Today’s ride: The Two Rivers Century is put on by the Wye River Upper School from Centreville, MD. The rivers are the Chester and the Corsica, and this ride has a lot going for it apart from the rivers. While the eastern shore of Maryland is not known for it’s hills, this ride actually finds a surprising amount of rolling terrain, making it one of the more interesting rides on the eastern side of the Chesapeake Bay. There may be no difficult climbs, but this ride has enough variety to keep it interesting. I didn’t need the small chainring when I rode it, but while it isn’t hilly, it may surprise riders who don’t expect any climbs. Since it is run in late June, there is always the chance that the ride will be hot, so hydration is always a serious consideration. Two Rivers  has a metric century option that would make a good training opportunity for later season rides, and the scenery is a mix of Eastern shore wildlife, farmland, small rivers, parks and beaches. Expect to see a variety of birds. (On the way to the ride, I saw an Osprey with a fish in it’s talons fly over the highway. This is not uncommon on Maryland’s Eastern Shore.) The routes are very well marked, including both painted arrows and signs planted at turning points along the route. This makes Two Rivers a difficult ride to get lost on. One nice feature of this ride is that by the end of it, the rest stops come more frequently. While you can always skip them if you choose to, water stops can be a godsend when it’s hot.

The Experience: This year the Two Rivers Century had excellent conditions. The morning was overcast but clearing; the day was hot but not humid, and while many of my friends didn’t ride it due to other commitments, I still had Ron and Stephanie to ride with. Ron had decided to ride this as the first of back to back centuries, and he planned to stay in the area and ride the “Bay to Bay” century the following day. I was less ambitious, and chose Two Rivers that weekend as my only event. Since the three of us are early risers, and since Centreville is relatively close to the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, we were able to arrive early. We set up, got our numbers, and got on the road before 7:00 am, mostly so that we could get more of the ride in before it got hot, and partly to avoid crowds. I set out in front, but my pace was a little ambitious for a man who had to ride another century the following day and a woman riding her second century. I sat up a little and we settled into a comfortable pace that ate up miles without eating up the legs. We were remarkably consistent in holding that pace, which is important to riding long distances.  Riders who surge or ride inconsistently tend to wear out. Our constant companion in the first 25 miles was the wind, but it was still cool and we knew that a weather system was coming through. I thought the wind actually decreased a little as we rode on, but we noticed it most at the start. We got to the first stop at Crumpton Park fairly early, having emptied our bottles. We were all drinking steadily as we rode, which is another good idea for riding long distances. We arrived at Betterton Beach on the Chesapeake Bay at 10:30. This stop is at the 42 mile mark, and the sun was out by then. We added ice to our water bottles before we set out again, into the farmland of Kent County Maryland. This section didn’t have much shade, but we kept drinking and held our pace as we crossed over Rte 301 into Millington. The rest stop at 62 miles was the local sporting club – the sportsmen were shooting clay pigeons – and I found myself distracted by greeting the German Shepherd Dog that belonged to one of the volunteers. This reminder of my childhood aside, we had to deal with the heat by this time, though thankfully is wasn’t too humid.  We were coming into a more shaded part of the ride, and that had it’s value to us as well. By this time, the Century and Metric rides had rejoined, so we saw more riders on the course.  We filled up at a water stop at 74 miles, and rolled into Tuckahoe Park at 86 miles with Ron having actually increased our pace slightly to get some separation from other riders. (Note: if you want to join a group of riders you don’t know, ask them if you can join them before you do. It’s polite. Otherwise drafting people you don’t know is both dangerous and annoying to those people whom you’re drafting. In short, if you don’t have friends to ride with, make some on the ride by talking. Drafting without asking is rude.) The final leg of the ride back to Centrerville was warm, but knowing we were on the last leg of our century kept us on pace. The prospect of the post ride beer and the enjoyment of an excellent day lifted our moods as we arrived at the finish at the Centreville town square. We collected our shirts and headed to the Crab Deck on Kent Island to celebrate.  This was a great day and a nearly flawless ride. The only thing that could have improved it was more friends to share it with.

Selections from my mental iPod during the ride: “Cry Love” by John Hiatt, “Political” by Spirit of the West, and “Boots or Hearts” by The Tragically Hip.

Stats: 100.12 Miles ridden, the way century rides should be – consistent and enjoyable.

At Betterton Beach, 42 miles in. Ron needs a beer. Is that why he isn’t smiling?

Tuckahoe State Park at Mile 86 – Closer to beer. Ron is threatening to crack a smile…

Post ride. Not much of a smile from Ron, but we’re all satisfied after a great ride!

