Fifty Plus (50+) - Congratulations to The Historian

Congratulations to The Historian for completing his first Century Ride. Remember, you read it here first.

Congratulations to The Historian for completing his first Century Ride. Remember, you read it here first.

Yes, Terrierman was the first BF person I contacted. I then posted a brief comment in the Charity forum. 106 miles, 8 hours 54 minutes rolling time, 10 hours 25 minutes total. I skipped the 75 mile ride back today - too much too soon. That and my right shoulder was upset it spent 8 hours in an elevated position. Someone from my bike shop saw me about mile 60 and said I looked like I was really suffering. I either need to get a great deal faster, ride in a much better posture, or develop a poker face so it's not obvious I am suffering. I'm not sure which is easiest.

Special thanks are due two Bike Forums posters who were on the ride - my team Captain, mentor, and friend Uncadan, and MTBLover, who I met at the rest stop on the century loop. MTBLover's advice that I didn't need to complete a century before the MS ride helped restore my faltering confidence a couple of weeks ago. He reminded me of that when we met in the NJ Pine Barrens yesterday. Thanks, MTBLover.

Congratulations, Historian! Now bask in your well-deserved glory!

-soma5

Congratulation on a great accomplishment! :beer:

You are one really persistent dude. Congratulations on getting the big one!!

This guy is amazing!

Well done.............:)

Congratulations on a job well done.

Congrats! I'm really getting the bug to do this...perhaps this winter, since I live so close to the Palm Springs area, I might be able to pull it off. http://bestsmileys.com/thinking/1.gif

One hundred miles sounds like a very long distance.

:beer:

Congratulations! This is one fantastic accomplishment.

One hundred miles sounds like a very long distance.

I suppose it is. :-)

Well done, Historian. You're a great example for the rest of us!

I logged in last night looking to see the ride report from The Historian. Not finding one, I considered starting a thread asking where the report was, but demurred because ... well ... what if something bad had happened ... or if TH simply had no legs on Saturday?

Congrats!

I hope you go back to more rational distances with continued zeal and wonderment of your surroundings. The ongoing training and health benefits are prob better from the 40-60 mile rides, anyway.

Yes, Terrierman was the first BF person I contacted. I then posted a brief comment in the Charity forum. 106 miles, 8 hours 54 minutes rolling time, 10 hours 25 minutes total. I skipped the 75 mile ride back today - too much too soon. That and my right shoulder was upset it spent 8 hours in an elevated position. Someone from my bike shop saw me about mile 60 and said I looked like I was really suffering. I either need to get a great deal faster, ride in a much better posture, or develop a poker face so it's not obvious I am suffering. I'm not sure which is easiest.

Special thanks are due two Bike Forums posters who were on the ride - my team Captain, mentor, and friend Uncadan, and MTBLover, who I met at the rest stop on the century loop. MTBLover's advice that I didn't need to complete a century before the MS ride helped restore my faltering confidence a couple of weeks ago. He reminded me of that when we met in the NJ Pine Barrens yesterday. Thanks, MTBLover.

Bravo, bravo, bravo, Neil!!!! And my pleasure- it's kind of you to say thanks, but I was far from from the only one giving you advice. Lots of people in here pulling for you! It was great seeing you on the loop- you were lookin' good, and I had every confidence that you were going to make it! i couldn't tell you were suffering. Re: Grahny's comment in the charity forum- yeah, we could have used more hills, but the wind (from every direction) made up for that ;).
Here's to many more centuries! :beer::beer::beer:

Neil, I knew you spent the last month worrying, but I knew you would pull it off this weekend Congrats

Good job, Historian. You're an inspiration for so many BF readers.:beer:

"One hundred miles sounds like a very long distance."

It is! Congratulations on your accomplishment(s). You did not let stuff hold you back. You took your lumps and kept going. You should be so very proud of this big ride.

Here's to many more milestones in your rear view mirror.:beer:

Success! Congratulations.

I logged in last night looking to see the ride report from The Historian. Not finding one, I considered starting a thread asking where the report was, but demurred because ... well ... what if something bad had happened ... or if TH simply had no legs on Saturday?

Congrats!

I hope you go back to more rational distances with continued zeal and wonderment of your surroundings. The ongoing training and health benefits are prob better from the 40-60 mile rides, anyway.

Thanks for the interest. I didn't have Internet access yesterday, and I would have been too tired to post anything coherent. Heck, even with a day off, I haven't posted much.

As for distances, my goal is to be able to ride centuries or longer rides faster and in less discomfort. Next year I want to be able to ride the century route to Ocean City on Saturday and then back to the start on Sunday.

