"There is nothing like
puking with somebody to
make you into old friends."
Sylvia Plath
As I drive to the ride start, I think about how it will be interesting to see who and how many show. This century normally has a large attendance, but this year has not been conducive to training and it is not a particularly easy century. The weather has been windy, rainy, cold, snowy, or a combination since January. Brevet weather, I think with a tinge of disgust and envy. Yes, for some odd reason, there is a part of me that misses the challenge of a tough brevet, but this century with the wind and hills will be enough of a challenge for this woman nearing her 69th birthday and knocking on the door of 70. Where, I think, did the years go?
Later during the ride I will relate the story of my recent visit with my young granddaughters. We were walking through the Bible Museum in DC and there were pot shards in cases. My oldest granddaughter, age 5, looks at her little sister and says, "These pots are really old. They're even older than grandma." I laughed them and I laugh now. No filters, just pure honesty.
I arrive right behind John and Susan Pyron who were kind enough to agree to captain the century when Bekki Livingston could not due to some health issues. Normally we park on the other side of the large parking lot, but it is filled with cars and buses. I never do learn what the festival is. Later, before the start, Dave King passes me on my way back from the port-a-pot asking where everyone is. Had I not followed the Python's that would have been me.
Cars roll in quickly after that, particularly since Jeff Carpenter was kind enough to put on a fifty mile route that hangs with the century route departing ways at the first store stop. I laugh when Mike "Diesel Dog" Kamenish signs in on both sheets not realizing there are different sheets. He grins saying, "Well, maybe I'll get credit for 150 miles." This ride start always makes me think of him anyway as this is where the double century he used to put on every year started from. How many years has it been since that was a club ride? Many, many. I rode it the last time it was offered with Thomas "The Train" Nance. Either he was weaker or I was stronger because I could not stay with him anymore.
It turns out there are four new riders: Terrell Brown, Harley Wise, Jerry (I can't read his writing), and William Gillan. Other riders that sign in are Fritz Kopatz, Tom "Ambasador Dog" Askew, Larry "Gizmo" Preble, Bob "Backpack" Grable, Steven "Diamond" Sarson, Keith Baldwin, David "Bam Bam" King, John Dippold, Steve "Mule" Rice, Alan McCoy, Thomas "The Train" Nance, Mark Rougeux, Jon "Lunchbox" Wineland, Glenn "Clothesline" Smith, Mike "Diesel Dog" Kammenish, Dominic Wasserzug, William Gillen, John Pyron, Susan Pyron, and myself. People mill around the parking lot as they do before a ride, catching up with people as the bicycling season really begins. My heart rises seeing some of the friends I have not seen for months and we exchange a few words here or there. Tom Askew shows me a new helmet mirror he has acquired, one that will, I am sure, arouse a bit of envy from some others. My jaw drops a bit when I see Alan McCoy is here as I have not seen him at a ride for a number of years, and yes, I hear someone make the joke about him being the "Real McCoy." You younger riders may need to Google that reference.
Before the ride I talk briefly with Harley Wise, a first time TMD participant and rider. He asks about the pace and I tell him the group will split into different smaller groups with paces that probably will range from 12 mph to 18 mph. Harley tells me he has just retired and has set completion of the tour as a goal. As it turns out, Harley will be the first one in for the day reaching the end at 3:29 p.m. With the last group coming in at 5:50, this tells you a bit about the pace he was holding.
At 8:30, the Pyron's send everyone on their way and it is quite the sight with the century group and the fifty mile group rolling out. A wave of brightly covered jerseys and the sound of chatter fills the air along with the shifting of gears and the turning of sprockets. As usual, it did not take long for groups to form. On this ride, that was aided by traffic. I talk briefly with Jerry, last name unknown, who says that he does, indeed, hope to complete the tour. I also meet one of the other first timers: Terrell Brown. I learn that Terrell is not from Louisville but came to this area as a runner for Bellarmine University.
