particularly steep hill, known as the End of the World, on SR 177. I decided to drive to the top of the hill, park the Suburban in the safety pull out area, ride down to the town of Kelvin (about 9 miles), turn around, and head back to the top and repeat.

Dawn on the US 60

I installed my mountain XTR derailleur and rear cog (12x36) on my Trek road bike last weekend to be ready for the long climbs of the Whitney Classic. I needed to get out and test the setup on some steep hills. After a minor roadside adjustment, the setup was dialed in and I enjoyed about 36 miles of riding in the mining country around Superior on a cool and clear morning.

Looking north toward the Superstitions

The road descends at 10%+ grades past the Asarco Ray Mine to the town of Kelvin. There had been heavy rain this morning before I arrived, but was clear, cool (about 72 degrees), and all that remained were puddles on the side of the road. On this Sunday morning, there was no activity in the mine.

On the second loop I continued down the Kelvin-Florence Highway about another mile or so to the Gila River. It was flowing but was quite muddy.

Memorial by the Gila

At the bridge there was a very nice memorial to a Riverside resident near the Gila River single lane bridge. I found it very moving on 9/11/11 with the Stars and Stripes against a clear blue sky. The highway continues into the mountains, the pavement ends, and continues west to Florence. Paul Layton has a permanent RUSA route that I think follows this road, that I would like to ride, but not today!

After a few minutes of watching the muddy river flow under the bridge, I pointed my faithful companion uphill and rode to the End of the World a second time!

Single lane bridge over the Gila River

This mornings data: 36 miles and 3510 feet of elevation gain. At just under 100 feet of gain per mile this ride does not quite match the 113 feet per mile of gain on the Whitney Classic, but certainly has some nice steep grades that are as steep, if not as long as the climbs on the Whitney.

In just under two weeks and Joe Tansill and I will be on our way to Lone Pine and my 12th Whitney Classic. If you would like to join my support team click here to make a donation (indicate Atkins WC in the comment box).

Thanks!

At the safety pullout after the ride

Very happy with the XTR Setup!

30th Annual Whitney Classic Appeal

2011-09-04T11:05:00.000-07:00

Steve Atkins

September 4, 2011

Riding through Death Valley in 2010!

Yes, its that time of year again…The 30^th Annual Whitney Classic Bike Ride, Summit Adventure’s main fundraising event, will take place on September 24^th-25^th .The Whitney is an adventurous 135-mile bike ride that starts at 3:00 p.m. at Badwater, Death Valley, California (282 ft. below sea level), continues through the night and finishes the next morning at the portals at Mt. Whitney (8365 feet above sea level). The ride includes three major climbs of 17 miles, 13 miles and 13 miles, two of which by Tour de France classifications are considered “Out of Category” which to you and me means “really, really steep.” Total elevation gain for the ride is 15,300 feet.

This is my 12^th Whitney! What, are you nuts? Yes, nuts and addicted to this awesome ride. I love to ride, I love Summit Adventure, and I love this event. Nothing matches the awesome course, camaraderie of the participants, and incredible support from Summit Staff and volunteers. Many of you have been loyal supporters of Summit all these years. I cannot thank you enough!

Even at this late date, I am not sure if I will ride solo or part of a team for this year’s addition. All my riding focus this year was on the Paris-Brest-Paris Randonneur. All I know at this point is that I can’t resist the siren call of the Whitney Classic and I will be at the start line in Bad Water later this month!

In the past eleven years, through your generous support, we have contributed over $115,000 to Summit Adventure! Thank you! Here’s where you come in: I have set a goal to raise $10,000 for this year’s Whitney. Course income provides for only 45 percent of the Summit budget. The rest comes through fund raising events such as the Whitney Classic. I served as a member of the Summit Board of Directors and know how critical a successful Whitney is to the financial health of the ministry. Debby, Mark, Michael and I have all participated on Summit courses over the years and have been deeply impacted by this great ministry! We all love Summit. That’s why I ride!

Please join my support team and send in your donation today! (Donate online by clicking here and indicate ‘Atkins WC’ in the donor comment box).

Please pray with me for a safe, successful event. If you have any questions, or would like to just catch up, please call me at 602-549-5331 or at home at 480-775-1682. I would love to hear from you. Thank you and God bless!

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Paris Brest Paris 2011

2011-09-01T05:13:00.004-07:00

Ride Report
Paris Brest Paris 2011

We arrived in Paris the week prior to the 2011 Paris Brest Paris Randonneur. The PBP is the 'Super Bowl' of randonneuring (self-supported ultra distance cycling) and is held every 4 years. It is the longest continuous running cycling event in the world. It started as a professional race, but is now an amateur event. Nearly 6,000 riders from around the world participated in the 2011 PBP. I rode the 2007 PBP (ride report), and found the event to be exciting and addicting. Here is my report for this years event:

Check-in and pre-ride activities

We arrived in Paris at the CDG airport. Perhaps the most challenging part of the PBP is logistics. After lugging the bike case around Paris in '07, we arranged to have the bike luggage picked up by Blue Marble Travel at the airport and transferred to our hotel in St. Quentin en Yvelines (SQY). The Blue Marble Travel representative arrived exactly on time and took the bike case and duffel bag to our hotel. Debby and I then boarded our train to Amsterdam at the TGV terminal located at the airport. Very easy, convenient and worth the euros to be rid of the case.

My faithful companion at check-in

Deb and I spent three wonderful days in Amsterdam; we rented city bikes, visited windmills, and enjoyed the local vibe. That's about all that's fit to print!

Our days in Amsterdam passed way too quickly and we were off to SQY for the race. We hopped aboard the Thalys high speed to Paris Nord, then took the 4 Metro line to Mt. Parnasse and a regional train to SQY. We arrived at the Hotel Mercure in SQY and retrieved our luggage. We checked into our tiny room with a funky smell and a defective air conditioner. Since the hotel was booked solid, we could not change rooms. So we opened the windows and made the best of it.

The first order of business was to assemble my bike and prepare my drop bag. This is a small duffle bag that would be picked up by Des Peres Travel (official logistics coordinator for the American Team) and transferred to the Loudeac controle point (I planned to nap at Loudeac outbound and inbound). The drop bag contained fresh kit (cycling clothes), on bike cycling food, and a few contingency items. I dropped the bag off and we went to the SQY mall to find some dinner.

My selected check-in time for the PBP was Sunday morning at 0900. I proceeded to the bike controle (safety check), collected by PBP carnet (control card that is stamped at each controle and required to complete the event), PBP jersey and reflective safety vest. There were no lines and I was back at the hotel within an hour. Deb and I took the train to Chartres for a day of sight seeing. Since this day trip involved a 1.5 hour train ride each way, it was a perfect way to do a little light touring and stay off my feet the day before the PBP.

0500 Monday - SQY to Mortagne au Perche

Riders lining up for the 84 hour start

I selected the 84 hour start time. There are various start times with different time limits; 80, 84 and 90 hours. The 84 group starts at 0500 on Monday morning generally has about 1,000 riders and is less crowded than the 90 hour group that starts at 2000 on Sunday. The PBP consists of 18 stages and the riders must follow the route (easy because each intersection has directional signs) and check in at each controle within a specified time limit.

Your humble correspondent

Bikes at the Mortange controle

I was in the first group of 500 riders that departed SQY at 0500. It was a very fast and hectic start through the streets of SQY. There are many short cobble stone sections and road furniture that make the start very sketchy. Additionally, if something is loose on the bike it will fall off here. In 07, I almost lost the rain pants lashed to my saddle bag. This year, my back-up rear light vibrated loose! It was dangling dangerously close to my rear spokes so I had to pull off to remove it before it caused some real damage. The big groups were sorting themselves out and I had managed to stay with the lead group. I quickly pulled out and removed the light, but the group was already down the road. I looked back, and only a few riders that had been spit out the back were approaching. I decided to chase down the fast group, normally not a good decision in an ultra event, but I was only off a minute or so, and with all the road furniture and other obstructions, I was able to catch the main group after only a few minutes of hard effort. The rain started only a few kilometers from the start, but the group was very fast, the peloton was huge, and I didn't want to stop again or try to put on my rain jacket so I simply rode wet. I stayed warm even wet because of the fast pace. We made great time and the group stayed together almost all the way to the Mortagne.

Race photographer caught me between storms!

Outbound, Mortagne is a service controle only and I made a quick stop to buy a Coke, reload my water bottles, and was outbound after a ten minute stop.

Volunteer directing riders to the controle

0955 Monday - Mortagne au Perche to Villaines la Juhel

Driving rain, thunder and lightning was the order of the day for this stage. The group thinned out substantially and I rode most of the way solo or in small groups. I became very adept at putting on and taking off my rain jacket while riding along as the rain changed from heavy to light and back. Normally the arrival at Villaines is a page out of the Tour de France with hundreds of spectators and a flurry of activity. Today, only a few people supporting riders and event volunteers.

I hopped in to the control, bought a Coke, refilled my bottles and was on my way to Fougeres.

It cleared just as I arrived

1355 Monday - Villaines la Juhel to Fougeres

The light and heavy rain conditions continued throughout this stage. I figured that 300 of the first 310 kilometers of the PBP were in the rain. It cleared just as I hit the controle, but new dark clouds were moving in. I planned to take a 60 minute break here and have a light dinner. So I checked into the controle and then rode my bike to the cafeteria. They were serving all kinds of food, I had portage (hot potato/split pea/vegetable soup), pomme frittes (french fries), and poulet (chicken leg), and a cafe (coffee). The food went down great, but as I ate a thunder cell moved in and the rain started again. Some thoughts about the rain (I noted these on my e mail update):

Dinner in Fougeres

Good things about the rain:
-water bottles stay cool

The Restaurant in Fougeres

-wear my clear glasses with a little distance correction, better to view the countryside

-no sunscreen

- test out the new rain gear

And the number one reason:

-won't need a shower tonight, saves a few euros!

I walked out of the controle 39 minutes after I arrived into a fresh cloudburst of rain!

1726 Monday - Fougeres to Tineniac

Abandon board at Tinentiac

After a nice meal and lots of rain leaving Fougeres, this stage was quite calm (meaning I don't remember much of it!!!!) Weather was still heavy. In the controle the power would go out with each lighting strike and the alarms on the power supplies for the race computers would go off. I bought a Coke and was out of there in 15 minutes.

Portage and banana in Quedillac

2045 Monday - Tineniac to Loudeac

I left Tineniac in the rain. I hit the 'secret' controle at Quedillac and grabbed a hot porttage soup and a banana for pocket food later on. The severe weather continued with scattered thunder storms. As if on cue, a cell hit just before I rolled into Loudeac at 1:30 am and continued as I located my drop bag. I reloaded my bottles restocked my food supplies on the bike and headed off to the cafeteria for a '4 hour meal.' Since I planned to sleep, my goal was to consume as much food, primarily carbohydrates, as I could. I loaded up my plate with mashed potatoes, rice and gravy. I also added some chicken and a bowl of portage soup. I finished my meal and checked into the dormir and told the attendant to wake me in 3 hours. I was assigned a cot with a blanket. At this point, my kit was still soaking wet from the rain. I decided to slip into my dry kit for the next day, however, I had only one pair of leg warmers, and decided to sleep with them on, hoping my body heat would dry them off overnight. I slipped on the fleece shirt I stashed in my drop bag for an extra layer of warmth.

It was very noisy in the dormir so I inserted my ear plugs, and despite the cold from my wet clothes, I slept well and got in a solid 3 hours before I woke on my own, a few minutes before my assigned wake-up call. I completed getting ready, drank two Ensures (stuck one in my pocket), and headed out into the mist. At least it wasn't raining!

0545 Tuesday - Loudeac to Carhaix

Misty morning in St. Nicholas

Bikes at Carhaix

I was on the bike at 0545 and climbed out of Loudeac in the dark. As the sun came up, the mist continued to build to almost a light rain. I rode mostly solo but occasionally teamed up with other riders to pick up the pace. My on bike food combo (2-3 scoops per bottle of Hammer Sustained Energy mixed with a half a can of Coke and Cliff Shot blocks for snacks) was working perfectly. Since it was so cold and wet, I increased the SE by 50% and decreased the water. I picked up a chocolate croissant or banana from time to time to have a little food on the stomach. I never tired of the combination and was able to save a lot of time in the controls because I just needed to refill the bottles with water, buy a Coke, get my card stamped and move on!

1000 Tuesday - Carhaix to Brest

Scenic Lake

Roman arches on the road to Brest

Brest! Still no sun!

I continued to make good time, although the headwinds picked up as we neared the ocean. I teamed up with a huge Danish rider. We were well matched and shared the work most of the way to Brest. With his size, I pulled on uphills and we really motored on the descents with me on his wheel. Soon we were riding through the park just before the bridge that leads into Brest. We had joined one of his Danish teammates, but I dropped off for a natural break and a photo opportunity on the bridge. Soon we were riding through the congested town of Brest into the control. This was a different control location from 2007. It was located nearer the port, but the facilities were quite dirty and seemed somewhat disorganized. I had planned to spend a little more time here, but instead had two cups of portage, reloaded my bottles and was on my way back.

1515 Tuesday - Brest to Carhaix

The sun burned through the mist and fog as I rolled out of the controle in Brest. The first few kilometers were uphill through heavy traffic in downtown Brest. I was actually hot for the first time in two days! The route was easy to follow with the retour Paris directional signs and other riders up the road easily visible in their yellow PBP safety vests!

Church in Carhaix

Before long we were back in the clouds on the long climb out of Brest. Somewhere along this section I ran into Rebecca and Scott from Tempe. We had ridden together on a number of the Casa Grande brevets. They are also known as members of the Extreme Picnic Society and were motoring along at a nice pace. I rode with them sharing stories of the ride so far. It was at this point that I learned that the 90 hour group that left Sunday evening had missed all the rain! The only moisture Rebecca and Scott noted was the heavy misting that fogged their glasses earlier that morning! As we reached the top of the climb I bid them farewell and stopped to put on leg and arm warmers and my rain jacket. With the temperature dropping and the long descents toward Loudeac, I figured I'd best layer up. After my quick change I was on my way.

St. Nicolas Controle

The clouds thickened I was greeted with a light rain when I arrived at the St. Nicolas du Pelem controle. This controle was for rest, resturantation (food), and sleeping. It is only 33 kilometers from Loudeac. The organizers added it to the route to relieve the congestion at Loudeac. Since I had no trouble getting a bunk in Loudeac I think it served its purpose. Additionally it had a very convenient water faucet and fast bar where I could reload my SE/Coke brew and be on my way.

The last 18-20 kilometers into Loudeac seemed to go on forever. Finally I reached the top of the hill where I could see the lights of the town and knew it would be a fun descent into the controle. Here is where my Schmidt generator hub and new eDelux LED light really paid off. While other riders had to slow on the descent (very rough road) because their battery lights were dim, I could descent without touching the brakes as my light had the whole road illuminated and it was easy to see the rough spots well enough in advance to adjust my line.

I rolled into Loudeac at 1244 am and set about the same 4 hour routine as the previous night: 1-Get the bike reloaded and ready to go for the next morning. 2-Eat as much carbohydrate as possible. I added a Kronenburg beer to the menu thinking it would help me sleep, it did!. 3- Get to bed. I checked into the dormir, gave them a 3 hour wake-up time (0415) and was assigned a foam pad (actually more comfortable than the cot the previous evening) and fell fast asleep. I awoke 45 minutes AFTER my requested wake-up time!

I am a noisy sleeper (so Debby tells me) so I don’t know if the attendant nudged me to a particularly loud snore, or if they just screwed up the wake-up time. In either case, I got up, drank two Ensures, repacked my drop bag and was on the bike by 0530, about an hour later than I wanted to be on the road!

0530 Wednesday Loudeac to Tineniac

Since I was behind schedule, I didn’t grab a coffee in Loudeac, but just headed out onto the road, with daylight time in France, it was still quite dark at 0530! I chowed down several Shot Blocks (gel cubes with caffeine) that give the illusion of eating with the benefit of sugar and caffeine. That along with my witches brew of SE/Coke, I was generating nice power for early on Day 3! As the sun came up, we rolled into the next ‘secret’ controle outside Loudeac. Again it was properly situated for me, in that my bottles were nearly empty. So I reloaded them and checked into the controle and was ready to roll out when Sophie Matter rolled in. She has completed the PBP a number of times (4-5?) and was looking for a different challenge. She dressed in period clothes as a flower vendor and rode her 6-speed city bike for the PBP.

Sophie Matter, the Flower Girl

I met Sophie on the Oregon Blue Mountain 1000 last year. She is a famous randonneuse who has ridden these sorts of distance events all over the world. My German friends (who you will meet later) also had met her on an event in Germany! In any case, we exchanged greetings, wished each other well, and I was on my way.

Shortly after I left the contole, I came upon Vicki from Ft. Worth. She had a Texas sign on the back of her saddlebag so I struck up a conversation. This was her first 1200 and she was moving along quite well and we shared stories about Texas and our respective children. She was very happy that Mark had spent a year at UT and was excited that Michael was considering Texas State! We chatted for some time, but as we rolled into the restaurtation controle in Quedillac she continued on and I stopped in for a bottle reload, chocolate croissant, and a banana!

Sun Block in Tineniac!

Refilled, I made good time into the controle Tineniac!

1013 Wednesday Tineniac to Fougeres

Castle in Fougeres

Tineniac was quite a different scene from two days ago. The sun was out, I had to roll up my leg warmers and my vest came off for the first time on the ride! I lathered up with sunscreen, reloaded my bottles, checked-in and was out of there in 15 minutes. There were many riders on the road at this time, including many teams and riders not affiliated with the PBP. I made good time passing many riders. Occasionally a ‘fast train’ would flash by and I would hop on. Unfortunately, those trains were just a little too hot for me and I would drop off. I rider from Taiwan hopped on my wheel and we ended up working together most of the way from Tineniac to Fougeres. A few riders would hop on our train, but would drop off so it was just the two of us. I think he must have weighed all of 95 pounds and was about 5’ tall. Not like the freight train draft of my Danish friend the previous day, but a solid partner that made the kilometers go by. He would grab his camera and photograph each church in village squares as we rolled through, then stow his camera and continue to hammer away!

We rolled into the town of Fougeres a little after noon, we shook hands and I dropped off to take a picture of the castle, he did too!

1234 Wednesday Fougeres to Villaines la Juhel

The park where I flipped my bars in 2007

This is the stage of truth! It was on this stage in 2007 that my neck blew out (Shermer’s Neck). Back then, it came on suddenly, a slight twinge at the controle in Fougeres, then about half-way to Villaines I could not hold my neck up without support. I ended up flipping my handlebars to be able to sit more upright. To no avail, by the time I arrived in Villaines in 2007 it was the middle of the night, and I went directly to the medical controle and spent several hours getting care and sleep before pressing on. I finished with my helmet supported by inner tubes lashed to my CamelBack harness!