Bravo, bravo, bravo, Neil!!!! And my pleasure- it's kind of you to say thanks, but I was far from from the only one giving you advice. Lots of people in here pulling for you! It was great seeing you on the loop- you were lookin' good, and I had every confidence that you were going to make it! i couldn't tell you were suffering. Re: Grahny's comment in the charity forum- yeah, we could have used more hills, but the wind (from every direction) made up for that ;).
Here's to many more centuries! :beer::beer::beer:

Yes, you are correct. I certainly didn't mean to slight anyone, and I hope no one took offense. Much advice and many good wishes have been offered by many Bike Forums posters over the past few months. I'm fortunate to receive it. Thank you everyone!

Great to read of your success. Out Friggin Standing!!

if i ever grow up, i wanna be like the historian.... that is one impressive dude.... well done, Historian.

be,

and be well,

jim

".... or develop a poker face so it's not obvious I am suffering.

I want EVERYBODY to know when I'm suffering!:)

Great job!

Congratulations to The Historian for completing his first Century Ride. Remember, you read it here first.

A century timeline:

September 28 - I take off from work to relax the day before the ride. With that thought in mind, I am sharing a hotel room in Cherry Hill, NJ, a few miles from the ride start. The MS Society hasn't sent me my rider number, so I'll need to be at the ride early. (My rider number arrived at my home Saturday, 50 miles and 6 hours after the ride start.) I get thoroughly lost trying to find the hotel, and a two hour trip turns into a three hour trip. Getting directions from the locals was impossible, as there was a language barrier at every 7-11 I stopped at. The person I was sharing the room with, Phil M. of Bicycle Club of Philadelphia, could offer little additional help, as he was riding to the hotel, and unless I wanted to drive his cue sheet.... Fortunately I found a map and reached the hotel by 9:30 PM. Unfortunately that night I received less sleep than I wanted and needed.

September 29 - I arrive at the Woodcrest PATCO station at ten minutes after 5 AM. After running around from booth to booth getting my rider number and VIP Cyclist jersey, I put the bike together. I pull on arm and knee warmers to guard against the chill. The cyclist parked next to me helps me pin my rider number, 8123, to my back. Roark, my flat bar road bike, has the rider number tied to his top tube and his water bottles filled with diluted Gatorade.

6:00 AM - The parking lot quickly fills up with cyclists. The dark of night is broken by the riot of colorful jerseys and helmets in before the ride start. Teams begin to congregate for the mass start and for team photos. Team J & J stand out as an enormous sea of red jerseys. The PA system announces instructions while a thousand conversations take place. Team Campbell's members chant "Soup! Soup! Soup!" as the team photo is taken. Team Copaxone goes into the tent for the team photo about 6:30 AM, and I'm so nervous I take the bike in with me. A few minutes later, the top three teams in fund-raising from the previous year are sent off as the sun rises, and I and a few thousand others await the start.

6:50 AM - Our group is released onto Woodcrest Road. The road is closed to automobile traffic this morning, but bicycle traffic creates its own problems. The large number of cyclists forced onto a small road with an up grade means speeds are slow. I feel like I'm executing a track stand continuously for the first half-mile. I stop and dismount once, and then gingerly reenter the broad stream of cyclists. Once over the top of the hill the pack begins to spread out, pick up speed, and I become more stable on the bike.

To be continued.....

A century timeline:

September 28 - I take off from work to relax the day before the ride. With that thought in mind, I am sharing a hotel room in Cherry Hill, NJ, a few miles from the ride start. The MS Society hasn't sent me my rider number, so I'll need to be at the ride early. (My rider number arrived at my home Saturday, 50 miles and 6 hours after the ride start.) I get thoroughly lost trying to find the hotel, and a two hour trip turns into a three hour trip. Getting directions from the locals was impossible, as there was a language barrier at every 7-11 I stopped at. The person I was sharing the room with, Phil M. of Bicycle Club of Philadelphia, could offer little additional help, as he was riding to the hotel, and unless I wanted to drive his cue sheet.... Fortunately I found a map and reached the hotel by 9:30 PM. Unfortunately that night I received less sleep than I wanted and needed.

September 29 - I arrive at the Woodcrest PATCO station at ten minutes after 5 AM. After running around from booth to booth getting my rider number and VIP Cyclist jersey, I put the bike together. I pull on arm and knee warmers to guard against the chill. The cyclist parked next to me helps me pin my rider number, 8123, to my back. Roark, my flat bar road bike, has the rider number tied to his top tube and his water bottles filled with diluted Gatorade.

