Ride 3 (Including My “Last Ride on the Kokopelli” Story) Now Available — And So Is My Podcast With the Publisher

03.28.2016 | 1:21 pm

Fatty’s Daily Accountability Note: As I promised in my post last Friday, I am going to keep track of three things with each post: My weight, my training, and my status on Fight Like Susan

  • Weight: I weighed in at 171.0 pounds today. That’s not good, but it’s where I’m starting. My goal is to weigh 158 by the time I race the Rockwell Relay this June. So: two months to lose thirteen pounds. I can do that.
  • NewImageTraining: My plan is to do a TrainerRoad session after I send the kids off to school and the wife off to work each day, so of course things got started with a derailment. The wife has today off and one of my kids is sick. And Monday mornings is when we record The Paceline. So: I’m all those things and people are squared away for now, so I’m going to go do a TrainerRoad session as soon as I publish this post. I’m on the Sweet Spot Base – High Volume II schedule, doing Week 3. Which means I’m doing the Haeckel workout. [Update: Completed and recorded on both TrainerRoad and Strava.]
  • Fight Like Susan: Today is the day I begin writing in earnest on this book, and I have to admit it feels a little bit like approaching a cliff. I know how I begin, though, so it’s not as scary as it could be. I’ll share some of what I write today when I post tomorrow. (And if you haven’t yet pre-ordered a copy, please check out what I’m doing, why, and what’s available. Thanks!)

Ride 3 (Including My “Last Ride on the Kokopelli” Story) Now Available — And So Is My Podcast With the Publisher

Way back in the beginning of 2015, I noted that I was working on a submission to go in the Ride 3 bike fiction anthology. I was excited to try my hand at fiction, but also scared — I’m comfortable writing about what’s going on in my life, but actually creating a story…well, that’s  difficult and different.

I did, eventually, finish writing that story. And it did make it into the anthology.

And it’s out. You can buy it and read it today. Check out the cover:

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It’s got my name in it and everything (buried almost exactly in the middle, as is the eternal curse of people whose last names start with “N.”

And — totally not coincidentally — last week I recorded a FattyCast with Keith Snyder, the publisher, editor, and book designer behind the Ride book series.

So, sure, this episode of the podcast is just a little bit self-serving, because my story — Last Ride On the Kokopelli — is in it. So sue me.

Self-promotion aside, in this episode of the FattyCast, Keith and I talk about why it’s important to not tell a story before you write it down, we talk about raising twins, we talk about earworms (and Keith sings one, surprisingly well), and we talk about his favorite kind of riding — randonneuring — and whether it’s nerdier to be a randonneur or a recumbent rider. 

If I were you, I’d listen to this episode of the FattyCast right now. Which you can do by subscribing in iTunes, or by just downloading, getting my RSS feed, or listening right here:

And Now For A Little Sneak Peek

Here’s an interesting experiment: go back and read the beginning of the story I wrote back in January 2015. Get that fixed in your head. The tone. The characters. The perspective.

Because hardly any of that actually made it into the final cut of the story. 

Here’s the first quarter of the story, as it now reads in the book:

Last Ride on the Kokopelli
Elden Nelson 

It was past time to get started again, but Lewis was in no hurry. He knew he should be in a hurry—the three guys he was riding with were way ahead of him by now—but he wasn’t. This ride hadn’t been turning out as he had imagined it, and it was good to be on his own.

Lewis always looked forward to reaching Dewey Bridge. It was a cool old landmark, it signaled that the most technical part of the Kokopelli Trail was behind you, and it meant you could fill up on water in the Colorado River.

Lewis stood on the narrow old bridge, one foot on the ground, one clipped in. He held the Camelbak’s drink tube between his teeth, sipping warm, silty water. He’d taken almost fifteen minutes to filter about 150 ounces. Plenty to get to Westwater, the next place he could expect to fill up.

It was noon now, but it already felt like it had been a long day. And in fact, it had been: they’d been riding for seven hours.

