Pre Hell
In response to not doing my normal amount of riding BECAUSE babies, I attempted to up the intensity of my riding in the weeks because the original HOH date. While I was disappointed the original date was cancelled due to snow, it gave me 2 extra weeks to whip my ass into something that resembled the form I would like to be in and with the onset of some nicer weather I was able to start throwing down some harder stuff. The scale has started being nicer and I am now reaching the lower 160’s again, which is good that it isn’t going the other way. But with only 5-8 hours of saddle time, there wasn’t much I could do to address the obvious lack of anything past the 1.5 hour mark, but it isn’t like I was doing long ride pre-baby so I guess it isn’t that much different.
In riding related baby news, they are now sleeping from 10pm to 8am consistently, so this opens the door for pre-work rides. This is bittersweet as it is my preferred time to ride because I can do longer rides and it is before whatever SHIT is going to happen that day but now I am back to darkness and colder temps (damn it, it was in the 30’s on Monday when I rode but the full moon made up for it) just when the lunchtime temps are starting to be nice. Oh well, I can still do lunch rides but at least I can ride in the morning if know lunch isn’t going to happen, which wasn’t an option a few months ago. I can also get back to my rides more in the low hills than what I can touch at lunch as my climbing is what has been hurt the most from my current riding. That being said, after 7 months of getting up at whatever hour and sleeping until 6:45, I am having a little trouble getting back in the swing of early rising so my rides haven’t been much longer. MEH.
HOH
In the week before HOH, it was one of those weeks where it seems I could ride whenever and I took advantage and did some harder rides to keep the lions moving , had a double day and maybe over did it a tad. I get up that morning and feel on the sluggish side and the coffee I had in my house tasted like poop. I was going to run out and get some but time was at a premium. Get out of the house without waking everyone and chill riding to the start. Do my best to avoid the wind and am semi-successful. See
@jdog and Bob outside and then checked in. While putting my number on, I watched some guy strategically placed enough stuff in his pockets for a 3 day ride and thought there was no way he could get anything out of said pockets after they were packed .Back outside, I am not seeing anyone and am standing in the second group. I see
@rick81721 from a distance and then the rest of the mtbnj crew but I don’t see rick by the time I make my way around the barrier. Take the annual “kevin is real” picture with
@BiknBen, @capers,
@pooriggy,
@SpartaBard,
@ChrisG and
@Chris26er,
@cem is there somewhere too which has been the fairly consistent HOH crew the past few years (thanks
@BiknBen!) and settle the discussion of how to say my last name (222) to which
@ChrisG apparently was correct.
So after freezing in the wind waiting for the start, we are off in the second wave. We are chilling and then I am informed that everyone else is skipping Dutchtown about 100’ before the turn where they are going straight. Meh, I am riding the whole loop so I bury myself a bit to ride this little section (which was in horrible condition BTW and really showed how horrible roadies are in the rough) and try and catch back up and I see in the
fly-by that they did wait for a tad. So all week I was saying to not get caught alone on Wertsville alone given the wind diurection and while I was actually talking about the second section of Wertsville, I was left chasing down Montgomery, Wertsville and Rileyville with a solid headwind and I definitely burned a match there. Luckily, about a half mile from Rileville, I jumped on a train of two cross guys who were each roughly 7’ tall, so sitting in was nice. They towed me half way up Rileyville and I passed them to soon find @capers. I try to give him a push but that is above my pay grade, so I move on to find the rest of the group. I attack them once I find them and no one wants to play so I soft pedal and rejoin. Had a nice group for the windy death section of Wertsville, Boss and whatever that next road is and found that sitting behind Bard doesn’t do too much but he does take some solid pulls in this section. @capers died somewhere in there and I was left alone as the others waited so I just casually climbed Pine Hill where most of the group caught back up. Featherbed was the last place I was worried about getting murdered by the wind and there was a pseudo group where I could sit on some wheels. Twice the guy in front of me was pushed back by the wind and I almost crossed wheels with him but thankfully, did not. I was ready to boogy on 519 and tried to get jdog to motor pace us on the motorcycle sadly he just braaaappp’d on by. I knew there was a small climb before the rest stop so I cruised up the hill and pulled in (Side note, I thought the first rest stop was a bit too far into the ride).
Didn’t stay around long and left with Ben and Capers and put up the windsails 29 after the always teeth chattering downhill on Stompf Road.
Straight Arming for Life
On the next dirt section, Worman, @Capers died and
@BiknBen stays with him to make sure he doesn’t die 4 real. So most people know my deal on these longer group rides, I usually leave everyone for dead at some point and while I didn’t plan to leave anyone for dead on this day, this was the point where it was like, ok, I just need to push the second half out. So from here on out it was see someone up ahead, catch them and move on. Everyone was either dead or dying so I was only passed by one person who said he flatted in the front group. I tried to hold his wheel but couldn’t and he was off. I would say the last 35 miles I only passed maybe 15 people, if that. Knowing the route so well I knew exactly what was coming, which is good and bad as I knew where every little bit of hill and knew Hopewell-Amwell and Lindbergh were going to be the suck. Normally these climbs, especially Lindbergh which is a “feel good” climb being that you can ride up it fastly but having it in the last 5 miles of this loop is just plan mean. I did stop to take this picture before Linbergh to document how nice of a day it was and is a place I have taken a picture from numerous times.
I chased one guy up Lindbergh and passed him right on the kicker at the end and then it was smooth sailing from there. I was c-blocked a little bit on Spring Hill by a truck that pulled out just before the downhill but going that fast still feels good at the end of a hard ride.
So that was it, another HOH in the books. As always a great day in the books. HOH always reminds me that I shouldn't be a dick online because people are normal in real life. I felt good and didn’t completely die and had some good conversations with the mtbnj peeps at the end. The ride home was mainly a death march but did a good job of not getting murdered by the wind and in the end thought that
17 avg for the century was decent.