Today’s ride: The Patuxent Rural Legacy Ride is a metric century put on by the Oxon Hill Bicycle Club. It starts in Croom Maryland and runs through parkland and farms along the Patuxent River.  We lovingly refer to this ride as “Pax Legacy” or simply “Pax”, since my friends and I will seldom miss the opportunity to ride it.  It’s well supported, well run, and scenic. While it’s known as a hot weather ride, much of the course is shaded, and this is the kind of event that we are all happy to support.  Ride distances include the full metric century at approximately 64 miles, a 44 mile option, a 35 mile option, and a 22 mile option. All of the options include a stop at the Merkle Wildlife Sanctuary. Regardless of distance, this is a ride that requires hydration, but it is very well supported and extremely enjoyable. The Oxon Hill Bike Club holds a picnic afterward. Riders are well looked after at this event.

The Experience: As usual, my team and I were among the first to arrive. The forecast called for a hot, and humid day, and we intended to get going by 7:00 to get as far into the ride as possible before the heat of the day.  Rita had a little mechanical trouble, and needed some brake adjustments, but we got going at 7:15 while the majority of riders were still on their way to the start. Seven of us were out on the road – Myself, Ron, Rita, Stephanie, Eric, Carol and John – most of the usual suspects I ride with -though we had a lot of friends and acquaintences on the road that day. While I had a good ride, I was feeling the heat and managed to be consistent despite not feeling like I was at my best. The first section was just over 20 miles to Magruder’s Landing on the Patuxent. We set a comfortable pace, and I settled into the ride. John and Carol had gone ahead, but we met them at the first stop, and managed to get going again just as the area started to get a good crowd of riders coming in. The ride rolls, particularly on the Metric course, and the section between Magruder’s Landing and Eagle Harbor had some good climbs, but I rode them well and kept drinking – the secret to riding in the heat. Eagle Harbor is past the halfway point of the ride, but coming out involves a climb out above the river. The next stop was the Merkle Wildlife Sanctuary, 18 miles from Eagle Harbor. By this time Rita was concerned about her bike and the group splintered on the hills. John and Eric got to the front, and I was behind them, just in sight. Behind me were Ron and Stephanie, and Carol was grinding her way up the hill behind them. With about 5 miles to go until Merkle, Eric had ridden ahead, John had waited for Carol, and I found myself riding alone. I waited for Ron and Stephanie and the three of us rode to the rest stop together. We would all gather and leave Merkle together. As we rode in, I encountered the son of a friend from Arlington, VA. Rad was riding well, and had dropped his parents. He joined us for refreshments, but left to finish before us. By the time we got in, Eric had left, but we knew where he would be when we got back to the start. We had the chance to meet Merkle’s resident owl, and  pulled together to finish.  We ended up splitting into pairs on the climb out of Merkle – I found myself in front with Stephanie, Ron and Rita rode together, and John and Carol did the same. The finish was at a low point, so the final 3 miles were mostly downhill. We cruised to the finish and all gathered to celebrate in the shade. We’d earned our beer that day!

Selections from my mental iPod during the ride: “Not Only Numb” by The Gin Blossoms, “Letter to Elise” by The Cure, and “Ants Marching” by The Dave Matthews Band.

Stats: 63.61 Miles ridden, at a fairly strong and consistent pace despite the heat.

The crew on the dock at Magruder’s Landing – Stephanie, Eric, Rita, Myself, Carol, Ron and John.

Beating the Heat at Eagle Harbor, just over halfway though the ride. Stephanie gets the photo credit!

We met up with this Screech Owl at the Merkle Wildlife Sanctuary again this year. She didn’t seem to be bothered by all the attention she was getting from the bike riders.

Despite her diminutive size, this owl is a full grown adult.

Today’s ride: The SMECO 75 is a rolling ride in Southern Maryland. It’s sponsored by the Southern Maryland Electric Company, thus the unusual name. It’s an “in-between” distance, not the typical Metric or English Century distance of 63 or 100 miles, but that in itself is a novelty. The roads are generally good; there are some climbs to deal with, but they’re not long or particularly steep, and the ride is very well supported.  While the ride tends to fall on hot days, since it’s held on the first weekend in June, SMECO doesn’t make you wait too long for water. There are plenty of stops. This ride gives away a lot of little gifts with your registration, including a drawstring bag and a stylish water bottle – not the kind you take on your bike, but the kind you’d see at the gym or keep at your desk at work. The ride also goes through Southern Maryland’s Amish community, so you might see the occasional horse and buggy on the roads.