6:00 AM - The parking lot quickly fills up with cyclists. The dark of night is broken by the riot of colorful jerseys and helmets in before the ride start. Teams begin to congregate for the mass start and for team photos. Team J & J stand out as an enormous sea of red jerseys. The PA system announces instructions while a thousand conversations take place. Team Campbell's members chant "Soup! Soup! Soup!" as the team photo is taken. Team Copaxone goes into the tent for the team photo about 6:30 AM, and I'm so nervous I take the bike in with me. A few minutes later, the top three teams in fund-raising from the previous year are sent off as the sun rises, and I and a few thousand others await the start.

6:50 AM - Our group is released onto Woodcrest Road. The road is closed to automobile traffic this morning, but bicycle traffic creates its own problems. The large number of cyclists forced onto a small road with an up grade means speeds are slow. I feel like I'm executing a track stand continuously for the first half-mile. I stop and dismount once, and then gingerly reenter the broad stream of cyclists. Once over the top of the hill the pack begins to spread out, pick up speed, and I become more stable on the bike.

To be continued.....

Part two:

7:05 AM - The peloton is separating. I'm able to increase my speed to my usual cruising range of 10 -12 MPH. It helps that the roads are very lightly traveled at this time of day, and most intersections have people controlling traffic. The air is slightly chilly this morning, but I'm wearing a base layer, a compression shirt to keep loose skin tucked in, and the slight nip is preferably to a sweltering start. In a few minutes I pass my first roadside sign. The MS Society has roadside signs giving mileage, encouragement, and jokes that would cause a Burma-Shave ad copy writer to groan. "Definition: Popcorn - Dad's bad jokes."

But there are other signs as well. Well-wishers post signs encouraging specific riders, specific teams, riders in general. Sometimes folks stand on the sidewalk, ringing bells, waving flags, and shouting encouragement. But the sign I recall best was one of the most modest. On the left hand side of the road, a middle-aged woman sat in a lawn chair, holding a hand-printed sign. It read "Thank you for riding. I have MS."

7:30 AM - The larger the group of people, the more likely you are to get a few jerks in the mix. And I discovered this was true of the MS City to Shore as well. A rider wearing a Human Zoom jersey was zooming around riders, passing them on the right without announcing himself. I was one of the riders he passed. Riders were advised no more than two cyclists abreast, but the peloton took up the entire road in some cases. Cars were forced to cross into the opposite lane, and wait for someone to move back to the right so they could pass. Two riders were bragging about a close call as they rode past me:

"Hey, I cut off a car!"

"Did you pat the windshield?"

8:20 - I'm making remarkably good time. My average speed is skewed by all that walking of the bike I did before the start, but I've been maintaining 12 MPH for most of the ride. However, I start to hear a chirping sound when I shift gears. It's very audible, and I determine to get SAG assistance at the first rest stop, 20 miles from the start. Speaking of which, I see a Team Copaxone rider on the side of the road with a broken spoke. Fortunately, help is on the way, and he eventually completes the ride.

A Bike Forums poster, "grahny", riding for Team Copaxone, races past. He'll complete all 175 miles this weekend with an average speed of more than 20 MPH.

8:40 AM - I meet JT, the fellow I rode with last week, as he leaves the first rest stop. His new white and red Fuji has made him very fast indeed, because this is the last I saw him.

Someone from Keswick Cycles applies grease to my gears, and the squeaking stops. I grab the first of what promises to be a daylong parade of energy bars to stuff in my mouth, and fill up my water bottles. Dan, my friend and team captain, arrives, and I pose for a photo with him. I'm on the road by 8:55 headed for the next stop, ten miles distant.

9:40 AM - This is an odd time for lunch, but it is a lunch stop, so I have a chicken breast sandwich, followed by peanut butter and banana. I spend too much time at the rest stop, and don't get rolling until five after ten. Next rest stop is Egg Harbor, 12 miles distant. The century loop is a mile past that, and I need to be on the century loop by noon. If I'm not, no century this year.

10:30 AM - I hear the first of three crashes behind me. Apparently someone from Team Campbell's fell, and that wasn't "MMM... MMM... good!" I heard someone passing saying "She deserved it. You always have to be careful out here." I couldn't agree that she deserved to fall and risk injury, but she should have been careful, if in fact she wasn't. I hoped she was OK as I rolled onward.

11:10 AM - I pull into Egg Harbor rest stop, and headed for the "little cyclist's room" to, err, 'unhydrate.' I tanked up on water and Gatorade, and continued to feed on Clif Bars and whatever they had that resembled real food at the rest stops. All the sugar in the energy bars and Gatorade was making me queasy.

I meet a friend riding for a 'friends and family' team, Scary Squirrel. I personally think it's tacky to mount anything on your helmet other than a visor, but some folks do just that at this ride. I saw antlers, horns, and other out of place objects. And in the case of Scary Squirrel, they had small stuffed squirrels mounted atop. But my friend's team added a touch of class to the tackiness by having the rider number sewn into the sides of the squirrel. "My girlfriend was up to eleven last night sewing these!" he bragged.