All the big climbing behind them, the promise of a brutally hot day ahead.

Already close to ninety degrees, and no breeze at all. This is going to get ugly. I guess I’d better go catch up with those three assholes.

But he didn’t go, not yet. He wasn’t the slowest guy in the group; he’d catch up. And he’d earned a little time to himself. Needed it.

Everet can be such a prick.

It wasn’t the first time that day he had thought it. Lewis had invited Everet on this ride because he knew Everet could handle twenty hours on the saddle, but that wasn’t the only reason. He’d invited him because he knew Everet. Thought he had, anyway.

This ride—The Kokopelli Trail, Moab to Mack, all 142 miles of it, in one day—is no joke. And you don’t invite just anyone to come ride it with you. You choose who comes on rides like this carefully. There are rules for this kind of thing.

Case in point: Lewis had invited Everet only after observing him, seeing how Everet handled himself in 24-hour races, how he knew when to talk and when to shut up and put his head down on big training rides. After he showed he respected big distances on bikes and what they mean. After it was clear Everet knew the rules.

And then, two days before the ride, Everet said to Lewis, “Hey, I was talking to a couple of guys I ride with about coming and doing this ride with us, is that OK?”

“Sure, that’s fine,” Lewis said. But of course it wasn’t fine. Invitees don’t get to be inviters. Didn’t Everet know the rule?

Evidently not.

And that’s how Lewis’ most important ride of the year—this beautiful and quiet ride—had become a loud and confrontational networking event. Everet, Trevor and Harlan—all three worked at the same company, Lewis was now learning, and Everet was Harlan’s manager—yelling about competing product lines, scrum meeting etiquette, and slipping release dates…as they ignored the trail around them.

To make matters worse, Harlan seemed to think he was an Australian Shepherd, surging forward and dropping back, trying to keep the group together. Meanwhile, Trevor kept quoting from Adam Sandler movies.

Lewis needed to get away from them, and intentionally dropped further and further behind, so that by the time he had gotten to Dewey Bridge, the other three riders were nowhere in sight.

Well, they either filtered water really fast and continued on, or they…just went on.

Those guys probably gambled they had enough to get them to the Westwater Station. But it won’t be. Nothing I can do about it now.

If I don’t get moving, it’ll be three in the morning before we finish.

He clipped in and rode across the bridge.

— — —

Are you seriously trying to make this ride into a race?

Lewis had been pushing the pace since the beginning of the ride, and Trevor was sick of it. He, Everet, and Harlan were just trying to enjoy an epic day in the saddle, but Lewis kept half-wheeling or outright pulling ahead.

What is your problem? Trevor wanted to ask out loud, but didn’t. Are you trying to prove a point? Show you’re the alpha rider? What?

Finally, Trevor responded to Lewis’ attack, Harlan and Everet on his wheel. Lewis had started it, but they had superior numbers. There was no way this ill-considered solo breakaway was going to work.

They reeled Lewis in, and then the surly loner dropped back and—often—out of sight.

This day—this day, which should have been perfect—sucked. The only good moment of the day, in fact, had been watching Harlan, who was doing his absolute best to hang with Trevor and Everet, turf it on the loose, rocky descent toward the Colorado River.

— — —

Lewis crossed Highway 128 onto the desert doubletrack, got into the flow of the ride, and felt clear and strong. Not hungry. Not thirsty. Not tired. Not—in spite of the rising temperature—hot. Lewis didn’t feel anything.

To achieve this state: this was why Lewis rode. He stood and rowed his bike up a short, steep climb. Sat and got low for a short rocky descent. Climbs, descents, flat: Lewis loved it all.

Low. Light. Lean the bike, stay upright. Lewis was tempted to rest a finger on the brake levers, but didn’t, even as he he dived into the left-turning blind, banked downhill corner.

Something in the trail. Big.

With no time to ride around it—a rock wall on the left and exposure on the right there was nowhere to go anyway—Lewis grabbed two big handfuls of brake.