The Experience: In keeping with 2016’s weather pattern, this ride held out the threat of rain. My friends and I decided to leave by 7:30 to reduce the chance of being rained on.  It was foggy and humid, but not warm at the start. Experience warned me to stay hydrated and hold on to some energy for the end of the ride. I was in a pensive mood, in contrast with the ebullient Eric, who finds delight in any gathering. We were joined by John, Carol, Tony, Ron and Denise T, who was riding her new Cervelo S-5 dream bike. We rode out into a lifting fog. While the temperature was comfortable, the roads were damp in areas that would normally be shaded, so we had to be careful when riding downhill. Conditions didn’t favor seeing every obstacle. One memorable feature of this ride is a short, steep climb just before the first rest stop. This year the ride route took the same hill from a different direction, which made it a longer, easier climb, though still a significant effort. For some, this might be a good feature, but part of me wanted to feel the strain, to breathe hard and work my way up that steep climb. As it was, we still had a climb, but the flavor was a little different. It didn’t detract from our enjoyment. As the ride went on, the weather never changed. It was cloudy and humid, but the rain didn’t arrive. With the exception of a bee sting on Carol’s shoulder, which was tended with care at the final rest stop, there were no challenges to us; the heat stayed manageable, and the ride was thoroughly enjoyable. 75 miles is an odd distance. Like a metric century, it doesn’t reach very far into your reserves. 100 miles is always a test, but 75 is more manageable if conditions are good.  Without the usual heat, this year the SMECO 75 seemed more tame. That suited me just fine!

Selections from my mental iPod during the ride: “My Ever Changing Moods” by The Style Council, “Soothe Me” by Sam & Dave, and “Stone Cold Sober” by Del Amitri.

Stats: 74.85 Miles ridden, well within the margin of error for my bicycle computer. I decided not to circle the parking lot just to make up the distance number. Some days close is just fine.

The rogues gallery for SMECO 2016 – Eric, Denise, Myself (hiding at the back) Carol, John, Tony and Ron at the first rest stop.

Holding up a wall at the third rest stop.

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…

It’s mid December, and yesterday I got in another 50+ mile ride. It’s not unusual to get in a December ride, but having the weather to allow longer rides is unusual. Of course whenever the high temperature goes below 40 degrees, it’s very hard to ride any serious distances, and since it’s getting dark and cold about the time I leave work, getting weekday rides in is also very hard. Yet this year I’ve managed to get through November and into December while riding good distances on the weekends with my cycling friends. I see no benefit to climate change, but while the daytime high temperature on Saturday hovered around 70 degrees, it was too good a day to waste indoors.

Every December, my friend Ron wraps himself up, gets on the bike, and cycles over 25 miles from his home to Mount Vernon, where he picks up the latest christmas tree ornament from George Washington’s estate. The round trip is over 50 miles, and usually cold. Not so today, so in the holiday spirit, 5 of us joined him on the ride. Eric, Rita, Tony, Matt and I made it an adventure, including stops for coffee in Old Town Alexandria, and Lunch at Mr. Smith’s in Georgetown under the Whitehurst Freeway by the Potomac waterfront.

This was among the best of times, because we had the perfect combination of social and unhurried riding, perfect weather, and a goal at our destination.  Every bike ride is different. Some are fast and competitive, some are challenging, and some are explorations, but this was simply what I call a ride for the soul. No pressure, nobody gets dropped. Everyone just enjoys the company and rides for the pure enjoyment of moving and sharing the day with others. This autumn has been full of such rides. Fall riding is usually dominated by the scenery and complicated by the chill, but they also tend to have the unhurried flavor of riding for the sake of enjoyment.  Usually in the fall you’re in fairly good condition coming out of a busy summer and having made the most of your event rides in September and early October.  Some riders hang up their bikes at this time of year, but if you can get the right clothes and some friends to join you, these can be memorable times to ride.

One of the reasons I’m enjoying this time stems from an impulse buy I made back in September. It’s a Cannondale CAAD 12 bicycle.  The color was unexpectedly bright, and since it’s a day glow color as if it was radioactive, it named itself – “The Nuke”.  This is an aluminum framed bicycle, but it weighs the same or perhaps slightly less than the red Orbea Onix bicycle you’ll see pictured in many of my past posts. I’d been enjoying the Orbea since 2010, and when I ordered the CAAD 12 it was just to get a bicycle that was different in fit and feel, which would also allow me to customize the Orbea to be geared for hill climbing. While aluminum bicycles are often taken to be hard riding frames, this one is surprisingly comfortable.  Experimentation with Carbon Fiber frames has allowed designers to make custom tube shapes that actually make an aluminum bicycle much more comfortable, and given that I ride the Cannondale with a slightly wider tire (23 mm to 25 mm) at a slightly lower pressure than before, it does tend to smooth out any differences I might have felt between the frame types.  The CAAD 12 has a mid range double crankset (52/36) Shimano Ultegra components, including brakes, and internal cable routing. All for much less than a similar carbon fiber framed bike.  A carbon bike at the price point I bought the CAAD 12 at would have lesser components, and I think that it’s an incredible value for the price.  Now that I have several hundred miles on it in a variety of conditions including steep climbs, I can report that the bike is a worthy competitor for a carbon bike at that price point. It’s quick, responsive and smooth, and I think it is great for an enthusiast as well as a racer. In any event, I’m really enjoying the bike.