11:30 AM - My team captain has decided his racing season is over, and so he wants to ride with as many riders as possible. He accompanies me onto the century loop. We turn off from the main group of riders at mile 43 and enter the NJ Pine Barrens.

To be continued....

Wow- this is awesome, Neil- reading this is like reliving the ride! I thought the squirrels on the helmets were hamsters, until I asked one of the riders so adorned, and he assured me that they were squirrels- very, very strange squirrels, but (cute) squirrels nonetheless. I'm looking forward to more as you post!

Part two:

7:05 AM - The peloton is separating. I'm able to increase my speed to my usual cruising range of 10 -12 MPH. It helps that the roads are very lightly traveled at this time of day, and most intersections have people controlling traffic. The air is slightly chilly this morning, but I'm wearing a base layer, a compression shirt to keep loose skin tucked in, and the slight nip is preferably to a sweltering start. In a few minutes I pass my first roadside sign. The MS Society has roadside signs giving mileage, encouragement, and jokes that would cause a Burma-Shave ad copy writer to groan. "Definition: Popcorn - Dad's bad jokes."

But there are other signs as well. Well-wishers post signs encouraging specific riders, specific teams, riders in general. Sometimes folks stand on the sidewalk, ringing bells, waving flags, and shouting encouragement. But the sign I recall best was one of the most modest. On the left hand side of the road, a middle-aged woman sat in a lawn chair, holding a hand-printed sign. It read "Thank you for riding. I have MS."

7:30 AM - The larger the group of people, the more likely you are to get a few jerks in the mix. And I discovered this was true of the MS City to Shore as well. A rider wearing a Human Zoom jersey was zooming around riders, passing them on the right without announcing himself. I was one of the riders he passed. Riders were advised no more than two cyclists abreast, but the peloton took up the entire road in some cases. Cars were forced to cross into the opposite lane, and wait for someone to move back to the right so they could pass. Two riders were bragging about a close call as they rode past me:

"Hey, I cut off a car!"

"Did you pat the windshield?"

8:20 - I'm making remarkably good time. My average speed is skewed by all that walking of the bike I did before the start, but I've been maintaining 12 MPH for most of the ride. However, I start to hear a chirping sound when I shift gears. It's very audible, and I determine to get SAG assistance at the first rest stop, 20 miles from the start. Speaking of which, I see a Team Copaxone rider on the side of the road with a broken spoke. Fortunately, help is on the way, and he eventually completes the ride.

A Bike Forums poster, "grahny", riding for Team Copaxone, races past. He'll complete all 175 miles this weekend with an average speed of more than 20 MPH.

8:40 AM - I meet JT, the fellow I rode with last week, as he leaves the first rest stop. His new white and red Fuji has made him very fast indeed, because this is the last I saw him.

Someone from Keswick Cycles applies grease to my gears, and the squeaking stops. I grab the first of what promises to be a daylong parade of energy bars to stuff in my mouth, and fill up my water bottles. Dan, my friend and team captain, arrives, and I pose for a photo with him. I'm on the road by 8:55 headed for the next stop, ten miles distant.

9:40 AM - This is an odd time for lunch, but it is a lunch stop, so I have a chicken breast sandwich, followed by peanut butter and banana. I spend too much time at the rest stop, and don't get rolling until five after ten. Next rest stop is Egg Harbor, 12 miles distant. The century loop is a mile past that, and I need to be on the century loop by noon. If I'm not, no century this year.

10:30 AM - I hear the first of three crashes behind me. Apparently someone from Team Campbell's fell, and that wasn't "MMM... MMM... good!" I heard someone passing saying "She deserved it. You always have to be careful out here." I couldn't agree that she deserved to fall and risk injury, but she should have been careful, if in fact she wasn't. I hoped she was OK as I rolled onward.

11:10 AM - I pull into Egg Harbor rest stop, and headed for the "little cyclist's room" to, err, 'unhydrate.' I tanked up on water and Gatorade, and continued to feed on Clif Bars and whatever they had that resembled real food at the rest stops. All the sugar in the energy bars and Gatorade was making me queasy.

I meet a friend riding for a 'friends and family' team, Scary Squirrel. I personally think it's tacky to mount anything on your helmet other than a visor, but some folks do just that at this ride. I saw antlers, horns, and other out of place objects. And in the case of Scary Squirrel, they had small stuffed squirrels mounted atop. But my friend's team added a touch of class to the tackiness by having the rider number sewn into the sides of the squirrel. "My girlfriend was up to eleven last night sewing these!" he bragged.