What a difference 4 years makes! I motored along feeling strong the whole way from Fougeres to Villaines rolling through farm country noting the places along the way in 2007 where I stopped to fix my bars, add clothes, and generally suffer my way along. This year, I felt strong, was generating good power and my only concerns were a) finding a riding partner that could keep up and b) running out of SE mix for my power brew before reaching Paris!

What is different this year, other than I am 4 years older? The biggest difference was my preparation for this year’s PBP. My total training volume was not that much more than from 2007, but this year I engaged John Hughes as my coach to prepare an annual plan and monthly training programs. He provided detailed training plans and feedback from December 2010 to my taper for the PBP in August 2011. I had used many of John’s articles and information he has published for my preparation in 2007. I didn’t think he would take on a 52 year old randonneur as a client, but he did and I have him to thank for my preparation and strength on the final stages of the 2011 PBP!

John’s detailed training plans included riding of course, but also included a regime of strength training, stretching, and specific neck exercises because of my experience in 2007. So while my training volume was only slightly higher than 2007, it was clearly more specific, directed, efficient, and effective than 2007. I also had the relief of not having to prepare my training plans, but simply ride them and get feedback from John. I would highly recommend his coaching services to anyone preparing for an ultra event! Thanks John!!!

Same controle different day!

I really had no takers on the run into Villaines so I rode alone most of the way. A fast train of riders from Slovenia passed and I hopped on, but I could not hold the pace and decided to drop off.

Rolling into Villaines, it was totally different than outbound! Hundreds of cheering spectators, applause, and shouts of bon route and bon courage as I rolled into the controle. An announcer was going on and on about the number of riders, where they were from, and who was entering the controle and where they were from. It felt like a page of a miniature Tour de France finish line!

As usual, I simply checked in at Villaines, refilled my bottles, purchased a Coke and left the controle to the cheers of hundreds of spectators lining the streets!

Here is a video from the controle and just outside town.

1702 Wednesday Villaines to Mortagne au Perche

French kids cheering on the riders!

I left the controle and was soon riding along alone in the rolling farmland passing riders. I stopped twice, once to take a picture of some kids cheering me from the second floor of their farmhouse, and once to reload my bottles a stand a local family had put up for riders on the side of the road. They didn’t have Coke, but they did have sugar cubes, so I gladly added two each to my bottles of SE and I was on my way.

About half-way to Mortagne I caught a strong Swedish rider on a hard-tail mountain bike. At first he seemed annoyed that I caught and passed him so he hammered away but I caught him about 500 meters later and I asked if he wanted to share the work to Mortagne. He did and our energy fed off each other, with each pull we seemed to get stronger and stronger and before we knew it we were rolling into the controle in Mortange. We shook hands, he was a supported rider and went off to his camp for some hot soup. I bought two cokes, a jambone et fromage sandwich (in case I got hungry later) checked in, reloaded my bottles at the eau stand at the controle. Again I was out of there very quickly.

2028 Wednesday Mortagne au Perche to Dreux

This stage involves a lot of climbing toward Paris. Again I was passing many riders, but came upon a group that included a number of German and Sweedish riders. I powered past the group, but then one of the Germans flashed by me, but slowed about 300 meters up the road. I caught him again, but again he took off. Just then another German, who had been on my wheel, introduced himself. I mentioned that his friend is going to kill himself continually attacking on this long hill. He laughed and said that his friend Johann was just tormenting one of the Sweeds! We chatted and introduced ourselves (his name was Frank) I mentioned that my son had spent a year on Koeln (Cologne) Germany on exchange and that Debby and I were heading to Koeln after the ride to visit his host family. Suddenly we were fast friends and riding partners. Frank and I ended up doing most the work as we headed toward Dreux. We picked up a couple more Germans and a Spaniard as our train grew as we picked up the pace to Dreux. Before we knew it, we were rolling into the last controle before Paris!

0025 Thursday Dreux to St. Quentin

As we were making great time toward Paris, we decided to enjoy a hot meal in Dreux before continuing on. We passed on the beer, but I loaded up on potatoes, portage, and a little chicken. We were soon on our way with the lights of Paris on the horizon, but fighting the sleep monster as we all were a bit sleep deprived. How can you tell you have not had enough sleep? Mail boxes and shrubbery look like people cheering you on, until you get closer and realize they are not people at all but your mind telling you to stop and sleep!

Frank got particularly sleepy as we rolled into the villages outside Paris. I offered a caffeine pill I kept as a contingency. He took it, but he was too far gone and started to fall asleep on the bike. We stopped and agreed he would sleep 20-30 minutes, but Johann and I would continue to Paris and we would meet at the finish.

After lots of short climbs and endless villages, we finally rolled into the start/finish town on St. Quentin en Yvillennes! At about 0445 in the morning traffic was light and we rolled into the controle a few minutes before 0500, just under three days after I started! 71 hours, 51 minutes!

Post Ride Meal at 0500 Thursday Morning

Johann, Steve, and Frank

Johann and I checked in and proceeded to the food tent for a huge dinner and beer (at 0500). We had hoped to see Frank. Since my hotel reservation check-in was not until later that day, I went back to the controle, found a spot under a table, and feel asleep for 3 solid hours of sleep. I woke to find Johann and Frank milling around with other riders. We took pictures, exchanged phone numbers, and I exited the gymnasium, feeling strong and very happy that my room (albeit small) was ready for early check-in. I crashed for another 3 hours, woke, packed the bike and prepared for Debby’s arrival from England!

Post-ride

We traveled to Koeln on Friday to spend the weekend with Hubert and Gerlinde Fester and their family. They picked us up at the train station and literally rolled out the red carpet. We picnicked in the rain, rode bikes, toured Koeln, attended a German Mass and Village Festibal, and generally chilled for two days before heading to Brugge Belgium for two more nights. We explored the town of
Brugge on foot on Sunday and the surrounding countryside on a tandem bike on Monday. Tuesday we traveled to Paris and spent the day on foot shopping and enjoying the city. Wednesday we picked up the bike at Blue Marble Travel and took a private shuttle to the CDG Airport. After a nerve-racking ride (traffic was heavy and our driver was slow) to the airport we checked in and were seated on our plane home.

Closing thoughts

I wore my 2009 Whitney Classic Jerseys during the ride. It was a great conversation starter (if we get some entrants from Belgium next year we will know where they heard about it). One couple on a tandem asked me if the Whitney was tougher that the PBP. I said it depends. The 2007 PBP was the hardest event I ever participated in, by far more difficult than any Whitney. I can think of a number of Whitney’s that were more grueling than the 2011 PBP. This year’s PBP while rainy, had relatively mild temperatures and generally favorable winds. With my preparation, I can say that I enjoyed most of the time on the bike on this year’s PBP. Of course there were times (those seemingly endless kilometers into Loudeac and Paris) when the riding was not so joyous! In any case, the PBP is a special event like none other and I am happy that I have completed the ‘07 and ‘11 versions. Deb and I are already planning our trip for PBP 2015!

Click here for all the pictures from our trip!

A bientot!

Point Loma Recovery Ride

2011-07-02T16:50:00.000-07:00

Ride Report - July 2, 2011

Last night wandering around La Jolla Village we noticed a sign at a coffee shop that advertised a "Sweet Saturday Ride" starting at 8 am. Michael and I looked at each other knowing that we were in. So this morning we grabbed some coffee at the hotel and headed to the Cupz coffee shop.

Well the group never materialized, but a local rider gave us a ride suggestion and directions to Point Loma. We left Cupz and were on our way. It turned out to be another great morning on the bike!

After winding through La Jolla and Mission Beach we climbed Catalina road and took our first stop at the National Cemetery inside the Point Loma Naval Base.

We paid our $5 entry fee into the Cabrillo National monument and headed toward the Vistior center and Cabrillo memorial. The Point Loma lighthouse is in the distance.

Michael with San Diego and the Coronado Naval Air Station in the distance.

As we toured the monument we came upon this group of Cub and Boy Scouts raising the colors!

Looking northeast from the visitor center

Yours truly atop a WWII era Artillery lookout at Point Loma. The weather was outstanding today.

Looking to the Southwest, another Naval facility and lighthouse is below on the beach.

Michael flying the Paragon colors in front of the WWII era artillery control. We left the monument and headed back to La Jolla. About 10 minutes out, we called Deb and met at Cody's Restaurant for a post-ride brunch.

Mike and I had a different place in mind for breakfast, but Deb found Cody's and after a little confusion we met for an outstanding meal. They had a great veggie hash for Mike and I enjoyed delicious eggs benedict. We washed it down with some yummy Kona coffee!

While we were looking forward to participating in a local group ride, we were actually happy the group never materialized. Instead of hammering away to Point Loma and back. We were able to cover the 30 miles at a comfortable pace, and spend quite a bit of time wandering about the Cabrillo National Monument.

Great ride, great meal, great start to the day!

3 Day Training Block

2011-07-02T06:55:00.000-07:00

Ride Report - June 25-27

With 8 weeks to go before Paris-Brest-Paris, this was a perfect weekend to put together a 3 day training block. In 2007 in preparation for PBP, I took the family to the beach near Santa Barbara, California. I got in lots of good riding but missed out on a mini vacation since I rolled out at dawn and returned just in time for bed. This year I decided to head up to Flagstaff to get my riding in before the July 4th holiday. So I bid $45 for 3 nights on Priceline and scored a room at the Super 8 on Lucky Lane and headed up Friday night after work.

Ride prep at the Super 8 Base Camp

Day 1 - Grand Canyon

I woke just before the alarm went of at 5 am, grabbed two coffees from the hotel lobby, downed an Ensure and was out the door at 5:30 and on the road to the Grand Canyon. Our regional brevet administrator, Susan Plonsky kindly prepared cue sheets (turn by turn instructions) for my three rides. I rode through a deserted downtown Flagstaff and was soon climbing out of town. Flagstaff sits at 6900 feet and the road peaks out at 8046 near the AZ Nordic Center. Just past Kendrick Park, a short steep descent takes you out of the pines and onto the high desert of the Kaibab Plateau. With a slight tailwind on a gentle descent, I covered the 53 miles to Valle easily. I striped off my arm and leg warmers, reloaded my bottles, and headed due north to the Grand Canyon.

Prehistoric RV park in Valle AZ

Traffic picked up, but the shoulder had plenty of space and soon I was climbing up to the Grand Canyon tourist town of Tusayan. A constant stream of tourist helicopters was lifting off and landing at the Grand Canyon airport. Its only a couple of more miles to the entry gate. I paid my $12 entry fee and headed toward the Bright Angel Lodge. The road to Hermit's Rest is just just past the lodge and train station and is closed to private autos.

On the road to Hermit's Rest

Only bikes and tour busses are allowed on this seven mile stretch of very scenic road that parallels the edge of the South Rim. A sign states that bicyclists must pull off the road and allow the busses to pass. With all the bus stops along the way, they move very slowly, and I ended up passing one and not having to yield to any. With light traffic and great views, I made my way to Hermits Rest.

The view from Hermit's Rest

Inspiration on the Curio Shop Porch

The curio shop and snack bar was quite busy with international tourists. One group from England asked me about my Whitney Classic jersey. It has very distinctive graphics and a very applicable scripture reference: "And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation." Romans 5:4
I reloaded my water bottles with Coke/water/Sustained Energy, chowed down some salted peanuts and was back on the bike heading back the way I came. My computer said 92 miles, so this route would be almost a perfect 300 kilometers (186 miles)!

At the Hermit's Rest Curio Shop/Snack Bar

Tourist chopper flight line in Tusayan

Did I mention that this weekend was under a "red flag" warning. That means high winds, low humidity, and fire danger. By noon, the winds we're howling out of the southwest. So my gentle morning tailwind had turned into a 30 mile an hour head/cross wind. I rolled into the convenience store in Valle to reload my bottles. I decided to pick up an extra water bottle because the next 45 miles has no services. I figured a 15 mph pace would easily put me in Flagstaff in three hours; two large Camelback bottles and a 22 oz reserve bottle should be plenty. It wasn't, my pace slowed considerably with the wind and climb back into the pines.

I finished my two bottles and was into my 'reserve' with 25 miles still to go (10 of those uphill). Luckily I came upon two motorcyclists that were taking a break on the side of the road. They gave me a spare bottle and I was back in business. However, I had been 'rationing' my water/fuel and was starting to bonk. I was very happy to see the 8046 elevation sign, meaning the next 13 miles were downhill into Flagstaff!

I rolled into the first convenience store I came upon just inside the city limits and reloaded my bottles. The heat, headwind, climb did its damage though and I was bonked! I was able to consume one bottle before I arrived at the Super 8 and quickly tossed down a Mountain Dew recovery drink! Then it was time for jacuzzi, dinner and bed.

Day 2- Tour of Flagstaff

Susan prepared a great route with lots of climbing and cool views of the City. So following the same routine; up at 5, two coffees, and out the door at 5:30 and on the 8 mile climb to the US Naval Observatory. I rolled into the secured area, took some pictures (probably not a good idea) and left, descending back into town.

US Naval Observatory

Weather station at Lowell Observatory

The next climb was short and steep to the Lowell Observatory. Finally I was heading north out of town to the AZ Snowbowl road. I have ridden this road several times. It is a great winding climb to 9500 feet at the foot of the main lift and lodge at the AZ Snowbowl.

The foot of the main lift at the AZ Snowbowl - 9500 ft

From Snowbowl parking lot, Mt. Kendrick on right

Unfortunately, I was still feeling the effects of the Day 1 bonk and was not feeling 100%. I reached the top, took a few photos and enjoyed the descent back into Fagstaff. I reloaded my bottles with my 50/50 mix of water/Pepsi and two scoops of Sustained Energy at the Flagstaff city limits. It was 30 miles to the next stop at Mormon Lake Lodge. I made a conscious effort to consume both bottles during this leg and did.

I hopped into the bar at the Mormon Lake Lodge to get some more ice/coke/water. Normally I would reload in the store, but there is not soda fountain with ice at the general store and with the heat I figured I would go into the bar and ask the bartender to fill a bottle with ice then I would go next store and purchase a coke. Lucky for me, the bartender was an ultra runner and she knew exactly what I needed. I poured in the SE powder, and she added ice/water/Coke in perfect portions!

I was starting to feel better and decided to concentrate on consuming both bottles over the next 1.5 hours and 30 miles to Clints Well. Arriving at Clints Well, I iced my bottles and purchased a large Pepsi and repeated my SE mix. I turned my brevet machine back toward Flagstaff and the last 60 miles of the ride. The SE combination did it's magic and I flew up the generally uphill section back to Mormon Lake!

I was soon back at the bar in Mormon Lake in no time. The ultra runner was not working, but her replacement reloaded my bottles perfectly and I was soon on my way.

White caps on Upper Lake Mary

The last 30 miles to Flag is one on the prettiest roads in Arizona. Leaving Mormon Lake you ride by Upper and Lower Lake Mary. Ponderosa pines, wild flowers, and mountain vistas dominate the views. The awesome scenery and solid fueling offset the wicked headwind and before I knew it I was winding through the Northern Arizona University campus on my way back to my Super 8 base camp. I had been thinking about a burger at Bun Huggers all day, so I returned to the room, cleaned up, and took the Suburban back to Bun Huggers for a nice dine!

Double Fries!

Day 3 - Sunset Crater and Wupatki National Monuments

Same routine as day 1 and 2 except I loaded the truck when I left the room as I would not be back until after checkout time. A couple of quick turns from the motel and I was on US87/Historic Route 66 climbing out of town. The winds were starting to build and I had a tailwind to push me out of town. The cue sheet called for a visit to Sunset Crater, then backtrack to Walnut Canyon, and do another out and back to Mormon Lake.

Lava Flows at Sunset Crater

I arrived at the Sunset Crater visitor center before it opened. I looked for a coke machine, but could only find Gatorade. So I reloaded my bottles with Gatorade instead of Coke. Reviewing a map at the center, I noticed that it was 18 miles on the scenic loop road to the Wupatki Ruins National Monument. Another 30 miles would put me back at the entrance to the Sunset National Monument. Susan noted on the cue sheet that it would be hot continuing to Wupatki as it sits at the bottom of an 18 mile hill in the high desert.

Wupatki Ruins

So I decided to go 'off route' and ride the scenic loop. It didn't take long to get to the visitor center at Wupatki, so I took some photos, reloaded my bottles (no Coke machine here also!) and was on my way. I missed the caffeine but the mix was good. I also bought TWO reserve bottles, as I would have 30 miles of climbing into a headwind before I arrived back in Flagstaff.

Leaving Wupatki National Monument, Mt. Humphreys in distance

I used my first reserve water at the Wupatki Monument entrance and the second a couple of miles from the top of the hill outside Flagstaff. Reaching the top of the hill outside Flagstaff the wind was really ripping. I decided then that I had accomplished the goals of the weekend (perfecting gear and fueling) and covered my desired training volume, so I headed back to the Super 8, loaded up, and headed home.

Now I am enjoying a recovery week that includes the spending the holiday weekend with the family in San Diego.

Memorial Day Weekend Training Block

2011-06-04T09:07:00.002-07:00

Ride Report

The training plan called for two 9-hour training rides on Saturday and Sunday. I selected the Mining Country 130 (this version of the Mining Country is an out and back from Superior to Globe via Winkelman) for Saturday and figured I would ride to Bartlett Lake on Sunday for another 150. I put the word out to the AZRandon and San Tan group lists looking for riding partners and only Marty Liddell was foolish enough to join the fun on Saturday.

Mining Country - Saturday

We left the house at 4 am and were on the bikes heading toward Winkelman at 5am. Its all uphill to the back side of the End-of-the-World climb, but soon we were bombing down the 14% + grade toward the Ray mine and Kelvin. There the road becomes a very pleasant roller all the way to Winkelman. We rolled into the Circle K and reloaded our bottles about 7 am in very cool weather. The next leg is a 25 mile climb to a pass named El Capitan about 11 miles outside of Globe. We each bought extra water bottles and headed out.

Marty in Winkelman

The route joins AZ77 and the car and boat traffic picked up noticeably, so did the grade. About 5 miles from the top, at the 50 mile point of our ride I gave the keys to Marty who turned around and headed back toward Superior (he was only looking for a 100 mile ride today). The grade lessened and soon I was at the top of El Capitan!

Summit of El Cap!

Looking northeast from the summit

The weather changed dramatically when I crossed the pass with the cross-winds and temperature picking up dramatically. The 11 miles passed quickly and I stopped to reload at a Circle K on the edge of town. I chatted with some motorcyclists from San Diego and soon was on my way back to Winkelman. The winds continued to build and unlike this mornings cool breeze felt more like a blast out of an oven! I reached El Cap and started my descent hoping this weather change was only on the east side of the divide. Unfortunately, the winds continued to build slowing my descent and as the elevation dropped the temperature increased dramatically.

