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Join Date: Aug 2001
Location: Lenoir City, Tennessee
my first century
We had a 100+ mile group ride planned for several weeks. We would all leave the bike shop (20 people planned on going), with a support van behind us, and ride to another city, in which we would eat dinner, pack the bikes up and take them back to the bike shop, riders as well. We started off on our trek at 8am yesterday morning. Awesome weather, slightly overcast and cool. The fall colors were almost in peak, so it was beautiful. The ride was off to a nice start.
Nice that is up until I got a flat tire around mile 30. I didn't have a repair kit or pump, but luckily about everyone else in the group of 10 other riders did. So two guys raced to repair my flat while I watched thinking to myself "isn't it great when I didn't even have to say anything, two people just jumped at the chance to repair my flat?"
Well, fixed the flat and pedaled about 1 more mile into a gas station parking lot to regroup with the other riders that didn't have a flat. Looked at my tire and it seemed a bit low, pulled out the floor pump, put some air in it and realized that the tire was slashed. It was a GP 3000... only saw about 350 miles *sigh*. Replaced the tube and tire... back on the road. Well that was until I had a low speed crash in the parking lot. Did a nice little number to my shifters, but they still work. So back on the road.
About 15 miles later I somehow ran into a ditch. How? I don't know, probably looking at the ditch while thinking to myself "I really don't want to ride into that ditch." And since I was looking at it and thinking that, I did.
Then we stopped at another gas station... when I was adjusting my shorts I somehow ripped them. Now the chamois is only half connected inside the shorts. Great.
Around mile 55 I saw the support van pass me, with a nice trail of behind. I make it to the van and see a nice pile of blood... er I mean transmission fluid. It decided to give up the ghost so that means... 1) no support vehical 2) no way to get from our destination back to bike shop
I ride and catch up with the front of the pack at mile 84 who had no idea we had van problems. We decide to call it a day and end up calling some people to come get us to give us a ride back. One of which was my mother, who drove about 1:30 hrs one way to pick us up, then another 1:15 to drop us off. Moms rock.
I'm disappointed that I didn't get to make my first century, because I felt ready to go, not tired at all. I was also disappointed we didn't make it to our desitination because that's what kept me going the whole way... all you can eat catfish dinner!