Even though it’s unusually warm as I write this, it’s still December. That means it’s time to look ahead to events in the spring.  This is the best time to sign up for spring events, when the price is lowest. So far I’ve signed up for my usual first century of the year, the 6 Pillars Century, and a challenge ride – Storming of Thunder Ridge.  Usually, these are cold days and signing up for rides helps you dream of spring – but on a day that feels like spring, they’re a different kind of inspiration.  While I’m riding on these weekends, I’m not only thinking ahead, I’m enjoying my rides as I do.  It doesn’t get any better.  It won’t stay warm for long, but while I’m riding and signing up for spring rides, I feel a lot more connected to the bike than I normally do this time of year. I’m hoping for a short winter!

Today’s ride: The Maine Lighthouse Ride is run by the Eastern Trail Alliance in Southern Maine. The ride starts in South Portland at Southern Maine Community College overlooking Casco Bay, and runs through towns such as Old Orchard Beach, Saco and Kennebunkport. The ride goes past several lighthouses along the southern Maine coast. This ride was listed as one of the the most scenic centuries by Active.com, and it lives up to it’s  reputation.  The ride is limited to 1200 participants, and it fills up every year. Riders have to sign up early. This is a very well organized ride. The Maine Lighthouse Ride includes some multi-use trails at the start of the ride which have a limited capacity, so some crowding will happen at the start. It also includes a section of gravel causeway over the Scarborough marsh south of Portland, but this shouldn’t be a threat to road bike tires if you ride carefully.  However, I recommend that you be sure that your tires are in good condition before the ride.

The Experience: This year I resolved to leave the Washington DC area for at least one ride, and I liked the description of the Lighthouse Ride, so I convinced my friend Ron, who is always up for a new bike ride, to join me. The weather was wet on the drive north, but the day before the ride cleared up quickly. Saturday turned out to be a picture postcard day – temperatures in the mid 70s, light winds, and clear skies. The ride has a mass start, and the first two lighthouses on the ride were right at the start, so there was some crowding to start. Among the riders were 68 riders of all skill levels from Iowa, who were riding for charity. While charity riders are often inexperienced and sometimes get in the way, this group was careful, and on the bike path in Portland they picked up my habit of calling out when we were slowing or stopping at crossings. It wasn’t long before Ron and I found our way onto open roads and picked up some speed.  The Scarborough marsh causeway challenged us, and while many riders didn’t adjust for it,  Ron and I rode it carefully.  There were a few riders who had a flat, but we reached the short climb after the marsh safely, and picked up the pace to get some separation from the bulk of the other riders before the first rest stop. After the first rest stop we had left most of the other riders behind us. We headed south over good roads toward Kennebunkport. after the second stop, (and a brief halt in Kennebunkport), we headed back north along the coast.  The road twisted and turned along the rocky coastline, and even without the lighthouses the ride was interesting, varied and challenging. The ride was flying by. We went back over the Scarborough marsh causeway, and I was concerned about a flat, but thankfully we didn’t have any problems. Near the end of the course we went through a park with a short, steep climb – but we came over the top to the final lighthouse of the day, the Portland Head light, and a great photo opportunity.  We rode back to the start and right to the beer garden, where we celebrated with local Shipyard ales. We were told that the ride had over 3000 feet of climbing, but the climbs were short and I thought we’d only climbed half as much as we did. I think the 2015 Lighthouse Ride was among the best if not the very best century I’ve ridden.  It was a feast for the eyes, the terrain was interesting, and of course conditions were perfect. It’s the kind of ride I’d go to every year, even if the conditions were rainy or hot. Some rides are going to be memorable no matter what the conditions will be. The Lighthouse Ride made a very positive impression.

Selections from my mental iPod during the ride: “Just Like Heaven” by The Cure, “Cynical Girl” by Marshall Crenshaw, and “Cliffs of Dover”, an instrumental by Guitar Hero Eric Johnson.

Statistics: 102.24 Miles on a perfect day, coupled with a great course and scenery to match.

Ron at the “Bug” light in Portland Harbor.

Cape Elizabeth Light.

Portland Head Light.

The two of us at Portland Head Light.

At the Beer Garden after the ride, celebrating with the local ales!