I rolled back into Winkelman hot and frustrated from the wind, but hoping that as I made the harpin turn back toward Superior the wind would be a helper (or at least netural). With the temperature now over 90, I reloaded my bottles, and dumped the first half gallon of cold water over head and down my back to cool off and enjoy some evaporative cooling.

The run from Winkelman to Kearny/Kelvin is normally a pleasant rolling climb through an area with several active open pit copper mines. Today it was a long slog into a hot dry wind. I normally don't stop at Kearney, but today I did to reload my bottles with ice, and dump another half gallon of cold water for the last long climb of the day.

The wind continued to build and felt like it was gusting to 25-30+ miles per hour! The last two miles of the climb to the End-of-the-World has a 10% grade road sign. Marty's Garmin computer indicated 14%! The wind was so strong, and I was so cooked, that on the steepest section I had to dismount about half-way up and walk to stay upright. Even walking, my heart rate continued to increase. After a quarter mile, the road turned slightly and the wind became a cross so I remounted and rode to the top. I stopped at the top and found some shade in a road cut and took a little break to try and recover. Finishing the last of my water (including my spare bottle!) I set off for the last 5-6 miles of downhill riding to Superior.

I rolled into Superior and went straight to the Circle K and bought water, ice, peanuts, and a couple of Mountain Dews. Outside the store I topped off my bottles with the Dew and dumped a gallon of cold water over my head and back. I rolled back to the rest area dripping wet, found some shade to cool off in, and waited for Marty.

Cooling it with a Dew at the Superior rest area

Marty arrived shortly and we packed up the Suburban to head back to Phoenix. With the wind and heat conditions, my 9 hour planned ride had stretched to an 11 hour Epic!

Pinnacle Peak - Sunday

After Saturday's extended adventure, I modified my plan for Sunday to cover 7 hours of riding. I would ride the route to Carefree, but turnaround at Pinnacle Peak. I set the alarm for 4 am and was on the bike at 4:30 heading out into a calm cool morning. Rolling out of the house, I was not totally recovered from yesterdays adventure and had that familiar Day 2 feeling! Winds were forecast again today to build throughout the day out of the southwest, so that with this route I knew I would have an additional 'training aid' on the return.

At the base of 9-Mile hill

I reached the Circle K in Fountain Hills as the sun came up and rolled through town to the golf/retirement community of Rio Verde. I was about 1/2 way up 9-mile hill before the winds picked up. They were coming directly from the south, and were still cool so it was only a cross-wind was not really a bother.

Breakfast!

I rolled into the Shell station, bought a power breakfast (hot dog and Doubleshot) and turned the ride back toward the river and home. The 9 mile descent was fast and fun, however as the cross winds increased I came grim realization that when I reached the bottom and turned toward home, it would be about 40 miles of headwind all the way home.

It was, but being mid-morning the temperature was still cool. I rolled into the house about 11:30 am, covering 100 miles in about 7 hours.

With this two-day training block done, I looked forward to an easy recovery ride on Memorial Day!

San Tan Racing EOP ++

2011-05-22T15:20:00.002-07:00

About a week ago, Chuck Royalty sent out a post to the San Tan Racing Team. He and Josh Brown (Tandem teammates that recently finished second overall at the South Mountain Time Trial) were planning an epic journey. Ride to the End of Pavement (EOP) then continue 22 miles on the unpaved Apache Trail down Fish Creek Hill, past Apache Lake to Roosevelt Lake. Then rejoin the pavement, head north to Punkin Center, returning on AZ 87 - 175 miles. The plan was to start at 4 am and return between 1-2 pm. Seemed like a fast pace to me, but I needed an endurance ride so I sent a note to Chuck saying I was in.

I met Chuck at 4 am and we picked up Josh and continued to Lindsay road where Marty was going to meet us to ride to the EOP. Unfortunately Marty had a double pinch flats on the way and told us to go on ahead. We reached the Apache Trail before 6 am and stopped at the Canyon Lake Marina, encountering very little boat traffic. The gate to the water fountain was closed, so we refilled our water bottles at a hose bib and we were off.

On the climb to Tortilla Flats and the EOP, it was clear to me that Chuck and Josh could easily complete this ride by 1-2 pm. I was well into my red zone just trying to keep up! I told Chuck that he and Josh didn't need to wait for me at the top of the hills. Chuck said nonsense, "all for one, one for all!"

Josh Brown

Chuck Royalty

Chuck and Josh about to descend Fish Creek Hill

Luckily, there was no traffic on Fish Creek Hill, a very steep mostly single lane dirt road. The steep canyon was still very green and very cool. When we reached the bottom, Fish Creek was still flowing and the canyon was very lush. I thought it was a cool descent, a little tricky on a road bike without suspension but not too bad. Once we reached the bottom however, the washboards started and with our road tires, it was sometimes quite a challenge to keep from sinking into the soft portions of the road.

About half-way down Fish Creek Hill

The Apache Trail is a twisting, bumpy, up and down affair all the way to Roosevelt Lake, with a few long climbs and descents. Generally, I would watch Chuck and Josh ride away on the uphills, and I could make up some time on the descents. After we reached the Apache Lake Marina turnoff there was a steep climb and sharp descent. I picked up a little too much speed and blew out my rear tire on a particularly rocky section of the road. I replaced the tube and was back on the bike in about 10 minutes. Josh had backtracked to check on me.

We rode to Chuck and set off together again. I dropped a water bottle (vibrated out of the cage on an especially rough section of washboards!) and stopped to get it. When I caught Chuck, he was dusting himself off from a spill he took on a soft set of washboards hidden an a shadow on a steep descent. Luckily no real damage (to Chuck or his bike) was done and we were on our way.

A couple of miles from Roosevelt Lake, the boat traffic (and dust) really picked up. Finally, we turned a corner and Roosevelt Dam came into full view, and even better, the dirt gave way to pavement. It is quite a climb around the dam, but when you reach the top, there is a great view of the Lake and highway bridge.

The Bridge at Roosevelt Dam

We checked our water and figured we had enough so we headed north toward Tonto Basin. We had a little tail wind and made good time to the Tonto Basin Market where we reloaded our bottles and headed toward the 87. It is a gentle climb out of the basin to the 87. Along the way, a motorist stopped and offered me water and Gatorade. I had just refilled so I declined, but it was a very nice offer.

When I reached the 87, Josh and Chuck were waiting in the shade. We set off for the hilly, hot, and dry section of the ride. The Arizona Department of Transportation has made a great improvement on the shoulder of 87 between Sunflower and the Four Peaks Road turnoff. There was still construction cones in place, but the shoulder was wide and smooth. A great improvement over the old narrow tarmac that it replaced. About halfway up the final climb I came upon two bike tourists fixing a flat. Not needing any help, I decided to continue on. Josh and Chuck had backtracked to check on the tourists and said the top was in sight.

We reached the top together and I tucked in as Josh and Chuck traded pulls along the Beeline Highway with me hanging on for dear life! Between the Saguaro Lake cutoff and Ft. McDowell, another San Tan Teammate, Durrant Williams saw us as he was returning from a camping trip. He pulled over ahead and gave us several ice cold water bottles from his cooler, a very timely stop, as we were all low or out of water!

Reloaded, we didn't need to stop in Fountain Hills and continued down the Beeline. About a mile before Gilbert road (only 15 miles from home) Josh flatted. He repaired the tire, but blewout again just as he remounted his bike.

This time the flat was caused by a rim failure! About 4-5 inches of his rear rim split right along the lip that holds the bead of the tire. No way to repair, so Chuck called his wife to rescue Josh and Chuck and I continued on to complete the ride. As bad as that mechanical was, we were lucky that it happened so close to home, and just as we were starting out (not on the 40 mph descents we had just completed 30 minutes before!).

We rolled in 13.5 hours after we started, covering 175 miles, and climbing about 8000 feet. It was quite a ride and adventure. I am glad I took Chuck up on his invitation for this adventure and appreciate especially he and Josh waiting and regrouping so we could finish (almost) together. I am quite sure that had they not waited for yours truly along the way, they would have finished this ride in 9-10 hours!

Steve Atkins

Route 66 300k Brevet

2011-04-24T20:03:00.001-07:00

Five riders assembled in Chino Valley Arizona for the Inaugural Route 66 300k Brevet organized by Susan Plonsky. Jim and Robin Pettett provided outstanding rolling neutral support during the day, providing welcome encouragement on this very windy day in northern Arizona. The route is an out and back along some wide open sections of Northern Arizona along Historic Route 66 connecting Chino Valley, Ash Fork, Seligman, and Peach Springs. Elevations are 4000 - 5700 feet on the wide open Kaibab Plateau.

Lonnie "Epic" Wolff (above) and Bob Owen formed the Utah contingent with Paul Layton, Pete Dusharm and yours truly representing the East Valley. We rolled out of the new, but noisy, Days Inn in Chino Valley Arizona at 6 am. Winds were predicted to be strong and gusty all day and we started with a gentle early morning tailwind.

Susan Plonsky, RUSA RBA Extraordinaire

The route to the first checkpoint in Ash Fork was easy to navigate (R out of parking lot on Highway 89N, go 36 miles, turn left into checkpoint)! In fact the route was easy to follow all day. Leaving Ash Fork, we joined the I-40 for a five mile run to Crookton Road. The next 17 miles were probably the best in terms of light traffic and smooth pavement. Leaving the I-40 we climbed to 5700 feet, then descended slightly into Seligman and the next control at the Roadkill Cafe.

As was the case all day, Jim and Robin were there when we arrived to sign our brevet cards and provide food, water and support. We decided that we would stop for a proper lunch on the return trip.

As we left Seligman, the wind really picked up and would be a huge cross-wind for the remainder of the day. Here is a little video summary:

Returning to Seligman we decided to stop at the Roadkill Cafe. It was full of tourists, many from Europe, on day trips from Las Vegas. Service was slow, so it was at least an hour before we got back on the road. Rolling through town, we stopped to check out Elvis and Marilyn!

Discussing the cross wind with Elvis

Marilyn liked my shades!

Our cross wind became a slight tailwind as we made our way back to Ash Fork. Just as we started the day, all five of us were together at the checkpoint with Jim and Robin providing their last support. All the riding on the rough road shoulders took its toll. Bob's fender bolt vibrated off outbound from Seligman (repaired with a zip-tie) and he suffered a flat just outside Ash Fork on the return. With all the junk we rode through all day, we were surprised we didn't have more flats.

Pete and Paul at the Ash Fork control

However, the climb out of Ash Fork shattered the group and for the run back to Chino Valley we again became a group of three, in a tight echelon tucked into the rough debris laden shoulder of 89N fighting the cross-wind! We stopped in Paulson as the sun set to check our lights and add a layer of clothing for the final pull into Chino Valley. With the Days Inn on the far side of town it felt like we would never get there.

As we rolled in Susan, Jim, and Robin cheered us into the finish. After a quick shower (Thanks Lonnie) I was on the road heading back to the Phoenix. I arrived at the end of the Easter Vigil mass at St. Tim's , just in time to take Debby, Michael, and Saskia to Denny's for a late night breakfast. Quite a full day!

Tombstone 600 Brevet Ride Report

2011-03-23T17:01:00.000-07:00

Susan Plonsky leading the pre-ride meeting

36 riders assembled at the Round Trip Bike Shop in Casa Grande Arizona for this years Tombstone 600 brevet. This is the fourth and last required ACP sanctioned brevet to qualify for the 17th Paris-Brest-Paris 1200 Randonnee. This event is held every 4 years. I rode the PBP in 2007( ride report ) and while it was an epic experience, I have been planning to return for the 2011 edition.

Here is a little video preview of the ride:

Kurt Smith at the start

Many of the usual suspects were at the start for this year's 600. Kurt Smith, a fellow member of the San Tan/Paragon Racing Team joined me on a RUSA permanent ride last year and chose the Tombstone 600 as his first official brevet.

Yours truly all smiles before the fun begins

We were soon rocketing off with lights blazing into the desert darkness. A good size pace line formed and we worked well together. About 35 miles into the ride, between Picacho Peak and Marana, one of my tail lights vibrated off my saddle bag. A couple of the riders said, 'hey Steve your light fell off!" I had a spare but this early in the ride I did not want to risk night riding without a back-up so I pulled out of the pace line and doubled back to find it. By the time I had found it and put it away, the pace line was way up the road. I thought about trying to chase them down, but decided to settle into my own pace. I figured I would catch them at the checkpoint in Marana.

Kurt and the group at the Circle K in Marana

As I rolled into the Circle K at about 0730, the group was there reloading bottles, buying supplies, and getting their brevet cards stamped by the cashier at the store. I quickly stripped off some layers, reloaded my bottles and left the checkpoint with Kurt, and several other riders. A few riders had already left and the big group split into several smaller groups. Temperatures were cool and winds were light and we made great time through Saguaro National Park and the Tucson Mountain Park.

Finally needing sunblock at the Drexel Circle K in Tucson

The next official checkpoint is 60 miles away at Green Valley, too far without a water stop, so our little group (Kurt Smith, Roger Peskett, and Joey Korkames) stopped at the Circle K at Mission and Drexel roads in Tucson. This is a good stop, just over half-way to the next control, and the last stop before heading up the dreaded Mission Road past the San Xavier Mission to the Duval Mine Road. Kurt was enjoying his sandwich and not ready to go, so we pulled out after a very quick bottle reload and sunscreen applications.

Dreaded, because Mission is famous for broken pavement and heavy head and cross winds. The pavement is much improved (thanks to Indian Gaming) and today the winds were very light so the ride to the mine area was very enjoyable.

As we crossed Helmet Peak Road, we encountered waves of racers from the opposite direction participating in the Tucson Bike Classic. If was very exciting to see the waves of racers, and somewhat sketchy when we passed through the feed zone and parking area (no one was really expecting traffic from the direction we were coming!).

Checkpoint in Green Valley

When we rolled into the Chevron in Green Valley, a few randonneurs were already there, and Kurt rolled up just a few minutes after we arrived. He made this stop quick so Kurt, Roger, Joey, and I rolled out a few minutes after the lead group had left while others were arriving.

We headed north into a building cross-wind so that by the time we turned right on Sahuarita highway we had a nice tail wind. It made the trip to the market at Houghton road go by very quickly. As a recurring theme for the remainder of the day, we rolled in, just as the lead riders were heading out. I picked up some extra water at this stop since the next available water is in Sonoita, only 30 miles away, but most of it climbing. I ended up refilling one of my water bottles near the top of the climb, so we were able to roll through Sonoita and head straight to the checkpoint Elgin.

Susan serving lunch at the Elgin Dance Hall

With a huge tailwind, Joey and I rolled into the checkpoint at about 3:30. Susan had some tomato soup and sandwiches prepared. I had some soup, grabbed an Ensure out of my drop bag, changed into a dry kit, and was out the door with Kurt, Roger, and Joey. The crosswind was huge as we headed north 5 miles to SR82. Once we turned right, it was a direct tailwind and we made great time to the checkpoint in Tombstone.

Feeling much better that I looked here at Tombstone!

With the sun starting to set and knowing how quickly the temperature drops, I put on a few layers and soon our group was heading back, now our friendly tailwind was in a strong headwind. But we added Russ and Dick to our group and worked well together, and happily the wind seemed to die down as sun dropped below the horizon. I dropped off the group at the top of the hill that leads into Elgin to put on some extra layers. The club was only 5 miles away at the bottom of a hill, but it is always very cold. I am glad I layered up, including my balaclava, because this year was no exception. I rolled into a very cold and somewhat deserted Elgin at 8:20 pm.

Dinner in Elgin

My plan was to take a 4 hour break: Eat, clean-up, reload the bike supplies, nap for 3 hours, dress and go. Susan had a big pot of pasta ready so, I chowed down while I readied my bottles and supplies for the night assault that would begin about midnight. I was in the sack by 9:15, but didn't really fall asleep until 10:30, which seemed only seconds before Mike Allen gave me my midnight wake-up call. After some coffee, an Ensure, and a little oatmeal, Kurt, Joey and I were out the door (Roger decided to forgo the nap and left several hours earlier).

Ready to leave Elgin at 12:45 am!

We were ready to go at 12:45, a little longer than my plan, but still a relatively efficient stop. As advertised, it was extremely cold, but the winds were light, the moon was full, and it was a spectacular night. We climbed up to Sonoita to SR 83. We passed the Border Patrol checkpoint a couple of miles before the top of the hill that leads back down to Tucson. This checkpoint sits in a draw and is extremely cold. Luckily the agents were not looking for a long conversation, and we were out of there in no time.

Soon we were bombing down the big hill, and with the increased speeds, the wind chill added to our general discomfort. We stopped at the secret water stop at Sahuarita Highway to top off bottles and were off toward the next warm spot 19 miles away, a convenience store at the I-19 interchange. We burst in shaking and headed straight for the coffee pot. The cashier was counting down his till, and said it would be a few minutes before we could pay for the coffee. That was fine with us, we were ready to spend a few minutes to thaw out. While we were lounging on the floor, Keith Jensen walked in, also shaking from the cold.

Joey enjoying some hot brew

We left together but soon Kurt and Keith were hammering up Helmet Peak road trying to warm up. Joey and I settled into a more even pace and watched as their tail lights disappeared in the distance.

We stopped again at the official control at Drexel and Mission to find Kurt and Keith enjoying some breakfast. Feeling hungry for solids, I had a chocolate milk and a can of Beanie Weenie, just the ticket at 5:45 in the morning after riding most of the night! Soon Joey and I were riding through the Tucson and Saguaro National Parks heading down the hill to Marana. As the sun came up, so did the wind, from the Southeast!

Flying the Navy Colors!

When we left the Circle K in Marana the wind was almost a perfect tailwind. Joey and I settled into a steady pace averaging 20-23 miles an hour. Normally I would stop in Eloy (15 miles from the finish) for water, but since we were there in an hour and a half, we both had plenty of water for the final 15 miles and pushed on through without stopping. We arrived at the finish at 10:30 am, just under 2 hours after we left Marana, very good for a 44 mile segment!

We noted the time and loaded the bikes back in our trucks and headed over to the Comfort Inn. Susan had rented a room so riders could clean up and rest while they waited for the drop bags to be returned from Elgin. The bags were not back yet, so I chilled in the room for a little while, then headed over to Chipotle for a burrito bowl, then back to the motel. The drop bags arrived, and I headed back home, just in time for a Corona High School Band Booster Board meeting!

Thanks Susan for another great Brevet!!

2011 Arivaca 400k Brevet

2011-02-13T18:12:00.007-07:00

Ride Report

5 Arizona Randonneurs pre-rode this year's Arivaca 400 on Saturday February 12, 2011. Volunteer pre-riders check the course and are available to assist our brevet organizer Susan Plonsky on the actual day of the event. The pre-riders are subject to all the RUSA rules and time limits, but can lessen the load on the organizer and allow them to also participate in the event. Enjoy the video composite of the ride at the bottom of this blog entry.

