Monthly Archives: May 2016

6 Pillars Century 2016

Today’s ride: The 6 Pillars Century in Cambridge MD. Held on the first Saturday in May, 6 Pillars runs from Cambridge on the Choptank River south through the Blackwater Wildlife Refuge to Hoopers Island, then heads back up the bay and circles east, passing through the Blackwater Wildlife Refuge again. The ride itself is very flat, which can take it’s toll on all of a rider’s contact points with the bicycle, hands, seat and feet. The largest hills on the ride are bridges, and the conditions that will take the biggest toll on riders is wind. 6 Pillars takes riders through tidal flats, small towns and open farmland. A variety of birds and other wildlife can be seen in the Blackwater Wildlife Refuge, including Ospreys, Herons, and Red-winged Blackbirds.

The Experience: This year’s 6 Pillars Century started out with the threat of rain. The forecast didn’t call for it, but the hours before dawn were wet. By 7am the rain had stopped, leaving wet roads and gray skies overhead. At 7:30, my group set out with layers for warmth and rain protection, but as the morning progressed, it was only needed to keep the spray from our tires off of us. 7 of us rode together – Myself, Ron, Tony, Eric, John, Carol and Stephanie – who was riding her first century. It was a calm morning, and we rode at a comfortable pace out of Cambridge, staying together. At the first rest stop we picked up another rider, Holly, who rides with the Oxon Hill Bicycle Club and knows most of us. As we rode on, the weather had been improving. We left the second rest stop and headed to Hooper’s Island with a tailwind. John, Eric and I jumped out at the bridges and sprinted over them for fun. We crossed over to South Hooper’s Island and turned back, with the roads starting to dry and the wind picking up. We pushed back into the wildlife refuge and made the rest stop at 63 miles feeling good. By that time our fist time century rider had gone as far as she ever had on a bicycle, with 38 miles to ride. The next leg went through some marshland over roads that were often submerged at high tide.  At one point, because of the rains over the previous week, we found ourselves riding through approximately 100 yards of standing water. As we rode into the final rest stop, the sun had come out and the temperature had gotten into the low 60’s. At that point my jacket wasn’t needed, so I folded it up and put it into a jersey pocket. I was feeling good, and rode to the front with Eric. We soon found we’d broken away from the group.  Instead of sitting up, we finished strong, and waited for the others, including Stephanie, who came in with Ron and Tony to finish her first century. In the end, we came back to the parking lot and celebrated our ride.

Selections from my mental iPod during the ride: “Manhattan” by Eric Johnson, “I Love You Suzanne” by Lou Reed, and “E=MC2” by Big Audio Dynamite.

Stats: 100.12 Miles ridden. A cool day with warm company.


Getting ready to start. Tom, Ron, Carol, Stephanie, Tony, John and Eric.


Eric and I at the Third rest stop, at the North end of the bridge between Hooper’s Island and South Hooper’s Island.


Stephanie at the finish – Her first century ride is complete!


The Celebration Post ride.  The sun is out, and so are the smiles!

2016 Florida Safari

The ride(s): The Florida Safari is a week long series of rides in Northern Florida and Southern Georgia put on by the Florida Freewheelers bicycle club. There are 3 day and 6 day ride options. The first 3 days rides are from Live Oak Florida, and the last three days rides are based out of Cherry Lake Florida. The cost includes food and entertainment; and the food is very good. The courses are rolling but the climbs aren’t steep. There are a variety of distances offered each day, with two days offering full century courses. The courses were well marked and the rest stops were well placed and well stocked. The support was excellent. The Safari organizers are cyclists themselves, and they paid a great deal of attention to detail. It is a week long experience that riders tend to return for year after year.

The Experience: I have heard about this event for many years, since my friend Ron has been riding it and talking about it – and this year I finally had a chance to see for myself what he was talking about. The Safari did not disappoint. I came to Florida with high hopes of experiencing all that was available to me, and had I spent more time on my bike, whether on the road or a trainer and less time in my office, I might have done so.  However, conditions and deadlines made that difficult, and I approached the Safari as training in itself.  I had hoped to ride a century or two, but in the end I rode a metric century, or it’s equivalent distance on average each day – which was enough to get me in much better condition by the time I headed north to Maryland again. All the while I was dealing with camping and meeting new people and trying new things. When Ron and I arrived in Live Oak, we connected with another friend, John Summer from Fredericksburg Virginia.  I’d met John last year when he came up to Maryland for a training ride in September – he was planning to ride the Seagull Century, which was washed out by Hurricane Joachim.  He is a good natured man and a talented rider, and the three of us rode together for the most part. Since John and Ron were veterans they had done something that I had failed to do – prepare. Still, as camp mates we all got along. The normal good natured banter that is typical of these occasions applied, and in the spirit of the occasion, we cooperated in camp and on the roads.  It was a good arrangement. While my companions both got maximum miles from their Safari, I did not. This didn’t bother me too much – I was satisfied with the miles and progress I made.  When I do this again, I will be much better prepared, and perhaps then I’ll go for maximum miles, if conditions allow. The important part was the experience, which included some triumph and misfortune for me, but we had fun, we had rides, and we had beer.  All the ingredients for a memorable event were there. Setting aside the drive to and from home, the Safari was a 6 day event, so I’ll present a few notes by day:

Day 1 – A mass start from the fairgrounds for a 67 mile ride to kick off the Safari. We were near the front and set off quickly.  Some riders left early, so there were a lot of riders on the course, but we were ready to ride and we did so, at a good pace. I enjoyed myself but in retrospect it was foolish to put so much energy into riding on the first day of a 6 day event. I remember rolling back to Live Oak after a day in the hills at a virtual sprint. It was great fun, but my new bicycle didn’t quite have the fit dialed in. After we finished I was more tired than I should have been, and worse – I had a sore left knee. All that after having had little sleep after camping for the first time in years. No problem. We had beer back at camp!

Day 2 – I set out with my left knee complaining quite loudly, and the rest of my body complaining somewhat less. I would pay for that early speed on day 1. I wanted to ride the century that day – but that would not have been wise. At the first rest stop I went to the Safari mechanic at John and Ron’s suggestion – a true bicycle whisperer named Diane, and talked about my aching knee. She checked my position and adjusted my saddle, and I felt better immediately! My knee was still tender, and the conditions were challenging, including headwinds over 20 MPH that day – so after suffering through 67 miles, my body surrendered. I caught a lift back to camp. No problem. We had beer. There was a band playing and good food, too. My body began to adjust to the new normal.  I found lying on the ground no barrier to getting 5 or 6 hours of sleep.

Day 3 – Transition to Cherry Lake.  Breakfast. Break camp. 58 miles to the lake. My legs feel fatigued. I let my camp mates go ahead after the second rest stop, and rode in alone.  A funny thing happened – I didn’t really slow down.  I just needed more rest. Riding alone for half the ride was good. I didn’t feel like I was holding the others back.  Cherry Lake turned out to be beautiful. I found that I could ignore my aching muscles and relax with the guys.

Day 4 – A century day, but I decided to go ride the metric+  and see who I could find to ride with. I ended up riding with a group from the Florida Freewheelers.  I had a good time with them. They were also going to go for beer, so I was invited to their campsite that evening to swap stories and sip.  I hooked up John and Ron with the group and we were once again celebrating a day on the bike with beer.

Day 5 – A metric + ride into Georgia. I am back. Despite my aching legs, I can roll with my friends, and it feels good. The scenery is gorgeous, and the riding feels good, and the banter is familiar. I’m riding the way I want to. Bliss. This is the last night at Cherry Lake.  The beer is provided, along with a barbecue dinner that is wonderful. Ron uses his experience as a DJ and radio expert to win a trivia challenge from our entertainer – and gets a T-Shirt for it. We feel spoiled. Safari feeds you well!

Day 6 – Back to Live Oak, our cars, and the end of the Safari. I am feeling good again. At the first rest stop, I am greeted by a friendly Border Collie. I love dogs.  As I’m getting ready to ride again, I get a bump on my calf. I’ve been head butted by that little herding dog.  Being herded by a Border Collie is a sign that I have to get moving and finish my Safari. The ride back includes the only busy road we took all week – and despite my getting a little too close for my comfort to a logging truck as I came off the front after pulling into the wind, the ride goes well. We arrive at the fairgrounds, pack up, shower, say our goodbyes, grab a complimentary slice of pizza, thank our hosts, and get on the road back to Maryland.

I’ll remember a lot – camping, sunrise and sunset over Cherry Lake, coffee at 5:30 in the morning before jumping up into the queue for breakfast at 6, the excellent meals, the courses that challenged the notion that Florida is all flatland, all the great people to talk to, the roadsides full of wild flowers, owls calling at night, train whistles at night from the crossing in Live Oak, landscapes a painter would love, and good company along the way.

Selections from my mental iPod during the ride: Far too many songs, with far too many musical genres to mention. Needless to say, music traveled with me wherever I rode.

Statistics: 372 Miles in total. Not bad for an out of shape man getting short sleep. They are wonderful base miles for rides later in the spring!


In camp at Live Oak, on arrival.


Day 1. Suanee Bicycle Association rest stop.


Day 3 – My bike among the roadside flora.


Day 3 – Ron and John, headed for Cherry Lake.


Sunrise over Cherry Lake.


Day 5 – Post Ride!


Day 5 – Celebrating.  Note the corncobs – riders do not live on beer alone…