Rick@OCRR

Yes, I know Dante says the 50+ crowd thinks double century riders are crazy, and you know, I'm okay with that. Here's my account of the latest crazy adventure:

Camino Real Double Century and Poker Run
Feb. 21, 2009
Presented by Planet Ultra

Training: Not So Good

The first double century of the year is always fun, as long as the weather cooperates, which it did this year. Not such a long gap since the last one for me, due to the Hemet Staff ride on December 13th so a bit over two months' interval between the two doubles. Had I been riding enough since then? No. Had I been climbing enough? No. What’s worse, the week before the double I’d been in the U.K. on business with exactly zero miles ridden. Not good preparation, but looking on the bright side, at least I’d be well very rested!

The Double Formerly Known As

This Camino Real double was formerly known as The Butterfield Double, plus (according to Tom Parkes), numerous other names in the not so distant past. Regardless, it was to be the same course as 2008, so a very “local” double for me, over many roads I use for training rides, hence very little chance of getting lost and adding “bonus” miles. A few Rebels were riding, including the inevitable and aforementioned Tom Parkes, plus Andrew May, and Frank (don’t know his last name). We also saw David Slaton at the start, and it was good to see him walking without a cane, and making a fine recovery.

Dark and Early, but Not Too Cold

There were two official starting times, 5:30 and 6:45 AM, with the early start time for riders who would need more than 14 hours to finish. Plus, the way the rules read, any rider who started at 5:30 and finished before 7:30 PM would be DQ’d. I didn’t think that was likely for me, with 8,200 feet to climb, so no worries. I spent the night in Irvine, at the host (La Quinta) motel, so I was ready to go a few minutes before the 5:30 start. It was a bit cool at the start (54° F), but once I took off and began generating some body heat it was quite comfortable.

Do Not Hammer Early!

The usual little sub-packs formed and broke apart at different speeds as the ride started, and I fell in with a group of seven or eight riders, but no one I recognized in the glare of the bright bike headlights and hundreds of blinking (or not) tail-lights. It was Sand Canyon to Irvine Center to Harvard to University, i.e. pretty much slightly downhill for the first several miles until the left turn on Jamboree for the first climb of the day. I had given myself my usual admonition to just hide in the pack and not hammer up any of the early climbs . But did I listen? I guess not. Somehow I was off the front on the climb up Jamboree to San Joaquin Hills! I realized my folly and backed off the power on the climb to Newport Coast plus the rollies down Pacific Coast Highway (PCH).

Our Micro Peloton

By the time we’d made the left turn to climb Laguna Canyon, it was overcast but light out, and our little group was down to four. Taking the longest pulls was Keith from Sacramento (50+), then Tina (young and lovely), Jose, about the same age as Tina (Spanish descent, not the least bit Mexican!) and myself. So much for stereotypes! I thought everyone named “Jose” would be Mexican…guess not. Fortunately, the four of us seemed to have about the same comfortable pace, and I kept throttled back on the climb up Aliso Creek and subsequent ups on Crown Valley before the course dumped us back on PCH again.

In First Place (But Not For Long)

There was a guy on a short-wheelbase recumbent who was with us on and off through here, but he didn’t seem particularly willing to join our group, nor particularly friendly. At one point he made a wrong turn ahead of us, and even though we yelled at him, he kept going the wrong way. I guess it’s easy to mistake Alicia for Aliso if you’re not familiar with the road names in Orange County. Regardless, and back on PCH again, I was determined not to miss the turn onto Green Lantern (as Loyal Readers will remember I did last year), and while I warned everyone how steep Cove is, it’s still a surprise if you’ve never descended it before. At the bottom we were met by the ever-cheerful Jon Shellenbarger at our first “Mini” checkpoint, at mile 39. “You’re in first place!” Jon shouted out as Keith and I pulled up. “Not for long!” was my response, since I knew the fast riders (i.e. 6:45 AM starters) would be passing us soon. Still, it was a bit of a surprise (and a wake-up call) to find that we were the first of the 5:30 AM group. “ Going too fast, too soon!” was my note to self. As Jon snapped photos, we filled up our Camelbacks and bottles, ate a few of the Clif Bloks (Cranberry!), and were shortly on our way towards Dana Point.

