I rarely have the time to ride this long but the moons were alined where I was able to carve out the time on saturday two weeks in advance. I ate, got dressed and loaded the bike to go for my first metric century. I wanted to pace myself well, so I went slower than usual. Everything was perfect, NO WIND, low humidity, my taint wasn't getting beat up by my saddle, and I just felt all around good.
I mentally planned out my route, with some streets i have driven before but never rode, and the two longer stretches with a regular routes I ride. I did have a few hiccups with my route one I took a detour and a stupid dangerous one at that. I thought hmm its 6:30 am, no cars, let me cut over here to connect to the lakefront trail. Hammered through on a street I shouldn't been on tried to turn left before the light changed and got my front tire caught in crease in the street. I should have bit it right there but someone was watching over me and I was able to stay upright and ride to the safe street. HR spiked high, and not from effort, from being stupid. Still have no clue why i did the risky maneuver, i never ride like that.
It was a beautiful day and I still felt great, did get caught up by mass groups of joggers running 3-4 wide on the trail. I'm used to that but this day they were out in full force for a good 5 mile stretch it was like a video game obstacle course. The more experienced groups when i said "on yer left" the one or two would yelp up "bike back" and the 20 runner group would give way. The other hundred groups could care less. Like I said I have gotten used to this but this day it was out of control.
Later off the trail back on the streets i had to kick it up a bit to make a light, felt good so decided to roll with the higher pace of 19-20mph for a bit then a guy on a TT/Tri bike just flies right past me. Not a slow creep past me, like a double my speed thang. He just flew of in the distance, I have never been dropped that bad, talk about humbling.
So i am about 30 miles into my 63 mile ride and thinking to myself dang I feel good I may hammer away the last 15 miles and see if I can get some Strava PR's. Then while leaning left on a 90 degree bend in the road i saw a big rock too late swerved to miss it but the back tire smacked it, and POP then HISS. Yep i got a flat. Pulled off the street to the sidewalk to change the flat. I have the Topeak Hexus II the comes with two tire levers. Here is where this trip turns, the first tire lever is cracked where it hooks to the spoke. Then when using the second lever, the second one snaps in half. Down to only one lever i tried my best until it cracked too. I tried may hardest to get the tire off with my hands and even tried my hands and house keys, No luck. All this is happening while roadie after roadie after roadie group pass me. No offers from anyone for help, nope not even one person stopped to ask if i needed help.
I had to call the wife to pick me up. hung up the phone and then had a great brain moment. Since I rode along the lakefront and I broke down one block from a beach, i decided to call an audible. Called up my wife back up and told her to back up the beach gear and lets make it a beach day. So my failed Metric turned into a impromptu fun day at the beach with the wife and kid. Wife got a bit sunburned, I swam in bike shorts, kid found a seashell (in a lake?) and we all drove home with huge smiles on our faces.
Here are some pics;