SD Fixed
05-28-03, 01:24 PM
The continued saga of me trying to squeeze 100 miles out.
So the last time I was ready, it rained cats and dogs.
This time, I'm ready. Weather was nice, bike is ready. My century partner had bailed out (something about a newborn). And so I'm all alone, but undaunted. I cleaned up and lubed the bike Sunday. Pumped up the tires. Packed my camel back with food and fluid. Filled water bottles. Went to bed early after a hearty dinner. Woke at 630, had a big breakfast (grape nuts and soy milk, fruit, juice, water.. a little candy. Got on the road around 730. The first portion of my ride is down hill (I can reach 35 easy). I get to the bottom and the phone rings. Seems to be that the water heater pilot went out, and my significant other can't get it re lit.
So, back up the hill I go. Fwoomp. Restart the pilot light. Get a glass of water, and off I go again.
So, I'm back on the road. My plan was to head out HWY 94 (for any San Diego familiars) and ride out past Campo, CA, and then back. I've never been out there before, but I've ridden some of it before. It's nice, a little hilly to the point I've been before.
So, I'm cruising along. And at the point it becomes unfamiliar, the road is still climbing. And climbing. And climbing. But it's not a huge climb, and it's not to hot. (As it was cloudy in the 70's on sat and sunday).
So, I keep riding.. and riding. and climbing. I figure it will level out. But about 3 miles out side of Barret Junction, I hit a down hill. And with the brakes on, I'm trying to hold it at 45mph. I could see black on the rim from the brake pads kind of giving up.
So, I hit Barret Junction, making a mental note that there will be a horrible 3 mile climb.
Barret Junction is in a valley. With a climb on the other side. At barret junction it's in the 80's. And there's a this climb on the other side. But I"m only at 27 miles, and it's about 10 miles to Campo. So I start the climb.
And I climb and climb and climb and climb and climb and climb and climb... 7 miles later at a steady 6 mph pace up the hill, I'm still climbing. And it's hot on top of hot. I've gone through my water bottles, two energy bars, some dried fruit, and about 1/2 my camel back at this point. This hill is demoralizingly long and tall. I reached potrero, and the store there didn't take credit or debit cards.. So pushed on to Campo. A slight down hill and my mood improved, but just out side of Campo my legs locked up. Not really a cramp, as they didn't hurt, they just didn't move for a few minutes. I stopped and stretched out... licked some of the salt off my skin.. and got back on. I hit Campo. 40 miles in about 3 hours, 10 minutes. And I was done. There was no way to push on to the 50 mile mark. There was a store in Campo (full of local color) but I was done. I may have made the 50 mile push, and the climb to back up to Potrero, but would not have made it out of Barret Junction by any means. And likely, judging my level of pure exhaustion, I wouldn't have been able to handle the 9 miles of two lane road, fighting traffic, and downhill speeds of 45 + with the amount attention they warrented. Reluctant, I called my wife to come get me.
Sad sad day. But, as I loaded the bike in the trunk, my wife commented that it was a hell of a hill on the way up, and that she was gonna get on me about quiting until she drove the hill that "didn't seem to stop until I got here".
I looked my self over, and my arms and face were white with salt that had dried, and my fore arms now have a really gooood sunburn going for them.
What did I learn?
I should have driven it first to judge the hills.
I should have taken into account the temprature.
I should have taken cash to be able to get more fluids if I had too. (I would have).
That I may love climbing, but that doesn't mean I'm lance just yet.
So, I skipped my commute this week so far to recover (I had trouble walking up the stairs on Tuesday)... And have been thinking over that hill. I'm going to drive out there next weekend and use my GPS to get altitude gain and loss (cause I'm curious to see if it was mental or physical).
Also, has anyone experienced pure leg lock up like that?
So the last time I was ready, it rained cats and dogs.
This time, I'm ready. Weather was nice, bike is ready. My century partner had bailed out (something about a newborn). And so I'm all alone, but undaunted. I cleaned up and lubed the bike Sunday. Pumped up the tires. Packed my camel back with food and fluid. Filled water bottles. Went to bed early after a hearty dinner. Woke at 630, had a big breakfast (grape nuts and soy milk, fruit, juice, water.. a little candy. Got on the road around 730. The first portion of my ride is down hill (I can reach 35 easy). I get to the bottom and the phone rings. Seems to be that the water heater pilot went out, and my significant other can't get it re lit.
So, back up the hill I go. Fwoomp. Restart the pilot light. Get a glass of water, and off I go again.
So, I'm back on the road. My plan was to head out HWY 94 (for any San Diego familiars) and ride out past Campo, CA, and then back. I've never been out there before, but I've ridden some of it before. It's nice, a little hilly to the point I've been before.
So, I'm cruising along. And at the point it becomes unfamiliar, the road is still climbing. And climbing. And climbing. But it's not a huge climb, and it's not to hot. (As it was cloudy in the 70's on sat and sunday).
So, I keep riding.. and riding. and climbing. I figure it will level out. But about 3 miles out side of Barret Junction, I hit a down hill. And with the brakes on, I'm trying to hold it at 45mph. I could see black on the rim from the brake pads kind of giving up.
So, I hit Barret Junction, making a mental note that there will be a horrible 3 mile climb.
Barret Junction is in a valley. With a climb on the other side. At barret junction it's in the 80's. And there's a this climb on the other side. But I"m only at 27 miles, and it's about 10 miles to Campo. So I start the climb.
And I climb and climb and climb and climb and climb and climb and climb... 7 miles later at a steady 6 mph pace up the hill, I'm still climbing. And it's hot on top of hot. I've gone through my water bottles, two energy bars, some dried fruit, and about 1/2 my camel back at this point. This hill is demoralizingly long and tall. I reached potrero, and the store there didn't take credit or debit cards.. So pushed on to Campo. A slight down hill and my mood improved, but just out side of Campo my legs locked up. Not really a cramp, as they didn't hurt, they just didn't move for a few minutes. I stopped and stretched out... licked some of the salt off my skin.. and got back on. I hit Campo. 40 miles in about 3 hours, 10 minutes. And I was done. There was no way to push on to the 50 mile mark. There was a store in Campo (full of local color) but I was done. I may have made the 50 mile push, and the climb to back up to Potrero, but would not have made it out of Barret Junction by any means. And likely, judging my level of pure exhaustion, I wouldn't have been able to handle the 9 miles of two lane road, fighting traffic, and downhill speeds of 45 + with the amount attention they warrented. Reluctant, I called my wife to come get me.
Sad sad day. But, as I loaded the bike in the trunk, my wife commented that it was a hell of a hill on the way up, and that she was gonna get on me about quiting until she drove the hill that "didn't seem to stop until I got here".
I looked my self over, and my arms and face were white with salt that had dried, and my fore arms now have a really gooood sunburn going for them.
What did I learn?
I should have driven it first to judge the hills.
I should have taken into account the temprature.
I should have taken cash to be able to get more fluids if I had too. (I would have).
That I may love climbing, but that doesn't mean I'm lance just yet.
So, I skipped my commute this week so far to recover (I had trouble walking up the stairs on Tuesday)... And have been thinking over that hill. I'm going to drive out there next weekend and use my GPS to get altitude gain and loss (cause I'm curious to see if it was mental or physical).
Also, has anyone experienced pure leg lock up like that?
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