Rolling into the first Mini Checkpoint (recumbent guy still with us!)


Filling Camelbacks and bottles at the first Mini Checkpoint


Through San Clemente

No worries along the bike path through Dana Point then up through the rolling hills on the marked/dedicated bike route through San Clemente. The route is kind of a pain to follow, scouting out the little green signs at each intersection, so I made a further self-note to take a different route on the way back in the afternoon. Our friend on the recumbent caught up to us along here, and he was a lot more conversational than he’d been earlier. He didn’t seem happy with our pace though, as he’d either follow quite a distance behind, or alternately scoot up ahead by 50 feet or so. Saw lots of early morning surfers as we rode past the Nuclear Power Plant, through the San Onofre campgrounds, eventually arriving at our first real Checkpoint, at mile 55.

Our First Real Checkpoint

There we were met by Paul and Elise Haussler; Paul serving up the “Poker Cards” for the Poker run part of the ride, while Elise helped me get some Sustained Energy and Hammer Gel into my Camelback. Plus we saw Rebel John Long and Chris Hedberg (she may be ADO Gang) working there as well. I hadn’t seen Chris since, when…probably the Heartbreak Century last year? The fast riders passed us just before we got to the Checkpoint, and in fact flew past it until they heard the checkpoint workers yelling at them! It was kind of funny, really. I saw (Super-Fast) Keith Brodsky all dressed up in ’08 Silence-Lotto kit. “Wow, I thought you were Cadel Evans!” I said. “Yeah,” he replied, “I get that a lot.”

The 5 Freeway South

Jacket, glove-liners and balaclava off, bottles filled, stomachs filled (or at least somewhat fueled), we were soon on our way further South, riding along the marked paths, through the tunnel (very dirty, yes, but thankfully not muddy!) out past Las Pulgas to the shoulder of the 5 Freeway. We had a great tail wind through here, so it wasn’t as bad as I’d feared, but still…lots of assorted trash and bits of car/truck tires we had to dodge. 70+ MPH traffic was flying by just a few feet away, so not a relaxing ride. On the other side of the coin, flying along at 23 – 25 MPH was feeling good! After seven miles of freeway shoulder and a mile or so though the town of Oceanside, the route directed us up onto another seven miles of dedicated bike path, or really “MUP” (Multiple Use Path). We had runners and walkers to dodge, plus the occasional stroller w/micro-kid pushed by Mom or Dad, yet overall we kept up a solid 16 – 18 MPH without a lot of effort.

Warm Sunshine, Fast Pace Lines

We had quite the contrast from freeway to MUP, then off the bike path to country roads. Not the best surface in the world on these back-roads, kind of bumpy, really, and a bit of traffic but the temperature had warmed up nicely by now (guessing mid 60s F.), with bright sunlight and it had become a lovely day, really. Eight miles on we were passed by a fast moving pace line, including Dr. Jerry Brown, and probably ten other riders. Too fast for me, but Keith hung on, so I rode alone the final mile or two into the Lunch stop, otherwise known as Checkpoint #2 at mile 88. Lots of friendly faces here including Chuck Wentworth (from the Rebels), Grumpy Pig (Frank) from bikeforums.net, Frank Neil from the CA Triple Crown, Rebel Robert Freed and his tandem stoker Karla (whom I’d met while working the Borrego Ordeal Double), plus probably some others I’ve forgotten (sorry!).

What’s for Lunch?