The Arivaca 400 always seems to be a note-worthy ride, and this year's entry is no exception! Although Mike Sturgill and I think Susan should rename this route the Headwind 400!

Mike Sturgill, Jim Pettett, and Ben Andrews at the start

It was a cold start when we left the Albertson's parking lot at 5 am and became even colder outside of town. Our little group of 5 formed a nice pace line and we stayed together through Eloy. As the frontage road tilted up at Picacho Peak our group split into to two groups with Mike and I riding into the sunrise and encouraging the sun to hurry up and clear the horizon.

Mike and I arrived at the first checkpoint, the Marana Circle K just before 8 am. We reloaded our bottles, picked up some food and were preparing to leave as Jim, Alan, and Ben arrived. Even though the sun was up, we wisely left ALL of our layers on. Generally, the temperature dips even further around the Marana Airport, and this year was no exception. We noted a thin layer of ice on the irrigation puddles as we made our way up Sanders road.

The temperatures increased as we climbed Sandario road. As we crested the top of the hill at the Saguaro National Park Visitor center, we were greeted with a strong headwind that would be our nemesis for the rest of the day!

We continued to the next checkpoint at the Circle K on the Ajo Highway, reloaded, and were back on the road before 10am. The wind continued to pick up and turned into a nasty cross headwind as we made our way up Mission Road. There were many motorcyclists and a few bike riders out. One particularly large group of riders on super bikes buzzed by us with one rider shouting for us to get off the road! As a former motorcyclist that faced the same issue that we cyclists face (that is, being invisible to cars); I am always amazed at the animosity that many motorcyclists have toward cyclists.

We continued through the Helmet Peak area and descended Continental road for the right turn (at the first traffic circle, that I missed on a previous 400!) and arrived the next control at the Shell Station in Green Valley at about noon.

Mike relaxing of the Patio at the Shell Station in Green Valley

We took a short break here and removed a few more layers and started adding sunscreen! We both decided that we needed a refund on the Weather.com and WeatherUnderground wind forecasts as we continued to battle strong head and cross-winds. Both websites predicted light winds out of the north, northeast all day.

Think they serve a veggie plate here?

We made the right turn at Cow Palace and headed west toward Arivaca. Our fist sight was a Border Patrol 'tour bus' being loaded with patrons for the return trip to Sonora! As we headed down the road past the Border Patrol checkpoint, many emergency vehicles were racing westward. As we neared the base of the climb just east of Arivaca, Sheriff's deputies and Border Patrol vehicles had blocked the road. Ahead a life flight helicopter was being loaded with what was left of a motorcyclist that lost control of his bike. The deputy noted that 'the gentleman must be in bad shape if they have the helicopter here.'

Mike and I noted that this was the same group of motorcyclists that buzzed us on Mission Road a few hours earlier! I hate to see anyone in this situation, but this is the second time on a long ride when one these inconsiderate and unsafe riders on a superbike has buzzed me or my group on a ride, only to find them getting airlifted on a life flight to a trauma center later in the ride!

Arivaca Road closed for a life flight

The helicopter lifted off and we were soon relaxed at the next checkpoint in Arivaca. We arrived about 2:40. This is about the half-way point of the ride and we had a little lunch and shoved off wondering what the winds would hold for us as we pushed to the next services at Robles Junction!

Sitting in the shade at the Arivaca Mercantile Store

Of course, NOW that we had to head north for 110 miles to the finish, the winds caught up with the forecast and we had headwinds for the long stretch to Robles Junction. Generally I suffer along this segment of the ride and today was no exception. I think it is the mental challenge of the realization that you are barely half-way complete and there are headwinds to look forward to all the way back. We arrived at Robles Junction about 6:30. I had been using my Sustained Energy/Shot Blocks on the bike supplemented with Starbucks Frappuchinos, chocolate milk, and potato chips at the checkpoints. I tried a turkey sandwich at Arivaca that didn't work. On to plan B, so I bought a can of Campbells Chicken Veggie soup and chased it with a Frappuchino. The soup is loaded with sodium, calories, and since the veggies have been 'marinating' in the soup since they left the factory, easy to digest.

Soon my legs were back and we were powering up the incline to the visitor center at Saguaro National Park. The wind seemed to die down in this segment, however, when we crested the hill, they were back for the duration. We rolled through Painted Rocks. Some local yelled at us about getting our bikes off the road. I thought; bad mojo dude, the last guy that gave us grief had a bud on a life flight to Tucson Medical Center!

Good news: only 45 miles to go!

The bad news; headwind and the mind numbing brain damage that is the run from Marana to Casa Grande. We were able to hold a pace between 16-18 miles per hour, so we got it done in under 3 hours. That included a very quick stop in Eloy, only 13 miles from the finish, for one last Starbucks Double Shot!

We rolled into the Albertson's parking lot at 11:30 pm, 18.5 hours after we started. About 5 minutes after we arrived, I was shaking from the cold, so I loaded the bike, thanked Mike for a great ride, cranked up the heater, and headed home. We were both thankful that we didn't have to face this one alone, and that this year's 400 is behind us!

Back in the Sub, ready to go home

Video from the Arivaca 400:

Steve Atkins

Saguaro National Park 300k Brevet

2011-01-30T18:49:00.000-07:00

Ride Report

Before I get to the ride report, Susan Plonsky our regional brevet administrator made a few changes to this years route. I have only one word: BRAVO!

She eliminated the spur past the Marana batch plant and the pothole laden Airport road to Silverbell near the I-10 in Tucson. Instead, she added Twin Peaks Road, a new divided boulevard with bike lanes through 'new' Marana all the way to Silverbell for the approach to Gates Pass. To make up for the loss of mileage here, she added a few miles in Casa Grande at the start, again all on great road surfaces! Thanks Susan!

OK now for the ride report: Over 40 riders lined up for yesterday's Arizona Randonneurs 300 Brevet. The Round Trip Bike Shop in Casa Grande opened early to host the start of this brevet and offer last minute cycling needs, rest room, and most importantly a warm place to wait for the ride to begin!

Reflective bikes and Randonneurs at the start

I arrived in plenty of time to set up and check in. After nearly forgetting my brevet card in the rest room at the bike shop we were ready to start.

Balaclava in place; stop shivering for a clear picture!

Susan had a number of volunteers working the event today so she was able to ride with the group, so that meant no 'brevetmobile' leadout. So as we roll out of the bike shop I turn on my computer. No speed or heart
rate data is registering. I check the speed sensor and my strap and restart the computer. Nothing. As we rounded the first turn, I noticed the front wheel quick-release is on the wrong side. I pull out of the pace line, flip the wheel and rejoin the group that was caught (luckily for me) at a red light. With the sensor magnet on the correct side, I had speed and distance data, but still no heart rate.

The monitor strap needs a little moisture between it and skin to work. Since it was under several layers of clothing, I figured I would deal with it later. A group of ten or so riders formed at the front led by Stephen Kenny and his merry group of fast Canadians from Alberta. We settled into a nice pace as we dropped into agricultural area just outside of Coolidge AZ. As we descended past the Community College the temperature continued to drop. Later in the day, Dick Wiss mentioned his Garmin computer registered a very cold 24 degrees in this section of the ride!

Soon we were on the Pinal Parkway heading toward the sun and the first checkpoint at the Tom Mix roadside memorial. The group worked well together in a single file pace line and our spirits lifted with the increasing temperatures! We were in and out the checkpoint within ten minutes, our group of ten still intact. Now that I was warm and sweating my heart rate monitor was working fine! As the grade and pace increased, I let the group go and settled into my own pace and enjoyed the very lovely morning. I recorded the following video just as I reached the "summit" at about the 63 mile mark:

I rolled through Oro Valley and stopped at the Circle K on Tangerine to refill my bottles, down a Starbucks Frappachino (Caffeine and sugar, yummy), peel off a few layers and add sunscreen. Back on Tangerine, I turned left on Twin Peaks Road for the descent to I-10 and Silverbell road. It is a new road that leads to a new overpass at I-10 and is a huge route improvement!

I caught Dick Wiss at a stoplight on Silverbell and we rode together to the control at Kinny Road. Here we were greeted by volunteers at the checkpoint offering sandwiches and Cokes.

Volunteers seeking shade!

Soon Dick and I were rolling out of the checkpoint heading north toward the finish. As we cleared the Desert Museum we were greeted with a stout headwind that stayed with us until we made the final turn westward only a few miles from the finish. We also came upon the local rider often spotted in the area known as The Wolf.

We worked together to the Circle K in Marana and as we headed up the dreaded I-10 frontage road I started to suffer, and Dick did most of the work dragging us along and keeping the conversation going. When we pulled off at Picacho School Road I told Dick to go ahead and I backed it off a little further. I limped into Eloy and stopped at the Circle K there for one last reload of water bottles. I needed a jolt, so I pounded down a Starbucks Doubleshot.

As I headed up toward the information control, the Doubleshot did its magic and I was able to generate some good power and speed for the last 20 miles of the ride.

Its a secret!

I rolled into the Round Trip Bike Shop just before 6 pm for a time of 11 hours and 55 minutes. I visited with Russ, Dick, and the checkpoint volunteers for a few minutes then headed back to Tempe, happy that this one was behind me.

Steve Atkins

Casa Grande Ruins 200km Brevet

2011-01-11T21:41:00.000-07:00

Ride Report

The Southern Arizona Randonneurs 2011 brevet season started with a very well attended 200km brevet on January 8, 2011. Over 60 riders, a new record, set out from the Round Trip Bike shop in Casa Grande at 7:30am heading out for the first of two legs to this 200km brevet. I arrived and checked in with plenty of time and was very excited to see such a great turnout, lots of new riders and many of the 'usual suspects!'

The group rolled out without Susan's brevet-mobile 'lead out' since a number of riders had not yet checked in at departure time. We settled into a nice controlled pace as we headed out of town. By the time we reached the I-10 overpass, a group of about 20+ riders had formed at the front and we worked together making great time to the first checkpoint at the ruins, only minutes after it opened at 9am.

Last year I was amazed by the speed of the check-in and ended up being left behind. This year I bolted to the restroom first to reload my water, then get my card stamped, and then get back on the bike. Even then, about 6 riders were already gone. I set out and tacked onto a group that caught me and by the time we turned onto Martin road, the group had reformed with about 12 riders. We worked together and were back at the bike shop just after 10am.

When we arrived I went right to my Suburban and reloaded food and got rid of one layer and my booties. I checked in at the bike shop and was back on the road with two other riders. We rode together out of town and I dropped off when the pace picked up. Soon the large group caught me and I tacked on. I stayed with them as we entered the reservation and took a few pulls at the front. Once we hit the rollers, I decided the pace was a little too hot and dropped off. A tandem and one rider from the Canadian team had the same idea and we formed our own little group and worked well together to the turnaround on Indian 15.

Susan Plonsky at the Lunch Turn-around

After a Coke and a wrap I was back on my way towards Casa Grande. The tandem team and I shared the work much of the way through the reservation. They decided to take a break and I continued on alone. They caught me again just as we left the reservation, but flatted soon thereafter. They had everything they needed for the repair, so I rode the in rest of the way solo.

I arrived back at the shop a little after 2pm, (6 hrs 40 min). I was very happy with my time and had a great day on the bike. The weather was cool and sunny, the winds were light, and it was a great start to the 2011 brevet season. I am already looking forward to the Saguaro National Monument 300km brevet in just three weeks!

Steve Atkins

EOP Ride

2010-10-24T08:51:00.000-07:00

Yesterday the San Tan team rode to the End of Pavement (EOP) east of Tortilla Flats. The weather was perfect and 6 of us made the round trip from the Paragon Bike shop in Mesa.

Its exactly 50 miles from my house to the EOP, and Paragon is right on the way, so I was able to get in a nice century ride by riding to and from the shop to join the ride.

It takes about an hour to ride to the shop, so I left the house with lights on at 6 am. The weather has finally turned cool, so I also added a few layers as well.

We pressed out of Paragon at 7. Route finding from there is easy. Take Brown to the Apache Trail, turn left and ride until the pavement turns to dirt. Turn around and return, three cue sheet entries for 70 miles of riding!

The Team at the End of Pavement

We rode in a paceline until we hit the hills then our little group split and regrouped several times (Canyon Lake, EOP, Marina for water refills).

Scott set a tremendous pace returning on the Apache Trail with us mere mortals hanging onto his wheel by a thread!

When we reached Brown on the return I bid the group farewell and enjoyed a more modest pace back home. I rolled into the garage at 1:15 pm.

Great day on the bike!

Whitney Classic 2010 Ride Report

2010-10-02T11:09:00.000-07:00

Whitney Times September 26, 2010 Vol. XI

Solo: This was my 11th Whitney Classic and my 6th solo effort. Normally I would hoodwink some unsuspecting person or persons (ex. Mom, Dad, Wife, Sister, Friend, homeless guy on Mill Ave.) to accompany me to California, drive the support and gear vehicle (SAG), stay up all night, and share the experience that is the Whitney. This year, however, schedule conflicts of those that were willing to SAG and my desire to ride unsupported resulted in me heading out to California alone in Debby's Suburban.

Chiraco Summit, California

Chiraco Summit, California is about half-way between Tempe and Lone Pine. I discovered this fact courtesy of Debby's Garmin Nuvi GPS unit. I know this route by heart, but thought it would be helpful to have a little company on the road, so I plugged it in for the trip. Also for a change of pace, I reprogrammed the Nuvi so it had a female 'voice' with an Aussie accent. Whenever I got a little lonely on the road, I would exit and she would come on to tell me she was 'recalculating' and then would instruct me to get back on the road! As I passed Chiraco Summit she told me I was half-way to Lone Pine!

I arrived in Lone Pine about 8 hours after I left the office, checked in with the race officials, grabbed a Subway sandwich for dinner and made my way to the Lone Pine Park for the pre-ride worship service. It was great to see all my Summit friends, meet a few new ones, and enjoy a unique worship and gathering in the park.

My Trusty Steed, very reflective in the RV Parking Lot

The main reason I drove the Suburban to the Whitney instead of my uber efficient Mini Cooper is that the Dow Villa Motel (my favorite in town) was booked. The only room that was available in town was $130 per night! So I figured I would spend about $60 extra in gas, but save $260 in motel costs by sleeping in the Suburban! So after worship, I stopped at the Joseph's grocery to pick up a few items and returned to the parking area where all the Good Samaritan RV Volunteers were parked. I slipped in between two RVs and set about getting my bike ready for the ride. Finally ready to go, I laid out my sleeping bag and pad, put in my earplugs, and easily fell fast asleep in the back of the truck.

The first rays of daylight illuminate Mt. Whitney

I woke at dawn and headed into town for a light breakfast and returned to the Headquarters to take the bike out for a quick shake-down ride. Since I had no SAG, I put my bike in one of the Summit Staff trucks and caught a ride with Ginger to the starting line.

Returning to Lone Pine after checking out the bike

A new sponsor of the Whitney, the Panamint Springs Resort, offered to serve a pancake brunch in lieu of the normal rider breakfast at the VFW Hall in Lone Pine. So we left Lone Pine and headed toward Panamint springs resort. Panamint is about the half-way point of the ride in linear distance.

Spinner and Graham chilling under the tent at Panamint

The rider brunch (pancakes, eggs, bacon and sausage) was finished by noon and soon we were wheeling out way to our next stop at Stovepipe wells. I joked that it was kinda chilly at 108 and Ginger suggested I put on her cap to to stay warm. We loitered about the store for a little while then were off to the Furnace Creek visitor center, for one last blast of air conditioning before the event.

I think the hat made some people angry!

Soon we were at the Badwater starting line. I grabbed my bike from the truck and finished putting on my gear. Ginger was ready to take my 'before' photo and I hopped on my bike to ride down to the restroom.

At the start

With the photo done, I mount up and ride down to the restroom. Ping ping ping! It sounded like I had a broken spoke! How could that be, with no SAG I figured I was toast! I checked each spoke, no, none were broken. I got back on the bike, Ping ping ping! I thought maybe the wheels were clicking from the heat, I checked the quick releases, and anyway the pinging lessened as I rode back to the start line.

I was checking over my bike and this couple drove up and started talking to me in German. Of course they assumed since I was wearing a replica of the Champion of Germany jersey they thought I was German! I explained it was a gift from my son who spent a year there. They asked about the race and I told them, 200 kilometers from here to Mt. Whitney. They looked at each other in disbelief, then back at me with both thumbs up!

We had a safety briefing, prayer, then we were off. Janet Nye, new board member and riding her first Whitney, told me that my rear light was rubbing my rear spokes, D'oh! That was the pinging sound! I stopped, adjusted the light, and was off into the heat.

I let the fast movers go and settled into a steady pace into the hot headwind that would be present for most of the event.

Rolling out of the first SAG at Furnace Creek

I reached the first SAG in about an hour and had drained both water bottles. I used Hammer Sustained Energy in the first bottle and plain water in the second. By the time I got to the bottom half of the second bottle the water was HOT. When I reached the second SAG at 5:25; Dan Harbuck was there with the Enterprise truck. He was the broom wagon sweeping up the SAG gear as the last riders cleared each SAG stop. There was one team behind me, and as they cleared each SAG Dan would load up and press ahead. He would always pull over and check if I needed anything. I took several bottles of water in between SAGs in Death Valley and still became quite dehydrated!

The Dunes between Scotty's Castle turnoff and Stovepipe Wells

I had noticed at the start that my headlight was not working. Luckily, I put a spare in my handlebar bag at the start. When I arrived at Stovepipe at 6 pm, I was hot, dizzy, and in need of 4 AA batteries for my light. I bought the batteries, checked into the SAG, grabbed a Coke and tried to revive my headlight. Putting new batteries in did not help, so I gave the light to Dan, and put on my spare, and tucked the new batteries in my jersey pocket in case I needed them later. I was hot, dehydrated, and knew if I sat around I would stiffen up. So I reloaded my water, drank most of the coke and pushed out of the SAG at 6:06. I found a steady pace and made my way up the hill to the Wild Rose SAG. I arrived at wild rose at 7:40, grabbed a Mountain Dew and an extra water bottle and was on my way to Townes Pass. I reached Townes at 9:27, reloaded and was again out just a few minutes later.

It was chilly at the top of Townes, but I didn't want to put on a jacket. I knew it would be hot again in the bottom of Panamint Valley, so I rode the brakes for the first 1500 feet of descent to keep my speed down and reduce the wind chill. Once the air warmed, I was off the brakes and freewheeling down the hill at about 50 mph. Again the wind was in my face and that held me up somewhat. I bottomed out in the heat of Panamint Valley and was in and out the Panamint control in 4 minutes at about 10:10.

