I just got back from a great ride. I went to bed at around 11 and couldn't sleep all night, I must've gotten about 4 hours of sleep. Woke up early, had a light breakfast and biked to the subway station on my commuter MTB with my backpack full of snacks. Met up with another biker on the subway and we made it up to 125th street, biked 15 blocks down to 110th with about 10 bikers that got off at that station. Signed up and took off with a group about 10 minutes later. I did get a lot of weird looks and comments on the subway and during sign up when they asked if I was doing the century on my mtb though, granted later during some of the slower sections I noticed my big fat tires and 35 pound bike.
Immediately after, I found about 2-3 people to draft with and we hauled ass through midtown and down broadway to the brooklyn bridge and into brooklyn. We skipped the first rest area and continued on. I refilled my bottles at the 2nd rest area but didn't stop to eat. Instead I took off with another group. We stayed together for a bit but since I was hopping from group to group, either bridging the gaps myself or taking someone with me, I didn't stay with them either until the 3rd rest area where I found a group to stay with; 2 roadies in particular. We grew to a group of around 20 after the 3rd rest area, including a couple from missisippi. After the 5th rest area, it was down to the 3 of us and we finished at the same time.
Everyone was extremely friendly except for one guy who when I was taking my bike to park inside a building my first rest stop, said, "you can just leave that outside, no one would want to steal THAT." I thought to myself, yeah, I'm on a mtb and I'm still doing better than your colnago or whatever.
My right knee is sore and my right hand is a little sore from being numb. My jaw locked up halfway through and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to eat. I was averaging about 3 cliff bars and 2 pieces of fruit while I was riding. We didn't stay long enough during the last few rest areas to really eat and I didn't have the appetite for it until I was on my bike.
I saw three accidents (four counting my own).
The first was at mile 17.1, 9th avenue and 39th street when a biker suddenly jammed on the brakes and the guy behind him locked up his rear and slid into him. (Not sure with the same guy but I saw someone about 60 miles into it with a huge flat spot on his tires down to the threads). No injuries.
The second was at mile 25.6 right before Wendy's when the 2 roadies I was drafting suddenly realized they missed a turn and one of them made a sharp left and slid in to the guy behind him. At that point we were doing about 23mph. I saw him banking over and went to the right and avoided them. The guy in front of me fell over on his right, slamming his helmet into the ground, he got up and continued the ride.
The third was at the beginning of alley park pond I think, when we were all crowding onto one little piece at the end of the sidewalk and a lady from missisippi didn't make it and hit the curb then fell over. Someone helped her unclip and we waited for her. No injuries.
Mine was mile 79.2, I was getting slightly tired and weaved a little going down a set of these ramps with really tight turns going down a bridge, hit the wall and fell over. No injuries, except for pride, the group I was with waited for me.
All in all, 107.2 miles in 6:53. I am worn out.