I picked up the ubiquitous Subway Sandwich from Debbie Bowling (Minister of Planet Ultra Food) herself, and then settled down for a quite relaxing lunch, talking with Keith and whom ever else wandered within earshot. Yes, I know the clock is ticking and this is a timed event, but sometimes it’s really therapeutic to wind down a bit, eat some “real food” (as opposed to Sustained Energy and Hammer Gel, often known as “Funnel Food” since it’s delivered to your Camelback or water bottle through a funnel), drink a Coke, eat some Doritos and engage in some off-the-bike conversation. We even had the audacity to tease Debbie about always serving Subway Sandwiches on Planet Ultra rides. Of course, she had a very well presented defense (she is a lawyer, after all), based on price and availability, plus she was open to considering having “wraps” as an alternative to the sandwich format! I warned Keith that we would have some serious climbing to do right after lunch, so maybe that thought was keeping me at lunch a bit longer than would have been optimum, ride-time wise.

Get on Your Bikes and Ride!

That said, we did eventually get our “Poker Card” for this checkpoint, get back on the bikes and on our way. As promised, it was a short 30 feet down Hwy 395, then a quick left and into an eternity of climbing. Okay, I exaggerate, but it was basically 12 miles of mostly climbing (with the occasional descent for a moment's respite), plus on a full stomach, plus the hottest part of the day with the temps in the low 70s at this point, i.e. about 12:00 PM. Overall though, I felt good. No nagging fatigue, still climbing at reasonable speeds and properly focused, picking out the fast lines on the descents. Keith and I picked up another rider through here, but I never did get his name. Much like the recumbent rider earlier in the day, he would follow behind us without really drafting, then sprint ahead for no apparent reason, then drop back again. Some riders are hard to figure!

And Back Again

After a couple of hours, these roads through and around Fallbrook dropped us (via an excellent, fast and long descent) back onto Hwy 76, which led back to North River Road, and eventually back to the afore-noted bike path/MUP. As much as I like climbing and descending, the flat path felt good and at least it seemed like I was getting some recovery to my legs as Keith and I traded off pulls into a bit of a headwind. Our mystery rider was still with us at this point, not really drafting, but not taking any pulls either. Eventually we made our way to the Benton Road exit from the MUP, to discover the second “Mini Stop” and Our Friend Jon Shellenbarger, once again. No “Poker Card” here, but I filled my Camelback, ate more Clif Bloks and talked a bit with Santiago Cycling rider Doug Patterson. Doug is lots faster than I am, so catching him made me feel lots faster…until he told me he was suffering from stomach flu. It had to be a reality check for me (no Rick, you’re not fast, Doug is sick)!

Rolling into the 2nd Mini Checkpoint . . . other rider is still with us!


Me, being a goof, trying to run into the photographer. Sorry Jon .


North on the 5 Freeway

From the “Mini” Jon directed us back to Hwy 76, and from there, into the town of Oceanside (Main Street?) and eventually the entrance to the Northbound 5 Freeway. Here I had a bit of déjà vu as a very quick pace line went by, Keith jumped on, and I didn’t have the power to follow. Of course, they came by just after I’d taken a long pull (yes, timing is everything), but even failing that, I’m not sure I could have hung on to the draft. That done, I was on my own through Las Pulgas and up to Checkpoint #3 (same as Checkpoint #1 this morning) at San Onofre, and mile 136. This was also the “Light Drop” so I dug down into the plastic bin, eventually finding the paper shopping bag with my name on the outside, and my lights on the inside. Paul gave me my “Poker Card” which gave me two Kings, even though, since I am so not a card-game guy, I had no idea what that meant. Keith had waited for me, and he added that the pace line got to be too fast for him, and it broke up anyway, so I hadn’t lost much by not joining in.

Hardest Climbs Still to Come

Okay, still plenty of light so I didn’t turn my lights on yet, and the temps still felt warm enough to keep the jacket, etc. in my jersey pockets. More Sustained Energy, more Hammer Gel (Espresso this time, I could use the caffeine!), and we were on our way with only 58 miles to go! Hey, we’re almost home! Long about here I asked Keith if he’d looked at the course profile for this double. He hadn’t. “Oh,” I remarked as casually as possible, “ Then you should know that some of the hardest climbing is still to come.” Keith just grinned and gave me a kind of “Bring it On!” look, so yeah, we were good to go! Back weaving through lots of surfers up to San Clemente, then over to the “back way” off of PCH, but not on the bike route we’d followed this morning. It was the same distance, just lots fewer stop signs and traffic lights. Once we hooked up to PCH in “downtown” San Clemente it was a nice descent onto the Dana Point flats, then up the hill to Camino Capistrano, San Juan Creek to La Novia, right on Ortega Highway (scary fast traffic, no bike lane), and finally onto the ten mile climb up Antonio Parkway.