Normally the ride up to Fr. Crowley and Hillcrest is quite enjoyable. While the moon was out and the landscape fully illuminated, the headwind was annoying and slowed my progress considerably. Soon however, I was rolling into the fully paved and upgraded Fr. Crowley turnout just before midnight. I asked about the weather at Hillcrest, and the Sammers thought it would be about the same as Crowley.

I reached the Hammer radio relay station at Hillcrest and noted the cold headwind and decided to stop and layer up; wool socks, full leg warmers, long sleeve polypro base layer, skull cap, and long gloves. A few meters later I descended into the 'ice box' a depression in the topography that is always 10-15 degrees colder. It was and I powered through, now the headwind was actually a help as my body temp increased because of working into the wind.

Once I reached the top, the winds subsided and I flashed through the Keeler and Darwin Sag stops spending 5-8 minutes at each one to check in and reload my bottles. I reached the Lone Pine HQ Sag at 3 am and rolled over to the Suburban to drop some gear and grab a few gels. I checked out and was back on the road in 10 minutes.

Lone Pine is a pretty quiet place at 3 am, and I rolled through town and turned left up the Portal road. Soon I realized my gearing on my race bike was a little too strong and I spent much of the climb out of the saddle fighting the gears up the very steep sections to the last SAG stop just below the switchbacks. I pulled in and had a hot chocolate before I made the final push up the road.

Clearing the last switchback just before dawn

Ginger had driven down from the finish to chronicle my progress over the last few miles and shout out some welcome encouragement. I cleared the last hairpin climb/turn under the Premier Buttress and rolled into the finish line at 6:30 am!

Rolling into the finish at 6:30 am!

Very happy to have this one in the Bag!

Speaking of bags, Ginger 'bagged' me as I enjoyed a hot chocolate at the very chilly finish line Sunday morning.

Your humble correspondent, 'in the bag!'

I lingered for a few minutes then said, "I think I need to get off this mountain!" I put my bike in a Summit truck and rode down to the HQ with Kelly in one of the staff cars. Kelly offered me the shower in one of the staff rooms at the hotel, I showered, put on my compression gear, and crawled into the Suburban for a nap. I woke a few hours later, retrieved my bike and headed back to the Lone Pine Park for the pizza party and post-ride awards.

Collecting my awards for top individual fund raiser!

I am happy to report that after 11 years I finally finished first! I was the fastest solo rider (OK I was the only solo rider) and the top individual fund raiser.

Thank you! As of this writing we are over my goal of raising $10,000 for Summit. With a matching donation from the Dell Foundation (Thanks Mary!) that will arrive later I think we have a shot of exceeding $12,000! Summit really needs a strong Whitney to supplement the cash flow in the winter, and many of you on my support team have been loyal supporters year after year. Thank you!!!

If you have not made that donation yet, there is still time, click here, and indicate Atkins WC in the purpose box.

Last thoughts: I have ridden many events that are longer than the Whitney, but few match the challenge of riding through the heat, night, and hills, of the Whitney. The uphill finish and cold at the top really add an exclamation point to the ride. But the support, encouragement, and connection with a ministry that I love draws me back to Lone Pine year after year. Yes, I am already making plans for next year....

Park Tool Pizza Cutter was one prizes I received at this year's Whitney!

Steve Atkins
Phil 4:13 "I can do all things in Christ who strengthens me."

Whitney Classic Fund Raiser

2010-09-04T22:09:00.000-07:00

Yes, its that time of year again…The 29^th Annual Whitney Classic Bike Ride, Summit Adventure’s main fundraising event, will take place on September 25^th-26^th .The Whitney is an adventurous 135-mile bike ride that starts at 3:00 p.m. at Badwater, Death Valley, California (282 ft. below sea level), continues through the night and finishes the next morning at the portals at Mt. Whitney (8365 feet above sea level). The ride includes three major climbs of 17 miles, 13 miles and 13 miles, two of which by Tour de France classifications are considered “Out of Category” which to you and me means “really, really steep.” Total elevation gain for the ride is 15,300 feet.

This is my 11^th Whitney! What, are you nuts? Yes, nuts and addicted to this awesome ride. I love to ride, I love Summit Adventure, and I love this event. Nothing matches the awesome course, camaraderie of the participants, and incredible support from Summit Staff and volunteers. Many of you have been loyal supporters of Summit all these years. I cannot thank you enough!

Each year is a different challenge; this year will be my 6th solo ride. My reasons for riding solo are two fold: 1) In preparation for the 2011 Paris-Brest-Paris Randonneur and 2) I am running of prospective teammates!

In the past ten years, through your generous support, we have contributed over $100,000 to Summit Adventure! Thank you! Here’s where you come in: I have set a goal to raise $10,000 for this year’s Whitney. Our course income provides for only 45 percent of our budget. The rest comes through fund raising events such as the Whitney Classic. I served as a member of the Summit Board of Directors and know how critical a successful Whitney is to the financial health of the ministry. Debby, Mark, Michael and I have all participated on Summit courses over the years and have been deeply impacted by this great ministry! We all love Summit. That’s why I ride!

Please join my support team and send in your donation today! (Donate online by clicking here and indicate ‘Atkins WC’ in the purpose box on the following page).

Please pray with me for a safe, successful event. Thank you and God bless!

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Oregon Blue Mountain 1000 Brevet

2010-06-18T17:20:00.000-07:00

Ride Report
June 2010
Steve Atkins

Pre-ride:

One of my ride goals is to return to the Paris-Brest-Paris 1200 in 2011. Due to the increasing popularity of the ride, and randonneuring in general, the organizers in France have indicated they may somehow limit the number of riders (there were over 5000 starters in 2007). The event is held every four years. While an exact formula has not been finalized to establish each country’s ‘quota,’ there are two things an aspiring 2011 participant can do to increase their chances: 1) ride a full super-randonneur series (200, 300, 400, and 600 kilometer brevets) and 2) complete a 1000 kilometer brevet in 2010.

I completed the Casa Grande super-randonneur series this spring and was looking for a 1000k event. At the same time, Debby has been helping out her mom in Oregon with many trips to Coos Bay. She noted the great scenery, abundant riding and said I should look for a brevet in Oregon. Instantly I was on the RUSA (Randonneurs USA) website and found the Oregon Blue Mountain 1000. I signed up immediately! It fit perfectly into the summer schedule, and Deb could visit her mom while I did the ride.

I arrived in Portland, collected my bag and bike box, picked up my Priceline.com rental car and headed toward the start at the Motel 6 in The Dalles, Oregon. It’s only a 45-mile drive, but it was packed with great views of the Columbia River Gorge. I stopped at the Bonneville Dam, Generating Station, and Locks about halfway to The Dalles. I was surprised at the security checkpoint before proceeding to the dam. Once in the compound, the security check made sense. The access road is directly adjacent to the generating station. There was no boat or barge traffic in the locks, so I wandered around, took a few pictures and headed down the road.

I checked into my room at the Motel 6, assembled my bike, and was soon on the road for a little ‘shake down’ ride to make sure every thing was working on the bike, and to ride the first few miles of the course. I headed out, with a great tailwind, thinking I shouldn’t go too far since the return will be into the wind. When I crossed the Columbia River about 7 miles into the route, I decided to head back to my room and find a dinner spot. When I spun around, I had my first of many views of Mt. Hood!

Just outside of town I noticed the HiWay House restaurant. Kind of dumpy on the outside, but the parking lot was full, with lots of dirty pickup trucks, so I figured it was a prime target. Bingo! It was a great pre-ride meal with local brew, great chicken pesto pasta, and homemade bread. Even complimentary peppermint ice cream. The HiWay House has been in the same family for many years. At one time the founders lived in the apartment above the restaurant, my server told me. They have long since passed away and the children run the place, but she is convinced the place is haunted. All I know is was a great place to enjoy a pre-ride meal.

I stopped at a convenience store to pick up a chocolate milk (for breakfast) and Coors ‘Tallboy” (for a nite-cap) and returned to my well-appointed room at the Motel 6.

Day 1: The Dalles to North Powder

The ride start was 7 am in the registration parking area of the opulent Motel 6. I checked in and chatted with a few of the other 25 or so participants. We rolled out right on time and by the time we crossed the Columbia River a small group of riders formed at the front and I decided to bridge up and join in. We were at the first control; 57 miles in three hours. While we were moving fast, it was very evenly paced.

Our group was out of the first control in Roosevelt (mini-market) and back on the road in no time. We continued at a very even pace in a double pace line. The course was following the Columbia River upstream, winds were calm, and the temperature was perfect. We were in the next control at the Umatilla Tesoro Station in another three hours. 107 miles in six hours is a great pace.

I did a quick reload of my water bottles (with Sustained Energy) and downed a chocolate milk and was ready to go. Three of us left the control and headed out of town. As we climbed out of the river flood plain we were greeted by an annoying headwind. As the climb started I dropped back and let the two other riders go and started the 60 mile climb to the next control at Tollgate Pass at my own pace.

The ride went through very interesting farmland. A good portion was following a creek upstream in a deep ravine well protected from the wind. I think the temperatures were in the nineties, but with the headwind, it was not so bad. Two riders (Robin and Eric from the Seattle Randonneurs) caught me and we rode together as we climbed out of the creek onto an exposed plateau with some serious rollers and a strong headwind. Along this section, you could see the wind currents on the surface of the wheat that was planted as far as the eye could see!

Robin and Eric were going at a pace a little too hot for me, so I dropped off and rode into the next town (Athena) alone. As I rolled into town, Eric yelled hello from a bench outside a grocery. I stopped, commiserated with Eric about the heat, and reloaded my bottles as he headed out of town.

The grade steepened for next 25 miles to the Tollgate control. The climb was a steady grade through beautiful farm and forest land. I was at the Tollgate control as the sun set and the temperature was dropping like a rock! Happily, the organizer had hot soup at this indoor control. So, after a Coke, and a bowl of hot potato soup, I layered up and headed down for a 2600 foot descent along a water course to Elgin.

After Elgin, it was 40 miles of flat, dark, and generally unremarkable riding to the controls at La Grande and Union. The last 10 miles to the overnight included a little climb that would be nothing at the beginning of a day, but was something after 230 miles of riding. The course went though a pass shared by a Union Pacific rail line. So riding alone, no moon, billions of stars, it was me, and a Union Pacific train grinding up the hill. Many of our brevets in Casa Grande AZ follow rail lines. I am always impressed by the noise and power of those great machines.

I was happy to hear the squealing and grinding of brakes from the train as the rail bed (much higher on the slope) reached its summit and started its descent. Soon I was bombing down the hill into the darkened town of North Powder (the lights were out since 11 pm due to a car crash into a power pole). I rolled into the control at 1:23 am Sunday morning.

Since power was out, I had to hang my headlamp over the shower pole (lucky the hot water was from natural gas!) to clean up. I had a nice meal of a turkey sandwich, hot soup, and enjoyed a campfire with the owners of the motel that was our control. I inserted my earplugs and then slipped into my assigned bed (with another rider already sleeping) for three hours of sleep.

Day 2 : North Powder to Mitchell

I awoke at 5 am, so I slipped out of bed and dressed in the motel laundry room so as not to wake by room and bed mates. I had a nice breakfast at the control (the power was back on) and was on the road by 6 am.

Riding alone, and about 10 miles into the ride, I noticed a rider coming up from behind. Suddenly, BANG, something whacked my helmet. It felt like someone threw a water bottle and hit me in the head. I turned around expecting to see a rider, but it was hawk setting up for another pass at my helmet. I ducked, yelled and waved my arms and she veered off. She followed me for a few hundred meters making all kinds of noise, and then she returned to a tree I had just ridden under. Good thing I had my chin strap on, or my helmet might have become a mobile home for some hawk family!

Once the climbing started I pulled off to take off a layer or two and slather on some sun screen. A pace line of 6 or so riders from the event approached, made sure I was OK, and then on were on their way. I thought about chasing them down for about 2 seconds, then decided it would be a good day to ride alone and enjoy the mountain scenery.

I rolled up to the Phillips Reservoir and pulled off for a little break and some photos in a picnic area. In between the loud roar of motorcycles (there was a motorcycle festival in nearby Baker City); it was relaxing to sit and listen to the birds and the sound of the breeze blowing through the trees. With many miles to go, I saddled up and headed to the next control at Austin House.

Just a mile before the control, spring water was available from this pipe. I filled up both bottles and arrived at the control a few minutes later. The group that passed me earlier was still there, but preparing to leave. I bought a chocolate milk and can of chicken soup and sat down in the shade. This combination gas station, store, restaurant was hopping.

Of course there were about a million motorcyclists! Another group of cyclists from Davis California was also there. They were touring and riding with full panniers and heading in the opposite direction to Baker City. We visited for a while, and then I rolled out for the third climb of the day!

I rolled into Prairie City with a great view of the Strawberry Mountains. The route goes around the mountain and includes some great climbing and scenery. I made a wrong turn just outside of town and ended up adding 6 miles to the day. I rolled into the control at the Parish Cabin Forest Service Campground, had a Coke, and was on my way. From here the course drops into to the town of John Day. I stopped at the Dairy Queen to pull on my night gear, have a hot dog, fries, and a chocolate milk. The course follows the John Day river to the next control in Dayville. Although it was downhill, the headwinds made most of the ride seem uphill!

I arrived at the Dayville control at 2300. This is a staffed control (a volunteer staffs the control) and there was more of that great hot potato soup. This control is at the base of 25 miles of climbing, before a fast steep drop into the town of Mitchell.

The sleep monster had been absent on the ride so far, but on the climb he decided to make a visit. I kept him at bay by stopping, turning off my lights, and enjoying the star-filled night sky for a moment or two. With no moon, no city lights, and no cars, the stars were breathtaking and the Milky Way was clearly visible. Once I was fully awake again, I would start back up the hill.

As I continued up the hill, with the sleep monster nipping at my heels, I noticed a tree up ahead that looked like there were hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at me! My first thought was; am I dreaming? Then as I got closer; are those birds or bats? When I pulled up, I stopped to take a closer look. With the wind, the ‘eyes’ were swinging back and forth and it was more than a little spooky until I realized there were hundreds of running shoes hanging in the tree. The ‘eyes’ were the tabs of reflective material on the shoes that really lit up from my LED headlamp!

Check out this website for more on the Shoe Tree: http://www.autumnwindstudios.com/pallisades.html

Soon I was blasting down a 6 percent Grade into the town of Mitchell and the overnight control. I rolled into the Oregon Hotel about 2:30 am Monday morning, enjoyed a great dinner of chicken pasta, with a side of blueberries (excellent anti-oxidants), showered, and was assigned a bed in a room that was just ‘opened’ (no room or bed mates, yet!).

Day 3: Mitchell to The Dalles

I again awoke before my wake-up call and feeling rested after three hours of sleep, I decided to get going. No bed mate, but since I had a roommate I slipped down the hall and dressed in an unoccupied room, then headed downstairs to the control. 5 riders were preparing to leave. I did not want to ride alone today with the headwinds, so I decided to skip breakfast and pounded down a coffee and a gel to be ready when they left. Since there were a couple of floor pumps around I decided to check my tires. I am glad I did, they were down to 60 pounds of pressure! So I pumped them back up to 90 and left the control with Sofie, Jan, Bob, Eric, and Robin at 0700. Our little group would stay together for the whole day.

Day 3 has the fewest miles but the most climbing of the event. The start from Mitchell was a nice uphill grade to warm-up on and soon we were on a 10 mile descent back to the John Day River. The geology and rock formations were spectacular and totally different from the first 2 days. Our little group worked well together as we powered up and down the first 4 climbs of the day.

We stopped at the café in Antelope for a light lunch and were soon on our way to Shaniko. For the majority of the day, the headwinds had been light, and somewhat refreshing as the temperatures increased during the day. When we left Shaniko and hit Bakeoven road, we faced headwinds we estimated at 20 mph, gusting to 35 mph. In fact the headwind was so loud we could not hear a motorcycle approaching from behind. He ‘buzzed’ us at high speed, gave us the one finger salute and accelerated up the road. He must have been frustrated because we had formed a double pace line echeloned into the wind. About an hour and a half later, we came upon an accident scene. The deputy sheriff waved us through the motorcycle debris spread all over the road. Next to the officer was the remains of a deer (beheaded from the impact) and about 200 feet from there was the remains of the motorcycle that passed us earlier, in the ditch next to the road. We found out later the rider who greeted us so ‘kindly’ earlier was enjoying a LifeFlight to Portland!

We continued our descent into Maupin and decided a Pizza from Deschutes Pizza Co. was in order. The slice of pie and a Coke was just the jolt I needed to cover the last two climbs of the day. Cresting the last hill, about 30 miles from the finish, we were again greeted with the huge headwind/crosswind. We stopped and I put on all the clothes I was carrying and was still freezing as we made our way back to The Dalles.

We found the last information control on the edge of town and rolled into the Welcoming Motel 6 at 2343! We turned in our cards, checked into our rooms, and made a beeline for the 24 hour Denny’s just down the road for a post-ride feast!

Click here to view all my pictures from this ride.

Thanks:

John Kramer and Dave Reed of the Oregon Randonneurs organized this outstanding event.They put together an awesome route that was both physically challenging (36,500 feet of climbing over 622 miles) and ascetically breathtaking! Their team of volunteers made an excellent brevet even better.

Sophie, Jan, Bob, Eric, and Robin made the last day of this event even more enjoyable. Their humor, strength, and riding skill made a difficult day of riding very fun indeed!

Most importantly, Debby, who puts up with my riding addiction and suggested I find a brevet in Oregon this summer!

Camp Verde to Flagstaff Training Ride

2010-05-22T18:47:00.000-07:00

Camp Verde to Flagstaff Training Ride

May 15, 2010

I have ridden this route a number of times. This is one of my favorite Arizona rides! Generally when it gets hot in the Valley and I want to get some climbing and altitude I head toward Camp Verde. Susan Plonsky, our Regional Brevet Administrator suggested I modify the route to make it 'permanent' worthy. That is, find a start/finish with a commercial business that can print a receipt to document start and finish times. I pulled out the old Topo USA program and went to work. If I moved the start from the Clear Creek RV resort back to the Historic Downtown Camp Verde, that would be just over 300k to the Flagstaff city limit sign. So I packed the Mini Cooper with my trusty steed and I headed up the big hill toward Camp Verde. I left the house at about 0415 and was in the downtown area just before 0600.BINGO! A 24 hour Circle K is right downtown. I parked across the street in a big strip mall and got ready to go. I went in, bought an extra bottle of water (the first 'checkpoint' is 40 miles away, I figured I would need three bottles to get there) and got a receipt. Time out 0615!

Here at the top of hill, looking back at the 6% grade warning. I took my time today enjoying the climb. The view back toward Sedona was great:

Its about 32 miles to the top of the Mogollon Rim where you reach a 7450 elevation marker. Then AZ 87 narrows, but a nice downhill takes you to the first checkpoint at Clints Wells. There is a post office (more like a shed), Mustang convenience store, and restaurant here. As you can see below, it was hopping Saturday morning:

Water here is available at this tap, no charge for two water bottles! I topped off my bottles, bought a chocolate milk and headed out toward Mormon Lake. Its just a few tenths of a mile for the left turn onto Lake Mary Road.