While I was not present, I have it on good authority that Thomas Nance missed a turn early in the ride going off course. This made for some ribbing until one of the one doing some of the ribbing missed a turn. Yes, Jon Wineland who pointed out that with all the turns in the course, missing one was only a one percent error rate;-) Later, Thomas and Larry would tell Jon that while going through a neighborhood, some people told them Jon was looking for them. He claims his GPS went a little wonky in the neighborhood, I think he just didn't want to admit missing more turns than Thomas.
At the first store stop, Harley reintroduced himself to Larry reminding Larry that once, long ago, Larry had bought him breakfast and telling him that he owed him one. Larry didn't collect yesterday because he had dropped back to the group I was riding with, but he may one day get that free meal. Larry would have had to do some pushing to stay with Harley yesterday. It made me think of how kind riders normally are to others when they forget to bring their wallet or have another issue.
Shortly after lunch at McDonalds, my group for the day has formed. I am riding with Bob Grable, Keith Baldwin, Larry Preble, Steve Rice, David King, and Terrell Brown. I was surprised to see Steve at the start and even more surprised by how strongly he was riding since he recently had a hip replacement. He denies it still troubling him. This is Dave's first ride of the year. While he complains, he has no trouble keeping up and even beats Steve to one green sign. (For those who don't know, it used to be a familiar practice during club rides to race and be the first to take a green sign for a county or city). We briefly touch upon our upcoming bike ride when we will ride from Anchorage to Fairbanks and back. Keith, who normally is with a faster group, reveals that he has not been riding much as he finally found a new home and was dealing with selling his old home. Bob has also started a new job as Chief Financial Officer for a local company.
We do not stop again until we are almost finished opting not to go to the Barbecue. We debate not stopping, but decide it is needed. The hills are beginning to tell on legs and joints and Larry says he is walking like an old man, then laughs and says he is an old man. We all sit on the curb and, other than Terrell, groan when get up. Soon we will face the last hill. I know it is a bad hill as Garmin counts it as a hill. Bob's Garmin says there are only four hills on the course. My Wahoo says there are twenty six. Jon's Garmin comes in with over 6,000 feet of climbing. My Wahoo comes in at 5,600. Regardless, my legs are cursing me by the time we crest Wolf Pen Road and are ready to quit. And I am not the only one. I don't believe anyone puked (not hot enough but something I have seen on rides before), but I think that every single one of us, at least in my group, was quite glad to put the hills behind us and finish.
Thank you, Bekki and John Pelligrino, for this route. And thanks again to the Pyron's for captaining. I'm sorry I don't know more about the other groups and what happened to them throughout the day, but this is how everyone came in that signed in at the end:
Harley Wise: 3:29 pm. 1 rider
Jon Wineland: 3:36 p.m. 1 rider
John Dippold: 3:54 p.m. 6 riders
Thomas Nance: 3:54 p.m. 6 riders
Alan McCoy 3:54 p.m. 6 riders
Glenn Smith: 3:54 p.m. 6 riders
Fritz Kopatz: 3:54 p.m. 6 riders
Michael Kamenish: 3:54 p.m. 6 riders
Tom Askew: 4:20 p.m. 2 riders
Jerry (Not sure of last name) 4:20 2 riders
Larry Preble 4:30 p.m. 7 riders
Keith Baldwin: 4:30 p.m. 7 riders
Melissa Hall: 4:30 p.m. 7 riders
Steve Rice: 4:30 p.m. 7 riders
Bob Grable: 4:30 p.m. 7 riders
David King: 4:30 p.m. 7 riders
Terrell Brown: 4:30 p.m. 7 riders
Dominic Wasserzug: 5:50 p.m. 4 riders
Steven Sarson: 5:50 p.m. 4 riders
Susan Pyron: 5:50 p.m. 4 riders
John Pyron: 5:50 p.m. 4 riders