Uphill All the Way

True, there are a couple of half-decent descents on the climb up Antonio, but once past Oso, it’s pretty much uphill all the way to Santa Margarita. I must have been feeling the effects of the caffeine at this point, since I led everyone (including Doug) up the first half of the climb. Doug eventually caught me, and then when we got stopped by the long light at Oso, the rest of our micro-bunch caught up. I was able to hold a really good pace all the way up the rest of the Antonio climb, then it was a quick turn onto Santa Margarita before the left onto Trabuco Canyon, down the switchbacks, and a stop at Checkpoint #4 at the General Store in Trabuco at mile 168.

The Final Checkpoint

When I pulled into the Checkpoint, I looked around for Keith, and didn’t see him anywhere. He told me later than he’d had to pull off on the final mile of Antonio to massage his legs awhile. I didn’t know any of the Checkpoint workers at #4, but one of them gave me my “Poker Card” as I dug into a Cup-O-Noodles and drank some hot chocolate. Before long, Keith pulled in, and introduced me to his wife, Ann, who was one of the Checkpoint workers. Tina and Jose rolled in; I gave them a little preview of the course from here in, noting that the climb up Live Oak (pretty much right out of the Checkpoint) could be fairly brutal with so many miles on our legs. Not sure how long we stayed at Checkpoint #4 exactly, but I’m guessing at least half an hour. Keith and I were both aware that we needed to finish after 14 hours, and since it was about 5:30 PM when we left, we thought we might have to hang out somewhere for a while before we rolled into the finish. So a little extra time spent here didn’t bother us at all.

Lights On, All Clothes On

Before getting back on the bike I put on all the clothes I’d stuffed into my jersey pockets previously, then turned on my lights and got mentally prepared for the Final Assault. Keith and I rode up Trabuco to the Live Oak climb, taking it fairly easy, saving a bit for the Really Steep bit at the top. Maybe it’s because it’s in the dark, but it always seems to take a long time to reach the Live Oak summit on this double. That done (ref: much pain and suffering), we had the long, fast descent into Cook’s Corner, then a right turn and that long, but not too steep, climb up the first part of Santiago Canyon. I warned Keith about the false summit, but after that, it was a pretty easy descent with only three small climbs all the way (well, 12 miles) to the left on Jamboree. As we rolled down the Jamboree descent, I checked my watch. Exactly 7:30 PM, so no worries about finishing too soon.

Three Kings?

The last part was rather anti-climactic with a left turn on to Portola followed by a right on to Sand Canyon, down the slight incline, under the 5 Freeway, and a left turn onto Burt Road followed by a right in to the La Quinta lot. Keith and I checked in, and Debbie gave us the same time: 14 Hours, 27 Minutes. You might think the fun was over, but we each had one more “Poker Card” to draw. Keith ended up with a pair of something (don’t remember what), winning a bottle of Hammer Gel. I pulled yet another King for a three-of-a-kind, which won me a free entry to any single-day Planet Ultra event (translation: will save $85 of my money when I enter the Eastern Sierra Double.) So that was a nice surprise, and a pleasant way to end the day.

So Overall . . .

So, overall, it was lovely day weather wise. You really couldn’t have asked for much better. I didn’t know Keith before the ride, but we had about the same pace, so it was great having someone friendly and intelligent to ride with all day. The Checkpoint workers were all great, the food was quite adequate (gotta love Subway!), the course was excellent, and the route sheet was spot on. Plus, as worried as I was about my inadequate training for the event, I really felt pretty good all day. Guess all that rest really helped! I should add, however (and my wife Jackie will verify, should you doubt), that I was virtually worthless all day Sunday! Thanks to Debbie and Brian of Planet Ultra, thanks to all the volunteers and thanks to Jon Shellenbarger for his work at the Mini-Stops and the photos you see here.