The road widens again and has a great shoulder. There are lots of rollers from here to Flagstaff. Clints Wells is at 7000 feet and we will climb up to about 7500 just past old Happy Jack before descending again to Mormon Lake. Here is the ranger station that is closed in old Happy Jack:

Just a little more climbing from here, then a short descent to the next checkpoint at Mormon Lake. There are all kinds here; cyclists, bikers, horseback riders, 4 wheelers, ATVs and lots of folks just trying to get out of the heat. I grab another chocolate milk, water, and a receipt and I am on my way.

Mormon Lake Lodge, Restaurant, and Store

Its about 7 miles on Mormon Lake road before you rejoin Lake Mary Road for the final push to the Flagstaff City Limit. I was jotting down my mileage at the turn when this dude rolled up. He had a buddy from Flagstaff that was riding with him for this leg of his journey. I thought I was riding a long way today. My ride is nothing, this guy is riding to Oregon. He recently had a knee replaced and this ride was his rehabilitation! We visited for quite a while, then I was on my way.
About a mile after the turn-around at the Flagstaff City limits sign, you can reload again at the Lake Mary Country Store. There is a great picnic table out front so I bought some lunch and plopped down. One of the guys working came out and joined me while I had a little lunch. We talked about boys and toys. We talked about bikes, his friends race car, and then he pointed out this grader parked a few yards away. He collects the Yellow Iron as his hobby and does earth moving side jobs in addition to working at the store to help pay the rent!

As I rolled out of the store on my way back to Mormon Lake I stopped at this overlook on Lake Mary. The butte in the distance is just west of Mormon Lake, the next checkpoint.

Soon I was back at the store at Mormon Lake. I considered going into the restaurant, but decided to head back, so one more chocolate milk, and I was on my way. Then this guy, Dublin Driscoll rolls up on this motorized Chinese bicycle and kid trailer.

Dublin is on his way to New Mexico. His rig gets about 100 miles to the gallon. The only drawbacks; on steep hills it has a tendency to stall and his trailer has about 80 pounds of gear! We were heading the same direction, I would catch him on the hills, but he would pull away on the flats. On the climb to Happy Jack he stalled out and turned around. He called out; "I've changed my mind!" I rolled up and decided to take a break and visit with Dublin. He had come to the conclusion that his rig was better suited for the shoulder of the interstate where the grades were more consistent. This 'short-cut' was just a little too steep. Also, we discussed how little shoulder the AZ87 has, and how his trailer would be hanging well into the highway.

He was wearing a faded hi-vis vest and his flags say "Jesus" "Died" "For" "You." I told him good luck and "Vaya con Dios," which he shouted back to me, and we went our separate ways.
I pulled into the Mustang Market with the sun setting and the temperature dropping, I pulled on my night gear (with my nifty new WalMart Hi-Vis vest), arm and leg warmers, and tossed down the last chocolate milk for the day.

This next section can be a little intimidating. The road is narrow, but traffic was light, and before I knew it, I was back at the 7450 elevation sign and ready to bomb down the 87 to toward the AZ260 turn. The sun had set and I pulled over to take this photo:

The moon and stars were out and traffic was very light. Soon I was on the big descent toward Camp Verde. With my Schmidt engaged and a slight headwind, I don't think I reached much over 40 mph on the descent!

Riding past the Clear Creek RV resort I thought, if you had started here, you'd be done now. As it was, I still had 6 miles to the finish in Historic Downtown Camp Verde! Its slightly downhill, except for the last half mile into town, and went by quickly. Actually, it was probably better to spin easily for a few miles before climbing back into the car for the ride home.

I bought a big Mountain Dew and pulled a receipt at the Circle K. It was a little after 9, and the only place open was the Circle K. I packed up and headed home.

This was one of the most enjoyable days I have spent on the bike. Great route, awesome scenery, perfect weather, and interesting characters. Hopefully next time I ride, it will be a RUSA permanent!

Tombstone 600K Brevet

2010-04-27T21:03:00.000-07:00

April 2010
It was a busy week before the 600 so I packed most of my gear earlier in the week. Friday night, the Corona High School Band and Arizona Wind Symphony held a concert lakeside at Tempe Town Lake. Since my son Michael plays in the Corona Band and my wife is a flute player with the Arizona Winds, I knew I would be rushing around after the concert, packing last minute items, and trying to get some sleep. With a 3:30 am wake-up; I only got a few hours sleep, and my story begins:

With a coffee in hand, I pointed the Suburban towards Casa Grande and reached the WalMart parking lot just before 4:30am. I was together and ready to go for the pre-ride meeting where Lonnie Epic Wolfe and I were visiting and comparing lighting systems. Lonnie and I rode together on many brevets, including the Epic 400.

Soon we were on our way and into the pre-dawn darkness of Arizola road. The usual suspects formed a fast group and I tacked on to the back. Once the group accelerated on Jimmy Kerr Road, I let them go and decided not to join in. Soon Rebbecca, Scott and Ryan caught me from behind and we formed a nice little group that stayed together all the way to Mile Wide Road. Lonnie and Joe from Utah also joined in so we were able to spread the work around.
Here we are at the first control. Rebbecca is phoning in her blog update. Very Cool. Soon we were heading up Sandario road and Scott (I think) had a loud clicking sound coming from his rear wheel. We pulled over to discover that a nail had lodged itself into his armored tire and did not puncture!Lonnie and I at Picture Rocks very early in the ride. Lonnie was riding with his 'wing man' Joe Schoney from Utah. We had great conversations all the way to Mission Road.

I was planning on skipping the sleep stop in Elgin, and since Lonnie and Joe were planning on sleeping there, I decided to pick up the pace a little and left our little group. Soon I was in Green Valley at a convenience store picking up some lunch. At this point the winds were moderate and the weather was perfect. Soon I was heading up the climb to Sonoita. There was a slight tail wind that made the climbing a little easier. I remembered to pick up an extra water bottle at the Road Runner Market on Houghten road in Tucson. The last time I rode this brevet, I ran out of water on the climb... not recommended.
I rolled into the Elgin Community Club to find Susan Plonsky hard at work making dinner. I changed into some dry clothes, had some food and was soon on my way to Tombstone.

As I was heading out I noticed this cattle guard warning sign. About half the cattle guards on the ride had gaps in the rails big enough to consume an unsuspecting rider's wheels (see training ride blog entry below!). If only the guards in Maricopa County had the helpful warning like these did in Cochise County!

Soon I was on the main road toward Tombstone. Downhill with the wind, the sun setting on the Cochise Stronghold Mountains, and feeling pretty good, the ride was going very well. Leaving Mustang corner (about 15 miles from Tombstone) I started seeing the first riders on the return trip. I rolled into the Circle K at sundown and grabbed a Chocolate Milk and a receipt as this is an official control point and turn-around.

Now the blessed tailwind was a cursed headwind. But with the sun going down, it eased off. What didn't ease off, was my fatigue from lack of sleep. It was only 7:30pm when I left Tombstone and 9:00pm when I arrived back at Mustang Corner. I grabbed a milk, sat in a chair out front and dozed off holding my cue sheet. A few riders came through, I think, while I was dozing. I got back on the bike hoping my power nap would revive me. It didn't. I rolled back into the checkpoint in Elgin at about 10:30. I ate some dinner changed again into some dry clothes and decided to nap. Problem: it was very cold in the unheated Elgin Club and I tried to sleep on the floor with only my clothes and a towel. Eventually I used some cushions from the couch that got me off the cold floor, but with my sleeping bag back a the start, I could not stay warm.

After waking up several times I decided that it would be warmer to get on the bike and get going. I am not sure when I left Elgin, it was probably about 3 am. It was a spectacular night, nearly full moon about to set, lots of stars, no cars on the road, but plenty cold. I rolled into a Border Patrol checkpoint where I visited with three very bored officers. We chatted until I started getting cold, then I said thanks, and headed up the last mile of the climb out of Sonoita.

Soon I was barreling down the descent into Tucson. I did not get sleepy again until the sun came up. Lucky for me a brand new McDonalds was open at the I-19 highway so I rolled right in for a Big Brevet Breakfast!

Fully nourished, I was climbing Helmet Peak stripping off layers and slathering on the sunscreen. I noticed that yesterday's tailwinds were becoming today's headwind! As I continued on the winds would increase for the rest of the ride.

Soon I was at Ajo highway where traffic was stopped for the Tour of Tucson Mountains Bike Event. I crossed the route and headed into the Saguaro National Monument, which was spectacular! Our route continued to Sandario road, where I rejoined the race in progress. There were many riders strung out on the route. I must have joined at the back of the race because I was passing many riders and a number of them jumped on my wheel for a free ride.

I left the 'race' in Marana and stopped at the last official checkpoint, grabbed a coke, hot dog and chips and took a nice break. While I was eating my lunch I had a great conversation with a Harley rider who was sharing the shade. He was off to Maricopa to visit his sister.
One last stop in Eloy at the Circle K because my knee flared up. I was icing it down when Tom Baker rolled through. He had left Elgin several hours after I did and was making great time. He left while I was still nursing my knee. I made one more stop for Advil, then made the final push into the WalMart parking lot.

I found Susan in a sea of drop bags:

I completed the paperwork, visited with Susan for a little while, grabbed a Chipotle burro, and headed home. I was feeling good, except for my knee that flared up 12 miles from the finish, I could have turned the bike around and kept going. I was also very happy to have this one in the bag.

The tale of the tape!

Beeline/Saguaro Lake/Usery Pass Training Ride

2010-04-17T12:09:00.000-07:00

The plan was to ride the Beeline/Usery Pass loop with Scott Pfotenhauer. Scott has many miles on his mountain bike and recently acquired a new road bike. He had heard that this loop is an awesome ride. I love the route and was looking for some base miles to prepare for the Tombstone 600 next week. So last night we carbo loaded and prepared our strategy at Dos Gringos over burros and margaritas. At 5:30am I rolled into Scott's driveway and soon we were heading off into the dawn.

We headed out on the new multi-use path along the canal between Guadalupe and Elliott. It is new and at that time of the morning we had the whole path to ourselves. We headed north at Country Club and soon were on the Beeline Highway.

Scott cresting the hill near Shea

We stopped at the Chevron at Ft. McDowell to reload and pick up some groceries and were soon on our way up the Beeline. The desert is in bloom and the headwinds were light. A perfect morning. I dropped off for a break and then caught Scott:

We made the Bush Highway/Saguaro Lake Cutoff in no time. Right after the turn there is a cattle grate then a great descent towards the lake. I made sure Scott hit the turn and I pointed my bike downhill started the descent. After a few minutes I turned back to check on Scott. He was not there. I slowed and checked again, but still not there. So I turned around and headed back up the hill. As I got closer to the Beeline, I thought "oh no, that cattle guard."

The Death Crack that consumed Scott's tires and rims!

Sure enough, Scott was on the side of the road with two flats and two bent rims! Two other riders had stopped and loaned Scott one of their extra tubes (he had only one spare). They were rolling out as I got back to Scott. We booted his rear tire with duct tape, it had two cuts from the cattle guard, and replaced the tubes. The rims were bent, with two 'flat' spots, but were round and true enough get home.

After the repairs, ready for the 35 mile ride home!

We started again; another flat! One of my spare tubes we installed had a leak! We used the tube that the other riders gave Scott and soon we were back on our way to Tempe.

Thanks to the two guys that stopped and gave Scott a spare tube. It is normal cycling courtesy to slow and ask if a fellow rider "needs anything" when they are on the side of the road. These two guys that stopped were happy to give up a spare tube. While we were making the repairs several other groups slowed and asked if we were "OK" or "need anything." I don't think anyone went by us without checking. This camaraderie on the road is one of the reasons I love the sport so much!

Since the road is smoother on the Beeline and Scott's rims were questionable, we decided to save Usery Pass for another day and head back on the Beeline. We were exactly at the half-way point when we hit the grate! Normally, you can really move on the return trip on the Beeline since it is downhill and we had a tailwind. But with out of true rims, and a nice blister on the rear tire we just rode a nice tempo back to town.

With the ladies still out of town tonight, we head to Joe's Bar and Grill for dinner to replace the calories we burned today!

All in all, an awesome day on the bike.

Arivaca 400k Brevet Ride Report

2010-03-30T06:00:00.000-07:00

My trusty steed, just before the ride.

About 30 riders gathered in the predawn darkness of the Casa Grande Walmart parking lot for this year's Arivaca 400 Brevet. The ride starts at 5 am so I try to arrive between 4:15 and 4:30 so I can change into my riding kit in the restrooms. I am always struck by the ubiquitous greeter; "welcome to Walmart sir" at 4:20 in the morning! As I turn the corner into the brightly lit big box cavern, I discover most of the people actually in the store are randonneurs cued up in the rest room!

Susan Plonsky, our Regional Brevet Administrator, outlined the rules for the day and we soon were pressing off into the darkness that is Arizola road. 2 miles later we were on the main road and the pace picked up. I jumped in with the fast group and we were at the first check point in no time.

This group was running a little too hot for me, so I lingered a few minutes (Roger Peskett, Paul Danhause, and Dick Wiss left while I was milling around) with Russ Cummings and we set off together. We caught Dick Wiss and formed a trio that held together all the way to the Arivaca control. We shared brevet and PBP stories that made the rough Mission road to Helmet Peak go by quite quickly. We carefully descended into Green Valley, being especially alert not to miss the turn into the control in Green Valley (see last year's post). We reloaded and were on our way to the frontage road. FLAT!

Dick hit a deep crack in the pavement and pinch flatted. He changed the tube and we were soon back on our way and heading east onto Arivaca road. Here is where I started to suffer. Russ and Dick were just chatting away and I had to really work to stay with them. The scenery was spectacular, the hills were covered with bright yellow wildflowers. The rain has been very kind to the desert this year. Soon we were descending into Arivaca and were 'greeted' by a local that must have been irritated by all the cyclists on the road so he leaned into his horn as an extended welcome to Arivaca!Susan Plonsky at the Buenos Aires National Wildlife Preserve and Control Point

I enjoyed a turkey wrap and Coke and was able to catch up with Susan. She does such a great job organizing our Brevets, I always feel badly about rushing through the control. Since I was feeling so crappy, when Russ and Dick were ready to go, I told them to go ahead, I was going to try to recover a bit. Susan and I were able to visit and catch up. When the next group of riders rolled in, I decided that I should get going and pushed off.

Riding alone on the road to Robles Junction was not a wise choice, as there was a strong headwind most of the way. About 2/3's of the way to Robles, Dave Lehnen and Mike and Susan Snow caught me and I jumped on. I was able to hang on and take a pull into the store at Robles. I reloaded and pushed out ahead of the group and told them they would probably sweep me up again. They did at Saguaro National Monument. I tacked on again but became chilled as we descended through Painted Rock and I peeled off to put on another layer at the convenience store.

They were getting ready to go at the Circle K in Marana when I arrived. I needed a longer break and wished them good luck. I picked up some beans and chocolate milk and plopped down on the floor in a corner of the store. Its always interesting to see the looks of Circle K customers as they walk in and see a cyclist on the floor enjoying a can of baked beans!

I knew it would be cold when I got back on the bike and it was. I again failed to consume enough calories during the day and would pay for it on a cold 45 mile slog into the finish. I grabbed a hot coffee in Eloy and finally rolled into the finish just before midnight.

So 18 hours and 48 minutes after we started, I was tapping on Susan's window in the Walmart parking lot to wake her up and turn in my brevet card. We said good by and I tossed my bike in the back of the Suburban and climbed into my sleeping bag. I couldn't fall asleep and decided to get something to eat and head home. I slipped into the house without waking the dogs and crashed in the guest room.

I always seem to suffer on the Arivaca 400. The 2010 edition was no exception!

Steve Atkins

Carefree 200k Training Ride

2010-03-20T15:19:00.000-07:00

Next week is the Arivaca 400k brevet so this week I figured I needed a 200k training ride. I haven't done this ride this year and with all the rain, I figured the desert would really be in bloom!

Mark and a bunch of his NROTC buddies were staying at the house last night and decided they would leave for Austin at 6 am this morning. Sounded like a good starting time for my ride, so we got up together. Five of them packed into a 4-door Yaris, I mounted my trusty 5500 and we were off. Me for 8 hours and 123 miles heading north to Carefree; they headed east to cover 950 miles in 17 hours. I am home writing about it, they are still on the road!

As I was packing up last night, I went to refill my Thermolyte container. D'oh! Only 8 tabs, only about half of what I need for a 200k ride. Luckily, Mike Rollinson, Hurt Locker Founder and personal trainer had a supply. I picked up some tabs at his house on my way out.

Very mild morning, 58 when I left the house, but as the sun came up so did the wind. Mostly north and north east, so big headwind to the half-way point. At least it was a cross-wind going up 9 mile hill. I topped off the bottles at the Shell Station at the top of the hill. After a short downhill, back up into the wind on Pima. I reached the Bartlett Lake turn off just after 10am. Apparently there is a mussel problem here in the desert!

Happily back on the road with a great tail-wind I was back to Dynamite road in no time. I still had one full bottle so I decided to skip the Shell station and top off at the Circle K in Fountain Hills. I stopped just outside Rio Verde to snap a photo of some neat blue wild flowers. They reminded me of the Blue Bells back in Texas!

Reaching the Circle K in Fountain Hills, I reloaded my bottles and grabbed a turkey sandwich. I took a little break and soon was flying down the Beeline with the wind at my back. When I crossed the mighty Salt River on Country Club road, and entered the swirling vortex known as Mesa AZ, the tailwind was no more. I think I hit every light on Extension, but made it home just before 2.

Felt like I had gas left in the tank. My calorie intake was 302 per hour, a little less than I was shooting for, but better than the last two sub-300 calories per hour rides. Will need to focus on eating a little more on the 400 next week!

Steve Atkins

Saguaro National Park/Casa Grande 300k Brevet

2010-03-02T18:39:00.000-07:00

Obligatory Weather Comment:
I suppose that it is only natural as a brevet rider to complain about the weather. I was really prepared for wet 300k. As late as Wednesday the long term forecast called for 50-70% rain chances all day Saturday. I guess that's why they call it a forecast!

Conditions for this year's 300k turned out to be nearly perfect (except for a few blasts of head/cross wind in Marana and the last few miles). The weather was mild and wind was at our backs most of the day. All the rain gear I had been trying out over the past few weeks stayed in Moots Bag!The reflective riders before the start

Start

As I was preparing my coffee at 4:35 am for the drive down to Casa Grande, I received a text from Mike Rollinson, wondering if I was on the road yet. I called him back to ask him why he was up at that early hour, and he said he had been up all night supporting a relay road race. He wished me luck and I was down the road and at the Wal Mart in 45 minutes with plenty of time to get ready.