People like to talk about time slowing down and everything happening in slow motion when you crash, but that is not what usually happens. You’re riding and then you’re sliding, with very little time to think in between.

Everet. Not moving. That’s all Lewis had time to think as he went over his handlebars, and then he was taking the impact on his left hand.

Amazingly, he did not fly down the steep, exposed embankment. He didn’t break his collarbone. He didn’t even break his wrist.

He was scraped bloody, and that wrist was probably sprained, but Lewis wasn’t aware of any of these minor injuries in the moments after he crashed. He jumped up, the adrenaline hitting him hard and fast.

What happened?” Lewis yelled.

Everet didn’t say anything, but someone did.

“I think he’s dead.”

I’ll be interested to hear what you think of the rest of the story once (if) you read it.

 

My Compromise Is No Compromise

03.25.2016 | 6:48 am

There are a few moments that, as they happen, you realize will always stick with you, for the rest of your life. No matter what.

I had one of those moments at the finish line of the True Grit Epic a couple of weeks ago. It was a conversation, held with a complete stranger — well, at least he was a stranger to me; he seemed to know who I am (this happens pretty often and I rarely know when it’s someone who recognizes me from the blog and we haven’t met, or someone who I ought to remember, and don’t because the part of my brain that ought to remember names and faces is completely missing).

He said, and I quote, “Hey Fatty, you were faster last year. How come you were so slow today?”

To which I replied, “Was I faster last year?” It wasn’t a rhetorical question. I just genuinely didn’t know; I hadn’t looked up my 2015 time before the 2016 race.

“Yeah, most people are finishing faster today than last year,” he affirmed. “The weather and course are great, but you’re slow.”

This got me to thinking. In fact, I thought two things:

First, it occurred to me that I didn’t much care for being told at the finish line of a race that I hadn’t done very well. I furthermore didn’t much care for being asked for an explanation of my subpar performance. (I’m sure that’s just me, though; most people are happy to have strangers demand an explanation for why they suck.)

Second, I realized it was probable that other people might have similar questions (though probably asked in less painful circumstances): why didn’t I race harder? Why wasn’t I faster?

To my great relief, I had no trouble formulating a cogent, perfectly reasonable, and persuasive explanation, which had the side benefit of also being true. 

“I am slower,” I say to myself, “because my heart and head and legs and lungs are all part of one system. You can only train your hardest and race your fastest when you can apply not just your mind and your body to the effort, but your heart — your will, your passion — to it as well. What I need from the bike, right now, is a counterpoint to the intensity I am experiencing in the rest of my life. Right now, I need balance — peace — more than I need speed.”

It’s an honest self-assessment. Mature and self-aware. In truth, I should be proud of being able to see my needs and situation for what they are.

But the reality is, I hate it. Furthermore, I reject it. 

Yeah, I’m stressed right now. Yeah, tired. Yeah, concerned about the future. Yeah, sick (haven’t talked about that…but I’ve been sick a lot lately). 

All these things are real, and it would be foolish for me to not account for these things and adapt.

But I also know this: I have signed up for races. Races I care about. And I know that at six in the morning on August thirteenth, as I stand in the corral for the second-fastest group of racers in the Leadville 100 — a spot I earned last year with the fastest race in my life — I am not going to be thinking to myself, “Well, I’m grateful for the peace I’ve experienced on the bike in the past few months.”

No.

I’ll either be thinking, “I am going to take all the fitness I’ve earned and I am going to be fast and strong and smart and tough today, and my work is going to pay off.”

Or I will be thinking, “Why didn’t I work harder? Why did I think it would be OK for me to not train for this race? What am I in for now?”

I’ve thought each of those thoughts in that starting corral before. I know which I prefer.

Flip the Script

So my life is not stable right now. I’m doing two very difficult things at once: looking for work and writing a book about Susan’s fight with cancer.

Obviously, my training is going to have to adapt. 

My mistake was in assuming that it would have to get shoved aside, get deprioritized, become a time for reflection and decompression, rather than a time for me to attack each ride with the joy and intensity I’ve been so proud of for the past five years. 