Rick / OCRR

George

Man that's a lot of riding Rick. I take my hat off to you. Now if I could only get the time. It's always something coming up. Anyhow great ride and report.

John E

Well done, Rick! The last time I did a double was in 1972, with the Los Angeles Wheelmen.

Since you took the I-5 shoulder both ways, I assume Pendleton was closed to bicyclists that day. I thought it was usually open, with proper I.D. (I am planning to join a group ride from Oceanside to San Clemente and back in a week and a half.)

stapfam

Long rides like that take me back to our 100 mile offroad rides we used to do. They say mountain biking is harder and it is but our 100 mile jaunts with 10,000ft of climbing used to take place around the longest day of the year with a 6am start. This would give us just enough time to make it to the finish without having to use lights and our ride time most years was around 14 hours. Although with a lot of training one year we did do it in 12.

No way would we be up in the front pack- but we used to finish within the top 25% of finishers. Over 50% would drop-out.

Funnily enough it was these long rides that put us onto energy drinks and camelbacks.

After reading your report- there is no way I am going back to 14 hour rides. I still remember the pain and riding through the bonking stage and those 3 worst hills that came at the end of the ride when energy and strength left you 3 hours previously.

And the day after--and the day after that.

Well done but stop writing such enthusiastic reports- I might get tempted to train up (Which would not be such a bad thing) and enter one of the CTC long randonner's this or next year. It would take a lot of tempting though as I can still feel the butt pain that used to come in after 8 hours of bouncing around on the Rough trails.

Jet Travis

wow!

Cone Wrench

I need a nap after reading that report.

But, it does sound like...um...fun?

Robert Foster

I was thinking of the nap thing myself. Good report Rick. Will you be doing Hemet this year?

Rick@OCRR

Yes John E,

Pendleton was open, with I.D. as usual, and Planet Ultra advised that we could go through Pendleton if we'd like. In retrospect, we probably should have, since we had plenty of time at the end (absolute cut-off was 10:30 PM).

Pendleton adds about 2 miles (each way), plus some climbs, and I do usually take that option. This time I was just too into riding this double as fast as possible, so I braved the 5 freeway.

Rick / OCRR

Rick@OCRR

Yes Robert Foster,

I'm planning on riding Hemet this year on the day of the event! Last year I worked the double and the Staff Ride didn't happen until a very wet and cold Dec. 13th . . . so it was an educational experience .

Hope to see you out there! Remember, both 100 mi. loops come back through Hemet, so you can do the first loop, then see how you feel before deciding to ride the 2nd loop or not .

Rick / OCRR

P.S. Here is the link to the results page, if you want to see how (relatively) slow I am!

https://www.planetultra.com/butterfie...%20results.htm

I got 57th place, i.e. just barely in the top 50% of finishers.

Pamestique 

Rick I love ya but you know I think you crazy! Hey at least it didn't rain this year!

alicestrong

um...yeah!

roadfix

Excellent ride report Rick!

Tom Bombadil

You do things that if I was given 24 hours and my life depended upon it, I would have no chance of accomplishing.

bjjoondo 

Awesome, I couldn't even imagine doing 200 miles in a day, even when I did a couple of normal century's of road riding a year back in the mid-1980's! Now the idea of doing 30 miles of pure road seems a major outing, thanks for taking me along, you make it sound so easy!

Robert Foster

As it stands now I plan on riding Hemet. Not sure about the second half but then I never thought I would be able to ride the PS event this year and that was OK.

Mojo Slim

Despite the mentions of climbs, slow speeds, dark, road obstacles, etc., you make it sound so easy. A double is on my "to do" list, so I really enjoyed your account. Plus, our time share is at the Newport Coast Marriott (we'll be there in April,but I can't bring my bike this time), so I have ridden some of those roads and would at least recognize the street signs on some of the others.

Great report. Thanks.

Rick@OCRR

True Pam,

That's why Dante warned me not to post these reports here in 50+. Keep in mind, though, that "crazy" is a social definition, and within the confines of CALtriplecrown.com I'm just another normal guy .