11:30 AM - My team captain has decided his racing season is over, and so he wants to ride with as many riders as possible. He accompanies me onto the century loop. We turn off from the main group of riders at mile 43 and enter the NJ Pine Barrens.

To be continued....

12:00 PM - Dan and I are riding in the New Jersey Pine Barrens. We ride next to each other, dropping back to single file when a car comes, passing each other as needed, and talking. If talking is to kill time, Dan and I are heavily armed.

"How are you feeling?"

"My right shoulder and butt hurt."

"Whiner!"

"Some team captain you are!"

"Can you get it up to 15 MPH?"

"I'm pushing it hard now."

"Go into the big ring in the back and the small one in the front."

I speed up. "I'm doing 15 on my computer."

"I have 14.5 on mine. There, now we are doing 15."

"I can't keep up this pace."

Dan looks at the gears on my bike. "Shift down one more in the front. There, now you have matched my gearing. Spinning should be easier for you with little loss of speed. I'll get you to use those gears."

"I am using my gears."

"Not as they should be used."

We pull over so I can stretch. I grab a water bottle and guzzle it. In three minutes we are on the road again. Dan pulls ahead to catch up to other Team Copaxone riders. I'm alone for the first time this ride.

Riding alone is as pleasurable as riding with others, but it's a different sort of pleasure. It's selfish in the best sense of the word. I drank in the natural beauty of the Pine Barrens - the lakes, the trees, the breeze.

My reverie was interrupted by an odd reference to a newsgroup squabble; on humanities.literature.authorship.Shakespeare, a troll named Paul Crowley was maintaining with his usual vulgarity that it was impossible for a sailing ship to travel upriver against the current. I thought of this as I passed Crowley's Landing on the Mullica River.

The breeze soon become less enjoyable as it turned into a headwind. I was struggling to maintain my 12 MPH. I limped into the next rest stop. Dan was there.

"How are ya feeling?"

"I wish this shoulder wouldn't lean forward and to the right."

Dan grabbed the shoulder with both hands and tried to push it back into place.

"Great Dan, break it and I can't finish the ride."

As he headed to his bike and I headed to mine, I heard my name called. I turned to see a tall, thin fellow in a University of Pennsylvania jersey.

"Neil, how are you doing? I'm MTBLover, from Bike Forums."

"Hi."

"How are you holding up?"

I mimed collapsing onto my bike.

"Ha! If you made it this far, you can finish the rest. Good luck!"

I headed out with Dan and Jody, another Team Copaxone rider. I was quickly left behind. Dan had many team members riding the course, and I didn't expect him to stick with me. The wind had abated, so I rolled a little more easily. I found myself having to stop more frequently for water and to stretch. I managed to keep stops to no more than two to three minutes.

The century loop ended at Egg Harbor rest stop, where it started. The stop closed at 2;00 PM. I reached there at 1:52. Dan was there chatting with another rider. I loaded up with water, crackers, and finally removed my leg warmers. As I applied sunscreen, I noticed Dan had left. Perhaps he hadn't had seen me come in. I rolled out at one minute after two, determined to make the next rest stop, ten miles away. That stop closes at 3:00 PM.

To be continued....

Wow- this is awesome, Neil- reading this is like reliving the ride! I thought the squirrels on the helmets were hamsters, until I asked one of the riders so adorned, and he assured me that they were squirrels- very, very strange squirrels, but (cute) squirrels nonetheless. I'm looking forward to more as you post!

I hope you like it. You are in the next installment!

12:00 PM - Dan and I are riding in the New Jersey Pine Barrens. We ride next to each other, dropping back to single file when a car comes, passing each other as needed, and talking. If talking is to kill time, Dan and I are heavily armed.

"How are you feeling?"

"My right shoulder and butt hurt."

"Whiner!"

"Some team captain you are!"

"Can you get it up to 15 MPH?"

"I'm pushing it hard now."

"Go into the big ring in the back and the small one in the front."

I speed up. "I'm doing 15 on my computer."

"I have 14.5 on mine. There, now we are doing 15."

"I can't keep up this pace."

Dan looks at the gears on my bike. "Shift down one more in the front. There, now you have matched my gearing. Spinning should be easier for you with little loss of speed. I'll get you to use those gears."

"I am using my gears."

"Not as they should be used."

We pull over so I can stretch. I grab a water bottle and guzzle it. In three minutes we are on the road again. Dan pulls ahead to catch up to other Team Copaxone riders. I'm alone for the first time this ride.

Riding alone is as pleasurable as riding with others, but it's a different sort of pleasure. It's selfish in the best sense of the word. I drank in the natural beauty of the Pine Barrens - the lakes, the trees, the breeze.