I jumped in with the fast group knowing I would get spit out early due the the stomach flu I had been pestered with all week. The group split after we turned on Pinal Parkway and I stayed in the back. We rolled into the first checkpoint at a little after 8. The fast movers were leaving as we arrived. I jumped on Roger Peskett's wheel and we worked together almost to the top of the hill. Roger was too strong for me so I watched him head up the hill. I stopped at the top for a couple of photos. There was plenty of snow on Mt. Lemmon!

I coasted alone into Tuscon and stopped at a new Circle K on Tangerine to reload. As I was refilling my bottles, Paul Layton and Wayne Churchman rolled in. We left together and made our way to Silverbell. Wayne excused himself from the group and Paul and I traded pulls until we neared Gates Pass, Paul dropped off to his own climbing pace. I arrived at the Kinney Road control and reloaded my bottles.

I normally would rave about Susan's wraps at this point in the blog. I decided due to the stomach and intestinal distress I had all week, I would stick to the liquid fuel that seemed to be working so far. So I was out of there pretty quick. Plus, the wind was from the south so I wanted to jump on and take advantage.

It was a great tailwind until I reached the Marana airport, where it became a fierce headwind. I stopped at the airport to call Debby and let her know I was feeling weak and to take a break. We talked for a while and I decided to get up and get going. Just then Paul Layton and Russ Cummings rolled by. I jumped on and caught them by the time they turned on Sanders road.

We worked together and our speed continued to climb with the growing tail wind. We stopped at the Dairy Queen to reload and we were back on the road. After a couple of rotations, I started to feel some cramps so I let them go and dialed back my pace. The wind was also making its way around the compass; going from blessing to curse!

Reaching Eloy the cross/head wind became quite annoying. When I turned North to 11 mile corner, my speed picked up and I made good time to SR287 with the wind again at my back. Turning west into the wind, and not being able to generate any power, I trudged on in to the finish as at whopping average speed of under 10 miles an hour for the last 9 miles!

Finish

I rolled in at 12 hours 7 minutes for the 190 miles. My second fastest 300k and only 25 minutes slower than my personal best for this distance. Being sick all week definitely reduced the on board glycogen and I suffered for it at the end. Plus, I was only able to consume about 200 calories per hour during the event, which also contributed to my lack of power at the end.

This week will be an easy week with the San Tan Criterium, then back to building distance for the 400 in four weeks!

On the Pinal Parkway, while the ride was still fun!

Steve Atkins

Casa Grande 200km Brevet

2010-01-03T08:11:00.000-07:00

I had not planned to ride this Brevet this year because we had Mark's host family from Germany with us over the holidays. We had planned to tour the Grand Canyon with them this weekend. However once Hubert arrived, and we solidified his tour schedule, my Saturday became free, and I was able to get my registration in just under the deadline!

Start

Over 50 riders turned out for the start! I think this might have been the biggest turnout for a Casa Grande Brevet! I arrived at 7 for the 7:30 start and had plenty of time to get ready. It was great to see all the 'usual suspects' plus many new riders. It was great to see Lonnie Epic Wolf and many of the Arivaca 400 Survivors at the start. Soon we were off behind Susan's Brevet Mobile on a spectacular Saturday morning.

Ruins

The ride heads due north out of Casa Grande to state route 387. It is a gentle uphill grade, and as Susan pulled off from her lead-out a group of riders took to the front and I joined in. We made great time and arrived at the Ruins at 9:05 am (the control opened at 8:58). I sensed this group would get out fast so I quickly reloaded my bottles (I used Sustained Energy from Hammer on this ride), stamped my Brevet card, jumped in the bathroom and emerged to find Mike Sturgill, Carleton Van Leuven, and Roger Peskett already gone. I decided to chase to catch back up to the group. I caught Roger and Carleton half-way though Coolidge and we caught Mike just as we left town. Russ Cummings also had tacked on and we worked well together back to Casa Grande.

Round Trip Bike Shop

The second control for this ride is back at the start. Its a great plan, because the start temperature was 36 degrees and the finish temperature was forecast for the high 60's. Thinking about how quickly our little group got through the last control and not wanting to chase again, when we arrived at the shop, I went straight to the car and stripped off the leg warmers, wind jersey, and shoe covers. I reloaded my bottles and checked in at the shop. I started to head out and realized I had forgotten my sunblock. So I went back to the car. D'oh! I left the sunblock at home. Oh well, I headed out. I was the first out and settled into a steady pace. Our little group reformed outside Casa Grande with Russ, Carleton, Mike. A few miles onto the Indian 15 highway Carleton flatted out and told us to go ahead. We had a slight tail wind and made great time to the Border Patrol Checkpoint. Russ and Mike were hammering away and I dropped off for the last couple of miles to the Indian 15 checkpoint.

Indian 15

I arrived at the checkpoint, reloaded my bottles and grabbed a 'world-famous brevet wrap' from Susan. I decided to eat on the bike and after just a couple of minutes was back on the road. Mike and Russ were also ready to go, so we left together and worked into the headwind. I dropped off our little group again a few miles past the Border Patrol checkpoint. Just as the road bends to the north, I was surprised to see Mike and Russ getting back on the road, Mike had flatted. They were moving fast and again were soon out of sight.

Round Trip Finish

I rolled into the Round Trip bike ship at 14:09 and Mike and Russ were there discussing the ride. I checked in and we noted how nice the weather had been for the ride. We also noted that somehow, over the many brevets that Susan has organized, that each wrap is better than the last and different. Today's ride was no exception!

With our German guests back at the house, I needed to get going so I packed up and was back on the road to Tempe in just a few minutes. When I arrived home, Hubert bought a case of Beck's German brew to celebrate the ride and their sucessful shopping trip to outfit the his family in new Levis jeans. Somehow, this morning, most of those Becks are gone!

Beeline/Saguaro Lake/Usery Pass Training Ride

2009-10-31T20:07:00.000-07:00

October 31, 2009:

A few members of the San Tan team were thinking about the Mining Country Century for this weeks base ride on Sunday. Because of the unusually cool snap (low 40's in the mornings) the motivation to head to Superior at 0500 for a 0630 start disappeared and the ride fell apart.

Debby and Mike are in California for a Band Competition so I decided to make it a civilized start and ride Saturday at 9 am. So onto Topo USA to look for a comparable century. I mapped a route from home to the Beeline Highway to Saguaro Lake to Usery Pass, and onto the Chevron at Brown and Ellsworth (my personal favorite east Mesa stop!). 52 miles one way, 104 total, perfect. With convenience stores at 26, 52, and 77 miles, the resupplies would be easy and no need for a CamelBak. Plus lots of hills once you get to the Beeline. Topo USA says over 4600 feet of climbing over 104 miles. Not as much climbing as the Mining Country, but there was no approach drive tot he start. This ride starts right in the old driveway! Here is the topo:

Let me just say this about the weather: I love Arizona. While it was cool this morning, once the sun came up it was perfect riding weather (60's-70's). Just bibs, base, jersey, and sunscreen and I was out the door. It could not have been a nicer day to spend out on the bike in some of the nicest scenery in the Phoenix area!

The Beeline has an excellent bike lane and the climbing and scenery is outstanding once you get past the concrete plant and landfill on the reservation. As usual, many triathletes were out, and a few groups had support vehicles. Once I reached the top of the hill at Fountain Hills, the crowd thinned out and I was enjoying the light traffic, perfect weather, and swirling winds.

I paused at the Saguaro cutoff to take a few pictures (great views of Four Peaks, Weavers Needle, and the Superstition Mountains), and then I was barreling down the Bush Highway toward the Lake and Salt river. The ride has 4 major climbs (to Saguaro cutoff, up the north side of Usery Pass, up the south side of Usery Pass, and back to the Saguaro cutoff).

As noted the weather is changing, we were having unusually cool weather, and today and tomorrow the weather pattern is changing, becoming warmer and unsettled with lots of wind. Throughout the day, the winds seemed to be generally crossing tail or crossing headwinds, only a few places with full on head or tail winds. Not bad at all!

I rolled into the Chevron three hours into the ride. Normally I would enjoy a tube steak and a Sobe drink. Today I was experimenting with Hammer Perpetuem and HEED with a few gels, so I just was filling water bottles at the soda fountains with my liquid concoction. Very efficient at getting in and out quickly, although I did miss that dog at the half-way point.

I ended up consuming 288 calories per hour, a little lower than my goal of 300 and my legs felt it at the end of the ride. However I didn't bonk and was able to generate power above my normal cruising intensity at the end of the ride. I think if I had downed 1-2 more gels I would have been better.

This week I traveled to Canada for work and did not get to my yoga/pilates class. That combined with the amount of time I spend in aero-bars on the Beeline (due to the headwind), with the 4600 feet of climbing, my hip flexors and lower back really were sore at the end of the ride (and still are).

The great thing about an out and back route (it was so nice I rode it twice) is that the scenery looks totally different on the way back and was awesome. I had an uneventful ride back and arrived at home at 3:30 (6 hours 30 minutes). I hopped on the mountain bike and took the girls (our three Labradors) for a walk/run. Then off to Basha's to pick up some Halloween candy, dinner, and a few well-earned ice cold adult beverages!

No tricks today, only one great Treat!

Steve Atkins

Rund um Koeln to Amstel Gold and Everything in Between!

2009-04-24T11:33:00.000-07:00

My week in Germany during Mark's spring break:

Monday:
Arrived at Dusseldorf after a very comfortable flight on Lufthansa ( although I slept through most if it).

Mark, Hubert, and Gerlinda were waiting for me. After big hugs we were on our way to Pulheim. We piled into Hubert's Ford minivan and soon after we left the airport Hubert got Flashed (yes photo radar in Germany too)!

We stopped at the village bakery and Girlinda picked up some fresh bread and we enjoyed some nice fresh bread and we arrived at the Festers in time for a light lunch.

After lunch Mark and I hopped on our bikes to ride into Pulheim. I picked up some euros at the ATM and we walked around the Church and adjacent park. A mass was starting (Easter Monday) and Mark introduced me to some of his friends that were hanging around. We continued to the Train station and took the Train to Koeln (Cologne).

Mark broke his arm riding his cruiser bike to the ski village in Austria the week before I arrived. So what little riding we did was on his cruiser bike and a borrowed Cross bike for me. Hubert was looking to get in a few more kilometers so he rode his bike to meet us in Koeln. We linked up at the Cathedral and climbed the stairs (509) to the top of the bell tower. The view was good, it would have been great if not for the fog!

We descended the steps and wandered around Koeln together.

We had a Donner (like a Gyro) pita. Hubert made his way back home and Mark and I went to the finish line of the Rund um Koeln (tour of Cologne bike race). We arrived as the juniors were finishing their circuits.

We found a good spot for the pro race and cheered on the riders. This was a race where the riders rode for their countries. A Dane won the race. We enjoyed the the euro pro cycling vibe, Koelsh brew and fresh pretzels!

We made our way back to the train to Pulheim. We unlocked the bikes and headed back to the Festers.

Gerlinda made a nice dinner meal and we spent the next few hours visiting with the Festers.

We hit the sack in the guest room in the basement near midnight.

Tuesday

Road trip in the Rhineland. We all piled in the minivan and headed for Koblenz. A very nice city where the Rhine and Mosel rivers come together.

There is cool monument there that we climbed up. We had a nice lunch of Donner pitas in the town square.
We headed up the road to Loreley. A place on the Rhine where the cliffs are very high. We viewed an unimpressive museum before we hiked to the cliffs and took the stairs down to the river.

The legend here is of a beautiful maiden that sings beautiful songs and lures the bargemen into the rocks.

Earlier in the day Hubert asked me if I am allowed to drive in Europe with my American license. I told him yes and that I enjoyed driving in France last year. I thought he was just curious. Actually, he and Gerlinda hate to drive. When we were ready to head back to Pulhiem, he "offers" me the keys and says he and Gerlinda would prefer if I drove, so off we go with me behind the wheel.

We arrived home. Dinner will be German BBQ!. Hubert needs to go to work to pick up his computer, so Hubert, Andreas, and I grab the bikes and ride to the RWE control facility. Mark passes on the ride and fires up the grill.

RWE controls the German power grid and the control center for the whole country is in Pulhiem.

Andreas and I took the controls while Hubert conferred with his colleagues. The rumors of brown-outs that night are highly exaggerated!

We returned to the house and enjoyed a great feast that Mark prepared (one-handed). Hubert's neighbors across the street joined us for an 'English' party. Christian had done a foreign exchange in Lexington Kentucky, so he and his wife Annaka joined us after dinner for some Koelsh (local Brew) and some English conversation.

Wednesday

Hubert had a morning meeting in Dortmund (60 km away) so Mark and I decided to tag along. Hubert pressed me into service and I became his chauffeur! We parked the car at the RWE offices and headed for the subway station. We took the subway into the city center and decided to go shopping.

Mark needed a cell phone charger, and as we rushed out of the house, Mark forgot his regular shoes. He was wearing his haus shoen (house shoes) wooden clogs not meant for sight seeing.

So we jumped into a sports store and found some walking around shoes. We toasted our success by having breakfast at a sidewalk cafe. We went to the tourist office and picked up a map of the city to plot our next move. We learned from our tour map that Dortmund is famous for steel production and beer. We spot the Brewery Museum on the map and decide that will be our first stop.

We took the subway to the brewery museum and pretty much had the place to ourselves. We checked for a brewery tour, but none were held that day. We decided to head back to the city center and look for a phone charger. We ended up buying a new prepaid phone since it was cheaper (€19) than a charger. We went back to the square for lunch at a brew haus we spotted during breakfast. We had a huge lunch of schnitzel, blood sausage, potatoes and applesauce. Of course washed down with a local Dortmund brew.

Back to the subway to make our way the Westfallen Park. Its a huge park that reminded us of the Olympic Park in Munich. We rode to the observation tower platform of the TV tower in the park. It was still a bit hazy, but we had great views.

We grabbed an ice cream and wandered back to the RWE offices just as Hubert was leaving. He quickly exited the driver seat and tossed me the keys.

We headed for Oberhausen, to visit a planetarium but arrived just as it closed. So back to the van, and the autobahn to Pulhiem. We arrived back a little after 7. Hubert wanted to show me the country side around the village so we hopped on the bikes and headed out. We visited a transformer station and rode by a new coal fired power plant. We rode back over a hill that was reclaimed strip mine and was already well forested.

We arrived home for a light meal, and another "English" party, this time at Christian's house.

Thursday

After three late nights in a row, we treated ourselves to a little later wake-up call. We generally just chilled out in the morning. We packed Mark's cross bike (I would take it home with me) and a bunch of winter clothes that Mark no longer needed to lighten his load when the exchange ends.

After lunch, Hubert and the three boys Fabian, Christian, and Andreas, Mark on his road bike, and me on a borrowed cross bike head out for a 50k ride. Hubert and the boys leave first, and Mark and I a little later. We meet up in the next village. The problem for Mark is he cannot get comfortable on his bike and ends up riding one-handed mostly putting pressure on his lower back. He decides to head home.

We press on past the power plant Hubert showed me Wednesday and to all the way to the coal mine. It is an enormous open-pit operation run by RWE. One side they dig out the coal, on the other they restack the dirt and tailings and reforest it. Its like a big moving wound across the landscape. If a village is in the way, no problem. Tear it down and rebuild it outside the mine boundary. We rode through one new village on the way back.

Near Pulheim, RWE has a museum that was very interesting that outline the whole process. It was in a park that included a castle that had been restored.

After dinner, Hubert joins his buds at a local pub for a game of Scot. Mark and I rode over after dinner and had a great time with his friends.

Friday

We awoke to heavy rain and water leaking into the basement guest room. The whole family springs into action. Hubert heads up to the roof to find the leak. Girlinda directs us to move/disassemble furniture out of the leaking room. We pull back the carpeting and get most of the furniture out of the way.

Huber finds the cause (clogged gutter) and the kaos abates. Hubert joins Mark and I as we head to the bus stop. We take the bus to the train station, then hop on a DB Regional train to Aachen Germany. Two more buses and we walk into our base camp for the next two nights, the Aachen Holiday Inn!

Our original plan was to cycle to Aachen then spend the next two days on bikes touring Belgium and Holland and catching the Amstel Gold protour bike race. With Mark's broken arm, we adjusted the plan. We will take the train to Aachen, then rent a car Saturday morning, and motor tour.

While Mark and I were disappointed with the change, but both noted how crappy the weather was (raining, cold and misty) and would be through Saturday. The alternative plan was much better than the original.

We checked into the hotel and settled in. We grabbed a Pizza from Hellow Pizza, a couple of cold beverages from the lobby, and retired to the room to watch a movie (Tratior) on Mark's computer. After the movie I headed out to find the Avis location (500m from the hotel) and get some supplies from the Shell Convience Store.

Saturday

We had a huge meal at the hotel and walked over to Avis to get our car. We decided since I would be lugging the bike back to Dusseldorf, we would check on keeping the car until Monday morning. Good news: No dropoff charge, or addional fees if we got to the airport by 8:30 Monday morning. Bad news: The TomTom GPS navigation system needed to be returned to Aachen, and they closed Saturday afternoon, so we couldn't drop it off. So we left with an Avis map of Germany and our compact Fiat with the Mark Mark navigation system!

First stop Liege. Mark did a great job getting us right to the city center. We went to the tourist office to get a map of the city and inquire about rental bikes (the weather was foggy but improving). No rental bikes in Liege so we wandered around a little and plunked down at a sidewalk cafe for a coffee. We spot another toursist office on the way to a park we thought might be interesting and stop in and check again for bikes. No joy.

We find the trail up to the overlook and it is beautiful. Very green from the rain. We make our way to the top and spend some time looking around and taking pictures. We decide to head back to the city center and descend a huge stairway back down to the city level. We are sure it was famous since a bunch of tour groups were gathered at the bottom.

We headed back toward the car and stop at a cafe looking for pomme frittes (french fries). They only serve them with meals so we pass and try a local brew while we plot our next move. We had found a good Michelin map earlier and decide to head for Bastongne.

As we make our way to Bastongne the weather takes a turn for the worse, and its back to rain, drizzle, and cold. We both agree that today we would rather be touring by Fiat rather than bike. We arrive in Bastongne and follow the signs to the Historical Museum. From the outside it looks a little small and we both think it reminds us of the Gen Patton Museum in Californina. Once inside however, it was awesome.

We grabbed the audio tour (mine in English, Mark selected German) devices and headed in. We spent several hours enjoying the museum and the film documenting the Battle of the Bulge. Outside we climbed the mounument to the Americans how served in the battle. It was very impressive.
Hey, ever been to Luxembourg, no? Well lets go there for dinner. We head out through beautiful countryside to Luxembourg. We stopped twice on the way, once at a memorial to the 90th Infantry that liberated the town of Berel, and then at a park in Kautenback where I spotted a pomme fritte stand. We enjoyed our snack and continued to Luxembourg.