Thankfully no rain, you are correct again! In 2005 it rained so much they changed the name from Butterfield to "Butterflood!" That year it really was a challenge. This year it was fairly easy.

On another subject, would you like to join George (roadfix), Alice, Beanz and I on an SART ride? It would be 50+ except for the Beanzer (you know him?), but he acts really old , so we're gonna let him in!

Rick / OCRR

Rick@OCRR

Really Tom,

You could do it. If you train for it, and ride smart in terms of eating, drinking, following the route sheet and not pushing yourself too much, too soon, you'd be fine. I assure you, I am nothing special in terms of athletic form and function!

Now true, you would not have the weather in WI in Feb. that we have in SoCal. But if you started training March, with (for example) the goal of riding a double on the longest day of the year (mid June), then you could do it.

The most difficult part of riding your first double in getting your head around the challenge, and deciding definitely, to do it. If that's a step too big (mentally), then go back one and say, "I'm going to try to ride 200 miles in a day, or at least see how far I can get."

Or, if you'd rather come out here, on the longest day (or close to it) we have the Grand Tour double (Malibu to Ojai and back), with only 3,000 feet of climbing on the Lowland Option, and you really do have 24 hours to complete the 200 miles. But I don't think you'll need it!

Rick / OCRR

Randochap

Congrats! That report is longer than the ride though

Now you're almost ready for Eau de Hell

Rick@OCRR

Thanks Randochap,

I'll see if I can talk Jackie (my wife) into Eau de Hell. She's done The Death Ride and 18 doubles, so I'm sure she could do up to 300 kilometers. Not sure she'd want to go out for the 400 K the next day .

Regarding the length of my reports, yeah, I do get a bit long-winded. Still, I want to give the casual reader an idea of what it was like out there, and hopefully encourage some more 50+ riders to seek the adventure and the challenge. Not you, of course, I know you already "get it!"

Rick / OCRR

big john

Yes, Rick, you double riders are a little different! Great job, congratulations and thanks for taking the time for the report. Was Dante there?
I see Keith B tied for first. His wife is becoming quite the road racer, too.

Randochap

Welcome. Just pulling your (strong) leg. I'm not one to criticise wordy reports! I enjoyed your story.

Tom Bombadil

Rick, I appreciate the kind words ... but my first DOUBLE ???!!!?

Doesn't that require one to first complete a century???

You guys & gals doing centuries, double metrics, 150s, and double centuries amaze me. That's just not my game.

My longest distance "maybe" goal for 2009 is do to a 54 mile age ride. And I'm not that focused on hitting it, although I think it would be nice to pull it off. And I do have a 200 mile target in mind, to do that many while on a 5-day biking vacation.

DanteB

Great job Rick!!!! I think everyone knows I'm one of those crazy guys too. I would have been there along side you but I was in Solvang Thursday and Friday nights for the Tour.

A couple of weeks ago I rode a 60 mile out and back with Columbia /High Road. After the ride I was sitting next to Mark Renshaw from Columbia eating lunch. I started to fill a water bottle for the ride home when he asked me what I was doing. I told him I was filling a bottle for the ride home. He asked where was home and I told him at the turn-around point, 30 miles away. He asked how I got to the ride and I told him I rode in, 30 miles. With that he said you're riding a double metric and I said yes it's a training ride. Of course he asked training for what and I said double centuries, you know 200 miles. He thought for a second and said 325 km, "you're nuts". I agreed and said the doubles are really only training rides for the triple I do every year. I left him sitting there shaking his head.

Hermes

Congrats on the double and here is to many more to come.

Last year my wife and I packed up our tandem and singles and spent a week in San Juan Capistrano. Another couple joined us. We did the ride from San Clemente to Oceanside via Camp Pendleton. On the way back, the Marines closed the camp due to a fatality. We decided to ride on Highway 5 from Oceanside to Las Pulgas. The noise and the wind from the large trucks was amazing. As you said the debris on the road was significant. We were very happy to exit.