My reverie was interrupted by an odd reference to a newsgroup squabble; on humanities.literature.authorship.Shakespeare, a troll named Paul Crowley was maintaining with his usual vulgarity that it was impossible for a sailing ship to travel upriver against the current. I thought of this as I passed Crowley's Landing on the Mullica River.

The breeze soon become less enjoyable as it turned into a headwind. I was struggling to maintain my 12 MPH. I limped into the next rest stop. Dan was there.

"How are ya feeling?"

"I wish this shoulder wouldn't lean forward and to the right."

Dan grabbed the shoulder with both hands and tried to push it back into place.

"Great Dan, break it and I can't finish the ride."

As he headed to his bike and I headed to mine, I heard my name called. I turned to see a tall, thin fellow in a University of Pennsylvania jersey.

"Neil, how are you doing? I'm MTBLover, from Bike Forums."

"Hi."

"How are you holding up?"

I mimed collapsing onto my bike.

"Ha! If you made it this far, you can finish the rest. Good luck!"

I headed out with Dan and Jody, another Team Copaxone rider. I was quickly left behind. Dan had many team members riding the course, and I didn't expect him to stick with me. The wind had abated, so I rolled a little more easily. I found myself having to stop more frequently for water and to stretch. I managed to keep stops to no more than two to three minutes.

The century loop ended at Egg Harbor rest stop, where it started. The stop closed at 2;00 PM. I reached there at 1:52. Dan was there chatting with another rider. I loaded up with water, crackers, and finally removed my leg warmers. As I applied sunscreen, I noticed Dan had left. Perhaps he hadn't had seen me come in. I rolled out at one minute after two, determined to make the next rest stop, ten miles away. That stop closes at 3:00 PM.

To be continued....

2:15 PM - The first of three long traffic stops. The clock is ticking for me. The next rest stop closes at 3:00 PM. The entire course closes at 5:00 PM. I want to catch up to Dan. I want to be off the bike. I want to be enjoying pasta in Ocean City. I want to lie down. I want a shower. And anyone who spends a minute next to me wants me to have a shower too.

2:30 PM - I dismount to get water, stretch, and take an ibuprofen. This is my fourth "vitamin I" of the day, and it's not helping my right shoulder. And between the vitamin I, the Gatorade, and the energy bars, I feel very queasy and bloated. And all the pedaling is catching up to me.

I question why I am out here. Why am I putting myself through this? I'm overweight, almost obese. I shouldn't be out here. And I have a physical problem, several in fact - crooked spine, knocked knees, uneven legs, and who knows what else. I wonder why God made me this way. And why He allowed me to lose weight after more than 30 years of obesity, and gave me an interest in endurance sports at the same time He let me learn I had a defective structure. But even as I think on these questions, the wheels are turning. Perhaps I ride because I can. I couldn't before. And while I am riding for others by bringing in sponsorship, and I am representing Team Copaxone as I ride, my riding is purely selfish. I am doing this for myself. Because I can.

2:40 PM - I miss getting through traffic at an intersection, and the policeman directing traffic starts discussing my bike. I'm polite to the law enforcement officer, but I really want him to let me through.

2:57 PM - I pull into the rest stop. I grab water, and any food that looks like it won't make me vomit on my front wheel. A group of Team Copaxone riders pull out ahead of me. I check my voice mail. Phil M. who I shared the hotel room with back in Cherry Hill, is about one rest stop behind me. Phil can "pedal all day at 10 MPH" as he himself put it. I can't do that, and I haven't been waiting for him. The next rest stop is 12 miles away, and it closes at 4:00 PM. I head off at 3:02 PM. I am determined to make it to the next rest stop, and to finish the ride by 5:30 PM. I push my tired legs around and around.

To be continued....

I hope you like it. You are in the next installment!

I do like it- this is great! And aw shucks...

2:15 PM - The first of three long traffic stops. The clock is ticking for me. The next rest stop closes at 3:00 PM. The entire course closes at 5:00 PM. I want to catch up to Dan. I want to be off the bike. I want to be enjoying pasta in Ocean City. I want to lie down. I want a shower. And anyone who spends a minute next to me wants me to have a shower too.

2:30 PM - I dismount to get water, stretch, and take an ibuprofen. This is my fourth "vitamin I" of the day, and it's not helping my right shoulder. And between the vitamin I, the Gatorade, and the energy bars, I feel very queasy and bloated. And all the pedaling is catching up to me.

I question why I am out here. Why am I putting myself through this? I'm overweight, almost obese. I shouldn't be out here. And I have a physical problem, several in fact - crooked spine, knocked knees, uneven legs, and who knows what else. I wonder why God made me this way. And why He allowed me to lose weight after more than 30 years of obesity, and gave me an interest in endurance sports at the same time He let me learn I had a defective structure. But even as I think on these questions, the wheels are turning. Perhaps I ride because I can. I couldn't before. And while I am riding for others by bringing in sponsorship, and I am representing Team Copaxone as I ride, my riding is purely selfish. I am doing this for myself. Because I can.