We parked on one side of the river, and made our way to the other on foot checking out the city. We crossed a bridge over a park where the river was several hundred meeters below. We walked into one restuaruant that turned us away (no reservation) and had a great Italian meal at the one next door. We made our way back to Aachen in the dark and plunked into bed at about midnight!

Sunday
Race day! We chow down and check out of the Holiday Inn and motor to Valkenburg, which is only about 50km away. We found a great parking spot and headed into the city center where workers were erecting the race barriers. The race will come through here three times, finishing at the top of the Cauberg (a very steep hill). We decide to walk the Cauberg and it was hard to walk. The racers will go up it three times. We wander back into town and find a table outside right on the the course. We order coffee and decide this is the place to watch the race from.

We met a couple from Holland and had great converstation. Suddenly, the race publiticy caravan barrels through town and we realize only the finishing lap will go in front of our Cafe. We jump up and move to where there racers will come through.

We are 20 people deep in front of a bar blasting techno music and the crowd is fired up singing to the tunes. The leading group of 5-6 riders come through and the crowd goes crazy. 20 minutes later the rest of the peloton comes through. We retire back to our table thinking the next time they will pass in front of the cafe.

Nope. So we race up the street after the caravan comes through to find a spot where the crowd is thinned out. We do and have a great view of the race going by. Now the gap is down to about 2 minutes.

We decide to head up the Cauberg to watch the finish. We find a spot 600m from the finish and climb up a wall which offered a great spot to sit and watch the race. Also, a bar across the way was playing the race broadcast (alternating in Dutch, German, English, and French) so we could listen to the race action. Finally the leaders (3) with only a 20 second gap flash by. From Road Bike Rider Weekly:

Classics veteran Sergei Ivanov (Katusha) won Holland 's Amstel Gold Race in a 2-up sprint with Karsten Kroon (Saxo Bank). Robert Gesink (Rabobank), who was dropped by the pair on the climb to the line, hung on for third place in the 258-km (160-mile) race as the bunch closed fast. Said 2008 winner Damiano Cunego (Lampre), 5th this year at 8 seconds, "We waited too long to bring them back. Things slowed for a minute and we lost precious seconds." For Russia 's Ivanov, 34, it was "the biggest win of my career. We will celebrate tonight. We will drink vodka."

After the race we head back to our trusty Fiat. We motored back to Pulheim just as Gerlinda was making Hawaiian Open Face sandwiches (bread, ham, pineapple, with cheese melted on top!). As Mark says, "Girlinda gets it done!" Hubert was working the night shift so we chilled out, and I packed up.

Monday

Hubert waits up for us to have breakfast together, the boys pack their school bags, and I point the Fiat toward Dusseldorf.

I had not seen Mark since we dropped him off at the Phoenix airport last August, so this trip was even more special. We had an awesome time together.

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A Blustery 400K

2009-03-08T16:12:00.000-07:00

2009 Arivaca 400k Brevet
Ride Report - Steve Atkins

Baboquivari on the road from Arivaca!

Debby's favorite thing to do these days is comment on the weekend weather forecast that includes rain/wind/or both and say; "Hey don't you have a brevet this weekend?"

While rain was in the forecast earlier in the week, it was not as the brevet neared. Record winds were recorded in Northern Arizona and hit the state hard on Friday.

While the 400k is certainly not the longest brevet distance, I think it is the most difficult. This years 400k (255 miles) was no exception:

We had a half-day at work on Friday, so I was able to organize my gear, load the suburban, and was all packed by 4:30 pm! Deb, Michael and I enjoyed a lenten dinner of clam chowder, vegetarian shepherd's pie, and fish & chips, at our new favorite Irish Pub - Rula Bula in Oldtown Tempe. Two Blue Moon's and I was tuckie-bye by 9pm.

I arrived in Casa Grande at 4:30 am and the randonneurs were starting to assemble. On this ride, Mike Sturgill would be the RBA so Susan Plonsky could ride 'with her buds in the peloton.' We blasted out of the Wal Mart lot at 5 sharp into the dark.

A fast group formed and I jumped in and we worked well together through Eloy to the Picacho turn-off. Part of the group missed the turn, and we never really regrouped completely. We rolled into the first checkpoint at Picacho Peak at 6:23. I was reloading my gear and I looked up and a good chunk of the group was gone, dang! I jumped on and started to chase, but then thought better of it and settled into my own pace. Outside Marana I stopped for a natural break, and John and Liz Mazzola flashed by on their road tandem.

We teamed up and rode together to the Mile Wide Cutoff. John and Liz were part of the 2006 Epic 400, and we shared memories and caught up as we made our way up Sandario road. We parted company on the steep climb into the Tucson Mountian Park, but I would see them often during the ride. At the Kinney road checkpoint, I quickly reloaded my supplies and was back out on the road. The wind to this point had been a gentle breeze mostly out of the southeast.

As I climbed Mission Road, I thought wow, a 400k with nice weather! Well, cresting the climb at Helmet Peak, the nice weather was replaced with a strong headwind that would be my nemesis for the remainder of the ride. The Tucson Bike Classic 3 day stage race was held on this road today, so I was treated to several pelotons of racers coming from the south.

Bombing down the hill to Green Valley, I missed the turn for the new control and was soon lost. I backtracked, but did not know exactly where I was at. I decided to stop at the old control on Continental and I-19. This decision almost cost me a disqualification for all my efforts on the 400. The RUSA rules are clear, you must stop at each designated control. Our local RBA pleaded my case to RUSA and I was assigned a time penalty, but was given credit for the ride and avoided a dreaded DQ. I won't make that mistake again!

Soon I was pounding away on the I-19 frontage road working a strong headwind. I thought, well at least when I turn west toward Arivaca it will be a strong cross wind!

Nope, as I made the turn, the wind continued to rotate around the compass, so when I reach the turn at Arivaca road, it was a full on head wind. This little 22 mile section to Arivaca is a leg killer. Headwind, and lots of very steep short rollers. As I rode along I caught Roger Peskett and we worked together to the control point at Buenos Aires Wildlife Preserve. A very nice control, shade, tables, and probably the only calm spot in Southern Arizona!

I chowed down a wrap and a coke and was out of there in about 20 minutes. As I was leaving the control John and Liz pulled in. I wanted to get going to get through the last 7 miles of headwind, and more importantly, make the turn to Robles Junction and grab some tailwind before the wind continued its move around the compass. I ran into some local residents as I headed out.

Today it was not to be, only a tailwind in a few twists of the road, so for the next 36 miles it was a strong cross-wind as the wind continued its trek around the dial. I arrived at the Store at Robles Junction and feasted on a can of Campbell's Chicken Vegetable Soup and Sobe Lizard Fuel. I bought a gallon of water and parked on the tables out front. As I was eating, Mike Enfield rolled in. We shared the water and both commiserated about the wind. I topped off and was leaving as Roger Peskett arrived.

The road turns east here, so finally I had about 5 miles of tailwind. As I was riding along, I thought I noticed the wind on my left cheek. How could that be, the wind hardly ever shifts from the North in the early evening. Turning north for the long slog up and over Sandario road, wham-o, yet another headwind. I put my head down and replayed some song over and over in my head until I reached the top. The wind was still there, but on the downhill side it was a little easier. I stopped at Painted Rock to put on my night gear, vest and leg warmers.

The temperature felt like it was dropping quickly. I was back on the bike and rolled into the last control at the Circle K in Marana. I was sitting on the floor (too cold and windy outside) enjoying a hot dog and Gatorade when John and Liz strolled in. The plan was to ride together to the finish. I walked outside and with the cold and wind I started shivering like crazy. I told Liz I needed to get moving to warm up, and they would probably catch me right away. So I hammered away on the frontage road screaming like a mad man that "ITS COLD" trying to warm up.

I never really warmed up. It was not that cold (low 50's?) , but with all the sweat from the day, my clothes were clammy and the wind chill didn't help. I really needed the poly pro base layer that I decided not pack for this ride. About 3 miles from Casa Grande I thought a 747 was landing right behind me. Actually it was John and Liz hammering away on the tandem. He had an array of incredibly bright lights on the bike that really lit up the road. I tagged on and held on for dear life as they picked up the pace headed for the finish line. At that point all I was thinking of was getting finished and wrapping up in the blanket in the Suburban!

We rolled into the finish at 9:55 pm (16:55 elapsed time) and checked in with Mike Sturgill. I hopped into the Suburban and changed into dry clothes and wrapped up in the blanket! A little later I said good bye and thanks to Mike for running a great Brevet, and John and Liz for their great company all day and dragging me in those last 7 miles!

I turned on the heater full blast and pointed the Sub toward Tempe and a warm bath!

End of Pavement 200k Training Ride

2009-03-01T07:39:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I decided to add a few miles onto the San Tan team ride to put in a 200k ride to get ready for next week's Araviaca 400k. I have always liked the End of Pavement (EOP) ride and it is a 100 mile round trip from the house so I figured if I tacked on the Team ride, it should be close to 124 miles or 200k.

EOP, as is known around here, is the place where the pavement ends on the Apache Trail, past Canyon Lake and Tortilla Flats, at the top of the hill before the descent to Fish Creek and Apache Lake.

Ride Report:

The alarm went off at 5:30 am and my first task was to fill up the Suburban with gas and buy two bags of ice for Debby. This action was required to secure my kitchen pass for the day. Debby was helping out with a percussion competition and needed the ice.

I was off at 6:15, heading for Paragon Cycling in Mesa. The team meets there for the 'shop' ride Saturday mornings. Its about 17 miles to the shop, I arrived there at 7:20, turned off my lights, and purchased a single shot of expresso at the coffee shop next store. With my water bottles topped off, and a shot of caffeine I was ready to go!

20 of us left the store at 7:35 and headed north toward past Falcon Field to Power Road/Bush Highway. It is about 15 miles to the Salt River Recreation headquarters at Bush and Ellsworth. From there you turn right for the climb up Usury Pass. We regrouped at the top of Usury Pass. No takers to join me to the EOP, so off I go.

At Brown and Apache Trail is a service station/convenience store called the Dash Inn. I topped off the water and grabbed a chocolate milk and was back on the road into a very strong headwind. There were several groups of riders heading back, moving very fast with the tailwind.

Soon I was working the switchbacks on the first climb. The ride is generally uphill to the EOP with three distinct climbs. The first is where the road twists and turns through the mountains above Canyon lake, the second, the climb out of the lake on the hill above Tortilla Flats. Lastly, the five miles UP from Tortilla Flats to the EOP.

There was some relief from the wind in the switchbacks. Soon I was on the downslope to the lake. The wind was so strong here that I didn't need to use the brakes on the descent to the lake (which was covered with white caps!).

Tortilla Flats was really hopping with winter visitors and motorcyclists. I stopped briefly to stow the arm and leg warmers and was back on the road. Here creek flows over the road, so I carefully rode through about 3-6 inches of creek flowing across the road.

Its five miles of steady climbing, most of it into a strong wind. Finally I reached the EOP:

At the End of Pavement

Turning around, I was at speed in no time. Suddenly I felt a sting in my hip. A bee was caught between my waist and thigh and nailed me. I shook it off, but too late to avoid the sting, and concentrated on the descent. I was back at Tortilla Flats in no time! My computer showed a max speed of 49.9 on the descent. I rode into the forest service campground at Tortilla Flats and topped off the water bottles for the run back into town.

I made great time, and stopped at the Chevron store at Brown and Ellsworth. I bought a hot dog and Sobe beverage for a little solid lunch. After I took the first bite I discovered it was a Jalapeno Dog, wow! Little bits of Jalapeno mixed into the meat(?) substance in the dog. Quite tasty, and no ill effects later!

Mark called me from Germany as I was riding along Lindsey road in Gilbert, and said; "where is everybody?" I told him I was 104 miles into a 120 mile ride and Mom and Mike were at a percussion competition. He was looking for someone to send him a report he wrote last year for English class that he wanted for school in Germany. I pointed out it was sunny and 84 and nice to be out on the bike! He is recovering from Karneval in Cologne germany (Here is his blog.) , having a great time, but missing our great riding weather.

I rolled into the driveway with the computer showing 8 hours and 14 minutes and 121.6 miles.

It was a great day on the bike. My only regret was forgetting the sunblock!

A Fast 300K!

2009-02-11T06:48:00.001-07:00

Casa Grade 300k Ride Report

February 7, 2009

Steve Atkins

All the ingredients for another wet desert brevet were aligning. The perfect weather the weekend before, increasing rain chances in the forecast, and my normal bad weather luck. So it was time to break out the Moots TailGator (normally I would not use the TailGator for a 300k brevet) and stuff it with my rain jacket, rain legs, and emergency blanket, just in case. I packed up the Suburban and was out of the house by 4:50 am and made my way to Casa Grande and arrived at the start at 5:30, plenty of time to get ready for the 6:00 start.

Susan moved the start/finish line to the 24 hour Wal-Mart in Casa Grande. A nice improvement over the alley in Historic Downtown Casa Grande! Hot coffee and ample restrooms were available at the start. After a quick rider briefing we were coursing our way through Casa Grande behind Susan’s brevet mobile. At the outskirts of town she pulled away and we were off.

The pace picked up right away with a strong group of riders from Calgary and the usual suspects (Sturgill, Enfield, Peskett) and we made great time to Coolidge. The temperature was a balmy 50 degrees and with my Patagonia base, jersey, vest and arm warmers I was quite toasty!

We turned onto the Pinal Pioneer Parkway and encountered a light headwind coming out of the south. The winds out of the south would increase throughout the day. The group worked well together and we pulled into the Tom Mix control, only 10 minutes after it opened at 8:10.

I left the control with the Canadians, Sturgill, and Peskett but could not keep up the pace and dropped off the group. I ending up riding to the Kinney control alone. I arrived to find Roger Peskett at the lunch control at 12:58. The rain never came and the sun had been out all day. I took the opportunity to take off the leg warmers and lather up with some sunscreen. Mike Enfield rolled in as I was heading out.

As I noted earlier the wind had been increasing all day. In fact, riding through Gates Pass, the wind was swirling quite strongly (20-25 mph) from all directions. Leaving the control and heading north, I enjoyed a great tailwind and motored along the next 20 miles with little effort and great velocity. Mike Enfield flashed by outside of Painted Rock.

Reaching the Circle K in Marana I topped off my water bottles and hoped the wind would hold, but as the route turned to the northwest, the great tailwind became a maddening cross-wind and slowed my progress greatly.

Susan changed the course to avoid the dreaded 10 mile pull into La Palma, instead, we headed into Eloy. I reloaded my water bottles for the last time at the Circle K there and headed due north to 11 Mile Corner. With the change in direction, the wind was again mostly a nice tailwind, and with the fresh road surface those 8 miles flew by.

Turning west for the last 8 miles to the finish, the wind again became a ‘training aid’ to add a little exclamation point to the brevet. I rolled into the finish at 5:25 and a couple of other riders will milling about. Paul Layton pulled up at 6 as I was finishing getting packed up. I jumped into the Panda Express for a nice dinner and was on my way home.

With the fast start and generally favorable wind conditions, this was my fastest 300k at 11 hours and 25 minutes.

Special thanks to Mike Rollinson for stopping by the house at mid-day to spend some time with the dogs (Debby and Michael were in California with the Corona Steel Drum Band).

Another great Arizona Brevet – Thanks Susan!!!

Click here to go to Susan's website with links to other blogs.

Mt. Lemmon 200k

2008-11-18T20:00:00.000-07:00

Mt. Lemmon 200k Ride Report
Steve Atkins

I missed last year's Mt. Lemmon 200k and was looking forward to riding this brevet with Mike Rollinson. Mike suffered a knee problem and decided he was not up for the whole thing, but wanted to join me for the drive down, and perhaps take a stab at part of the ride (after all if the knee flared up, he could coast down and call it a day).

The alarm sounded at 4:45, Mike was already in the driveway unloading his faithful steed. We put the bikes on the rack and were on the road at precisely 5:00am. Sweet, we will have plenty of time! We were talking about Mike's ride last year remembered that he was late due to a crash on the I-10 just past the rest area on the way into Casa Grande for last years Mt. Lemmon 200k. Incredibly, just then, we slowed to a halt and waited 45 minutes until the traffic cleared. An 18 wheeler had overturned in the exact same spot as last years crash.

I called Susan Plosky (our regional brevet administrator), noted the milepost and exit number and told her, I would be late. We arrived at the start line just after 7:10am. Susan, Bruce Chandler and Carl Van Lueven (who also was caught in the same traffic jam) were milling about. Carl and I headed out about 7:20 and rode together to the first checkpoint.

When we hit Ina/Skyline/Sunrise the wind really kicked up. We saw Rick Blacker just finishing a flat repair and Paul Layton as we battled the headwinds to the first checkpoint. Mike Rollinson was waiting for us at the first checkpoint and we headed out toward the real climbing.

At the base of the hill, Carl excused himself from the group and headed off the front. Mike fell back and I found myself wishing I had aerobars for the ASCENT! The winds were especially strong in the road cuts with the venturi effect. It felt like track standing at some points!

I ran into Dave Glasgow in Molina canyon and we rode together for some time. We bumped into Mike Enfield in Bear Canyon and pressed on to Windy Point. Which was not at all Windy. It seemed to be the only calm place on the mountain. Ever optimistic Bruce Chandler said, "its just a regular ride from here, and the wind is dying down." Encouraged I reloaded my water bottles (two worked for me today) and headed up the road, only to be blasted by a very cold and very strong wind just around the corner!

I pressed on alone and reached Susan's Palisades Paradise Wrap Stop and grabbed some more water. I wanted to reach the top, and savor a wrap on the down slope.

I have ridden Mt. Lemmon several times and knew what was in front. I was startled to see snow and ice on the shaded roadcuts as I neared Summerhaven. I dropped my card in the slot at the post office, with a short love note to Bruce, and I was on my way back to wrap heaven.

The stop had cleared out, and I enjoyed a wrap, Coke and Susan's company before setting out for the descent.

I waved at Bruce as I bombed through Windy Point. The winds alternatively pushed, pulled, and generally made the normally very fun descent a bit more challenging.

Mike was waiting for me at the McDonald's control. I grabbed some fries and a receipt and told him to meet me at Basha's in two hours. The last 32 miles went by quickly with the tailwind and I was back at 5:09. I had lights on the bike (my normal commuting setup) but didn't need them.

I was complaining to my wife about the wind. She is now convinced that either 1)Susan has some special deal with the weather service that allows her to schedule brevets on blustery days or, 2) I am a big complainer.

Either way it was a great day to spend on the bike on a beautiful route. Thanks Susan!

Go to here for Susan's website and links to other blogs from the ride.

Steve Atkins