I don’t want to let that go. I refuse to let that go. Here’s my new premise:

Instead of convincing myself why my situation requires me to de-prioritize things I love, I need to revise how I live in such a way that I can make the things I care about possible, in a new way.

The Plan

Luckily, I already have the tools I need to make this happen. As anyone who follows me on Strava knows, I have become a huge fan of and believer in the structured training plan that is part of TrainerRoad. So far, I’ve thought of it as mostly a way to build early-season fitness and make winter trainer work more productive.

Now I’m going to use it as a way to trick my body and brain into being more fit and productive. 

Which is to say, I’m going to go do the “Mid Volume” TrainerRoad workout plan each morning, after I send the various adults and kids to their various workplaces and schools, but before I begin the writing for the day. 

I’m going to rely on the “no excuses” nature of the TrainerRoad workout, combined with the “no easy way out” nature of the Wahoo Kickr, to force some intensity out of me. 

And — and this is the good part — I’m planning on this effort to get my mind working, so I don’t sit down at the computer groggy and grumpy. When I start writing, my body will be happy to stay put, my brain will be awake.

But here’s the real genius: I’ll then do a second ride when The Hammer gets home from work, going out with her. This will be our time together, and can be that time for balance and recharging that I do in fact believe I need.

In other words, I’m not denying the value of the bike for getting some mental balance. I’ve just decided that I’m also not going to deny the value of using it to work out some physical aggression. 

I’m going to have it both ways. (I talk more about this on this week’s Paceline Podcast — also available on iTunes)

So here’s what a typical day is going to look like for me:

5:30: Up and prepare breakfast and lunch for The Hammer 

6:30: Hammer off to work, answer email, write notes for blog

7:00: Listen to audiobook with the twins (currently A Wizard of Earthsea)

7:30: TrainerRoad

8:30: Shower, dress, read news

9:00: Write book

12:00: Break for lunch, read email, read news, make calls

1:00: Job hunting

3:00: Blogging

5:00: Done working for the day, off to ride with The Hammer

It’s a good plan. I plan to stick to it. And I would like your help.

Back to My Roots

Here’s where I’m asking you to help me, in a few ways: Help me stay accountable. Help me stay positive. Help me stay inspired. 

I have something specific in mind for each of these things.

For the accountability bit, I’m going to go back to the roots of this blog: I’m going to begin reporting on my progress with each post. But where I used to report just on my weight, there are now three things I’m going to report with each post:

  1. Weight: I’m above what my weight should be. Starting Monday I’m going to report my weight each post and my progress toward my goal.
  2. Workout: I’m going to link to my most recent TrainerRoad workout and any other ride I’ve done, with notes on how they went — whether I phoned it in, felt strong, or anything else.
  3. Fight Like Susan Progress: During the next few months, count on hearing something in each post about how I’m doing on writing this book. Sometimes it’ll be an excerpt, sometimes it’ll be about something I’m struggling with, sometimes it’ll be…well, I don’t know, yet. But I’m committing to you: I will keep you posted. You will know how this book is progressing, as I write it.

Now, for your part — I’m asking for you to keep me accountable and to give me your support. I want you to check my weight and workouts, and to give me feedback on my progress. And on the book, let me know what you think.

Further, as you already know, I’m asking you to literally support me: to pre-order this book and the associated gear. (And I really appreciate those of you who have already done so.) Out of all the books I’ve written (and other ones I might write in the future), this is the one that matters. So, in advance: thank you.

Moving Forward Together

Some things have to be compromised, in certain situations. But I’m deciding today that this shouldn’t be my default tactic. Sometimes, it’s possible to do more than you thought you could.

That’s growing. And that’s what I aim to do.

I’m going to write my best work. I’m going to find a great job. And I’m going to be stronger than I’ve ever been, by training smarter than I ever have. 

Starting now.