2:40 PM - I miss getting through traffic at an intersection, and the policeman directing traffic starts discussing my bike. I'm polite to the law enforcement officer, but I really want him to let me through.

2:57 PM - I pull into the rest stop. I grab water, and any food that looks like it won't make me vomit on my front wheel. A group of Team Copaxone riders pull out ahead of me. I check my voice mail. Phil M. who I shared the hotel room with back in Cherry Hill, is about one rest stop behind me. Phil can "pedal all day at 10 MPH" as he himself put it. I can't do that, and I haven't been waiting for him. The next rest stop is 12 miles away, and it closes at 4:00 PM. I head off at 3:02 PM. I am determined to make it to the next rest stop, and to finish the ride by 5:30 PM. I push my tired legs around and around.

To be continued....

3:10 PM - I stop with an older rider at an intersection. He sees the VIP Cyclist ID around my neck. He has a sour look on his wrinkled face.

"Hmph, how much money do you raise to be a VIP."

"One thousand dollars. I raised 1300."

"Hmm. What do you do for a living?"

I think it an odd question, but I answer it.

"You meet a lot of clients, don't you?"

I sense where this conversation is going. Fortunately the light changes. I drop the grump like a bad habit.

3:30 PM - I stop under some shade to stretch. Two minutes, my shortest stop yet. I've already beaten my longest ride, 82 miles last week. I can stop any time. My shoulder and butt will thank me. I won't be the first rider to SAG today. I tell myself I can stop any time, and get back on the bike.

3:35 PM - Every story of the MS City to Shore I've ever heard mentions a little Asian lady who rides on an old three speed in a dress and high heels. I thought this was a myth, but there she is ahead of me. I pull up to her, say in my best Sunday voice, "on your left, Ma'am." and pass.

3:50 PM - I reach the last rest stop. Ocean City is about 12 miles away, the finish line 13. I visit the restroom, load the water bottles, and call Dan.

"Hey."

"I'm at the last rest stop. I expect to be in Ocean City between 5:15 and 5:30 PM."

"All right. Anyone else out there?"

"A bunch of Copaxone riders just left. I passed a woman on a comfort bike about five miles ago. She's not here yet."

"OK. See you when you get here."

Conversation over. And once again, I failed to say how fortunate, even blessed, I am that Dan became my mentor, and eventually friend. I should knock more cyclists over; I'd have more friends.

4:04 PM - I leave the rest stop. The air begins to smell of salt water. The headwind kicks up. I draft a couple of guys for a mile or so. They are impressed that I'm going to complete a century on my first MS ride. They warn me not to be intimidated by the bridges I have to cross into Ocean City.

"They look big when you first see them a few miles away, but they aren't that steep."

"I've never met a hill I couldn't walk."

They laugh, and we roll on.

4:30 PM - We are passing through more heavily populated areas now. Someone shouts "yeah, a Safeway!" and suggests we buy food. Another rider points to the liquor store next to the supermarket. I dismount, thankful for the red light.

I'm dismounting frequently now. I need to get off the saddle and stretch. And despite my heavy use of the water bottles and the cooler temperatures, I am definitely dehydrated.

The light changes, and we roll on.

4:48 PM - I see the bridges. They look imposing, standing above the marshy plain and sea and barrier island. Three women wearing Penn jerseys gasp as they see them. "They aren't that bad" I shout as I turn past them towards Ocean City.

The bridges get bigger and bigger as they approach. I sense other riders getting fearful; they slow down as they approach. I don't. I'm tired and sore, but I say to myself, "You've climbed the nine percent grade in Barton Meadows with loaded panniers. You ride in Kimberton. Your commute to church has hills bigger than this. This is nothing." So I grind up the first bridge, gasping "on your left" to riders walking their bikes.

Of course, when I ride in Kimberton, I haven't ridden 99 miles before tackling the hills. I need to stop at the top of the bridge. If you ask me, I am admiring the view. Getting water and catching my breath is only a bonus. I remount and roll down the hill, kicking up into a high gear. I want to have momentum for the next bridge. I grind to the top and admire the view again. And then I roll into Ocean City.

I had my century in the bag. Now to complete the ride. Both Steve Scheetz of Bicycle Club of Philadelphia and my team captain threatened to "kick my a**" if I quit prior to the end. But I don't want to quit. I know why I am riding.