And now, I have one final ask: Join me. Find something you’re settling for, ask yourself whether that’s the best strategy for your life, or just one that seems convenient. If it’s convenient, maybe look at a different approach — a way you can make your life genuinely better.

Then say what it is. Here or somewhere else. And then track it (here or somewhere else).

Let’s adapt. Let’s grow. 

Announcing my “Fight Like Susan” Book and Gear Pre-Order

03.23.2016 | 8:08 am

A Note from Fatty: If you’d like to skip the details and go right to the pre-order page, my feelings won’t be hurt. Just click here.

I’ve been building up to this for a little while, but it still feels like a big — and to be completely honest, scary — moment.

I’m ready to start writing Fight Like Susan. And I’m asking you to support me — in all the important senses of the word — as I write it.

What Is Fight Like Susan?

The book Fight Like Susan will be my telling of the life my first wife Susan and I had together, right from the beginning, but with a focus on our fight against breast cancer. 

I’ll be telling a lot of the story for the first time, although I will be including edited versions of my best relevant blog posts from then, along with some of the most meaningful comments to those posts.

So, at one level, it’s simply a story. But I think the way Susan inspired me and my thousands of friends on FatCyclist.com to fight — with courage, creativity, and kindness — makes it an incredible story.

I’m asking you to help me turn this next few months into something that matters to me: an opportunity to write the book I really need to write. 

How You Can Help

I’m anxious about writing this book, but to be honest, I’m a lot more anxious about asking for your help. Because while I’m very comfortable in asking my readers to be generous with their money, I’m not very comfortable in asking for money for me.

But I’m going to do it anyways.

I’m going to ask you to pre-order copies of this book, along with the associated bike clothes, t-shirts, and hoodies. Your pre-orders of the book and gear (all of which should be sent to you by August of this year) will help me cover expenses while I write this book and work toward regular employment.

You can click here to go to my pre-order page. And most of the rest of this post will be describing each of the items in that page. 

However, if you’d rather just donate (I was surprised when I conducted a survey how many people asked for such an option), you can do so right here, using the (sort of) clever gimmick of paying me by the word:

Pay Fatty to Write a…

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Pre-Order Fight Like Susan

Combining the best posts from FatCyclist.com about Susan’s fight with a newly-written narrative of Susan and her family before and during her fight, Fight Like Susan will be an honest and thoughtful telling of Susan’s and Elden’s life together.

This fight defined, inspired, and changed me and what matters to me, and it might do the same for you. 

You can order any of several different versions of this book

  • Paperback: $19.95
  • Autographed Paperback: $22.95
  • Kindle Version: $12.95
  • Autographed Paperback + Kindle Version: $24.95

Fight Like Susan Relaxed-Fit Short-Sleeve Jersey

This is a comfortable, Italian-made, relaxed-fit jersey (see the Men’s and Women’s jersey sizing charts for sizing info). And it looks amazing:

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It’s incredibly well-made by DNA Cycling; you’re going to want to wear this full-zip jersey Spring through Autumn.   

  • Fabric: Hydro Fit
  • Respire Moisture Management
  • Ergo Stretch Performance
  • Front Comfort Banding
  • Relaxed Fit
  • Full Hidden Zip
  • 3 Full Back Pockets
  • Silicon Grippers for Men’s Jersey (ladies jersey does not include silicon gripper)
  • Men’s and Ladies Cuts Available
  • Audio Port

I’m pricing these at $74.95, which means they’re not just a good jersey, they’re also a really good deal. Click here to pre-order.

Fight Like Susan Bib Shorts

These bibs are made in Italy, they fit beautifully, and they feel like they cost about three times as much as they do. And let’s cap this whole thing off with this: both men’s and women’s sizing. 

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  • Fabric: Performance Lycra / Shield
  • 4 cm Elastic Compression Technology
  • Smart Panel Design
  • Suspension Braces
  • Radio Pocket

These will cost $99.95, which is a crazy-good deal for excellent bib shorts. Click here to pre-order.