"I am riding because my limitations are entirely of my own making," I thought. "I am riding because I couldn't before. I am riding because I am no longer 385 pounds and unable to move. I ride because I've wanted to ride a bicycle for a long, long time. I ride because people tell me I can't, tell me I shouldn't. I ride because I am not a fat man on a bike, I am a real cyclist. And I've been one for a long time now. This ride only confirms it." My eyes well up a little. It's probably the salt air causing it.

I turn the corner to the end of the ride. I turn and seen Dan and Jody on the sideline. "Come on Neil!" he shouts as I approach the end. And I stop. It's over. I'm so tired I have trouble dismounting. Three volunteers come out and hold the bike while I get off. Dan comes over and punches me on the arm. "Way to go! You did it!"

I smile. I did it. I rode a century.

Epilogue:

Dan, Jody, and I had a pasta dinner at the Ocean City High School, one of the two sites for hungry cyclists. Dan and I were sharing a hotel room. I showered and rested on my bed, allowing my structure to relax. After he showered and changed, he took me out to TJI Fridays to celebrate my century and to 'tank up' for tomorrow. I was too tired and had too much shoulder stiffness to ride, so I was SAGged back to Woodcrest on a school bus. I exchanged my VIP jersey for a smaller size, picked up my completion certificate, and took it to my car. I met Dan and Jody as they rode up, had lunch, and left.

Phil M. got into Ocean City 45 minutes behind me and had dinner at the other location. I missed him the next morning as well. I didn't see any of the other riders I had met - Scary Squirrel, JT, MTBLover - in Ocean City.

My bike shop, Bikesport, was running SAG for the ride, and I met them the next morning. One of them said they had seen me, and that I looked like I was "really suffering."

Roark, my bike, spent the night in the bike cage at the school. The next day he rode back to Woodcrest in a truck. He lost a water bottle in the truck.

Congrats on the century! And great write-up for us to enjoy. Been many years since I've been to OC, and didn't do it by bike, but what a great place to end a century ride.

I logged in last night looking to see the ride report from The Historian. Not finding one, I considered starting a thread asking where the report was, but demurred because ... well ... what if something bad had happened ... or if TH simply had no legs on Saturday?

Congrats!

I hope you go back to more rational distances with continued zeal and wonderment of your surroundings. The ongoing training and health benefits are prob better from the 40-60 mile rides, anyway.

Same here

But H- If you can posiibly even think of sitting on that saddle again- Get out and do a short ride today or tomorrow. No effort- Just turn the legs- and Keep the energy down low. Just turning the legs round will take some of the stiffness out of them and will ease recovery.

You have done the 100 so now time to get back to some sensible riding. Next weekend just do a gentle ride and take the camera- Just to prove you stopped somewhere on the ride for Pie. Over the next few months- Subject to weather- Try a different form of training. You know where your weakpoints are so get a decent hill in if you think hills are a problem- Get some speed training in on a part of the ride- Cardio needs working- ETC ETC ETC. All I will suggest is you get out and enjoy the riding for a couple of months- but get out every week to keep the fitness you now have. Then next spring- ?????

Congratulations Historian. That was a great tale well told.

Outstanding effort and write up to match.

Same here

But H- If you can posiibly even think of sitting on that saddle again- Get out and do a short ride today or tomorrow. No effort- Just turn the legs- and Keep the energy down low. Just turning the legs round will take some of the stiffness out of them and will ease recovery.

You have done the 100 so now time to get back to some sensible riding. Next weekend just do a gentle ride and take the camera- Just to prove you stopped somewhere on the ride for Pie. Over the next few months- Subject to weather- Try a different form of training. You know where your weakpoints are so get a decent hill in if you think hills are a problem- Get some speed training in on a part of the ride- Cardio needs working- ETC ETC ETC. All I will suggest is you get out and enjoy the riding for a couple of months- but get out every week to keep the fitness you now have. Then next spring- ?????

Excellent advice. But my butt is still sore from Saturday, so I'm not riding today. One of my off-season tasks is to find the perfect saddle.

Congratulations Historian. I see you mentioned Kimberton. I assume you mean the Kimberton near Phoenixville? I ride in that area as well. I live near Birchrunville. If you can ride the hills around that area you should be able to ride over any bridge. I'll keep my eye out for you on the road.

HDK

From Clyde to century rider! Superb!

Just taking a quick break from a honey-do job so I'll have to read the write up later...

after reading this, i am less convinced that i am a cyclist. but i am certain that Historian is a cyclist. and, for some reason, the darned salt air seemed to bother my eyes while reading, too.... dang!

be,

and be well,

jim

Congrats Neil!! Great riding. The next long ride wil be easier on you and the next time you have a "Zoom Rider" buzzing around just think........."En passant" LOL I mighta spelled that wrong but u know what I mean. Again, congrats on your ride!