Fight Like Susan Cycling Socks

Show the world how you fight and what team you’re on. These socks have a double welt top for comfort and fit, a smooth toe seam, and flat-knit construction for an ultra-lightweight fit. 

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They’re just $12.95; click here to pre-order.

Fight Like Susan T-Shirt 

I have a rule regarding selling t-shirts, which is to say: I won’t sell them if I don’t want to wear them. This is a good shirt, comfortable and just the right weight. 100% cotton. And it’s a good price at $19.95. 

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It comes in men’s and women’s sizing. Click here to order.

Fight Like Susan Hoodie

This is a 100% cotton, outrageously comfortable hoodie. Just the right weight, just the right fit. Show the world how you fight and what team you’re on. 

HOODIE FRONT 

This comes in Unisex sizing and is a bargain at $44.95. Click here to order.

Fight Like Susan Purist Hydroflo Bottle

I keep looking for a bottle I like better than this one. I do. But I’ve never found one. Not even close.

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This is just the best water bottle there is, and this is a really awesome design for it. At a good price, too: just $12.95. That’s cheaper than you’ll get it for most places. Click here to order.

Questions?

If you have questions about anything here, please ask in the comments; I’ll try to answer inline. For questions that crop up frequently, I’ll add them to this list.

  • When will you get your gear? I’m going to send everything all at once, which means after I write and publish this book. Now, since this will in fact be the fourth book I’ve self-published, I’m pretty confident in my ability to hit my projected dates. So, unless things change drastically for me, you’ll have the book and gear in August.
  • What if Fatty suddenly finds himself super busy? It’s possible I’ll get a new job before finishing this book, in which case I’ll ask you to be patient as I shift more toward writing during the weekends. I’m committed to finishing it no matter what, however.
  • What are the shipping costs? Shipping to the US and Canada is free. Shipping elsewhere costs $25, no matter what. (This is a ridiculous amount to spend if you’re just going to get a book, but not at all bad if you order a jersey and shorts as well).
  • Why no bundles? I considered doing bundles — buy one of everything, get it all for less — but then realized: it defeated the purpose of what I’m doing here: trying to make some money while I write. I’ve put the prices on each of these items so I have a little bit of profit. If I do bundles, my volume might go up…but the amount of money I make would go down. 
  • How long will this pre-order go on? The pre-order will go to the last day of April. 
  • Why aren’t you using a crowdfunding site like Kickstarter or FundRazr? I looked into these and was startled at how much money they keep for themselves — I’d be losing around 10% of each sale to the hosting site. That’s a reasonable cost of finding people to support you…but I already have an audience. You people know me. So I’m keeping this right here.
  • How much money do I need? Well, that depends on how long it is ’til I have full-time work again. I can say that thanks to folks buying my 2015 gear, I was able to get rid of that debt, so I am OK through April. I’m hoping this will pre-order will set me up with enough money to cover my expenses (and cost of publishing and manufacturing) through June. 
If you have any questions or ideas or comments, please let me know. This is a weird, intense, difficult, and in some ways exciting time for me, and I appreciate your support. One last time: click here to order.

What the Bike Gives Me

03.21.2016 | 9:47 am

I’ve started work on writing Fight Like Susan, and have been making a lot of decisions: what will go in the book, and what won’t. How far back in time will I reach, and where is its finish line. 

I’m happy to say that so far, the answers to these questions have been pretty clear to me. My vision for this book is very clear, maybe because I have been thinking about it for close to a decade. 

It will be Susan’s and my story, and it will incorporate much of my best writing from this blog during her fight. This means that about half of the writing exists, and I’ll be writing the other half. 

A story, interspersed with essays.

An Outlet

As I go back and read what I wrote during Susan’s fight, I’m struck by how my time for riding was so clearly a pressure release valve. I remember how my friends noted that when I rode with them, I would attack. Riding angry.

When I rode alone,  I’d attack anyway. Or sometimes break down

Then I’d come home and could be the stable presence again. For my kids. For my wife.

This time was the defining test of my life. I know, that sounds hyperbolic, but I think it’s true: it fixed the “me at my best” in my mind, and it is who I continue to try to be.

But without the balance the bike provided me — a time and a way to empty out all the frustration and rage and sense of unfairness I felt — I don’t know if I could have been the person I’m so glad I managed to be.

A Respite

Now I’m dealing with some new stuff. This stuff is maybe more ordinary, less life-and-death; it’s just looking for work. But as I’m pouring myself into this task and into the work of writing a very emotional book, I find myself…mentally and emotionally cooked. Exhausted. 

And once again, the bike is there to give me balance. But this time in a different way. I find that I look forward to my time on the bike not as an outlet for excess energy and emotion, but as a time to recharge, to relax.

I’m not riding with the intensity I’ve felt in recent years, not even when I race. After I finished the True Grit Epic a couple weekends ago, I was incredibly happy for how fast The Hammer and Swimmer had gone…and felt like I had raced a good race too, in spite of the fact that I had gone slower than the previous year.

Why? Because I had enjoyed myself, and had ridden and talked with other guys who were also enjoying themselves. I had gotten a much-needed break from the things that were weighing me down. 

I’ve been riding, as often as I can, for at least twenty years now. And once in a while, this simple act can still surprise me with how much it affects me and means to me.

Somehow, no matter what I’m going through, the bike gives me balance.

100 Miles of Nowhere Race Report: Winner of the 33.3 Miles of Nowhere Division

03.18.2016 | 9:12 am

A “Something to Listen To During the Weekend” Note from Fatty: The new episode of the Paceline is out! Find and subscribe on iTunes, or listen to it here:

We talk about How to Ride the Correct Speed, about a cyclist who got bullied by a cop, stayed cool, and won in the end, fought the law and oh-so-much more. It’s a fun episode. More details at Red Kite Prayer.

A Note About Today’s Guest 100 Miles of Nowhere Post: This fantastic story of someone who took the idea of 100 Miles of Nowhere and made it into a fantastic, fun, fundraising group ride comes to you courtesy of Lorie of the Care Free blog, where this was originally published. It’s awesome. Enjoy!

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When I signed up this year,  I never intended to ride.  I’ve only been riding for 3 years. I can’t ride a century or even half a century. I just thought Camp Kesem was a fun cause to support. 

But I started thinking that I could ride part of it,  or maybe I could get a couple of friends to ride 33.3 miles so our combined miles would total the 100 mile.  But if I could do that, maybe I could be brave enough to ask the bike club I ride with to join me.  So 33 miles of nowhere event was born…

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To my amazement when I posted the event, people actually signed up.  Even more surprising,  people showed up. and then rode.  Up and down, then up and down a path for a great cause.  It seems cyclist are by nature really attracted to free stuff and great causes. 

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We chose a really intense route.  Okay, maybe more casual – ride north then south, then north again  then little a south to the end.

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The city of Peoria has been kind enough to build a great canal bike path.  Almost 20 miles of cement trail without a single car.  The only problem is that it does not actually go anywhere.  The northern end just drops into the desert and southern end turns into gravel – maybe not the most impressive route but perfect for what we needed.  

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The riders did amazing, working their way through the route’s challenges.  long bridges, sharp hairpin turns…

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…and those steep climbs were no match for our cyclists.

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Our expert cyclist took advantage of the long stretches to show off their mad drafting skills

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While others just needed a few moment to figure out life.   How many cyclist does it take to … sort of thing

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North End of Nowhere

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These fierce ladies did amazing reaching their personal goals for the day. Neither had ridden 33 miles before the event.  I hear one celebrated her birthday by exceeding the required 33 miles and actually rode 50!  Woot Woot!

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To add a little fun to the day . We created a very high tech 100 MON raffle – come back with pictures of local celebrities to receive  a chance at winning cool  100 MON  stuff…. Not very fancy but it worked.

Our celebrity sightings included Swiss royalty, she came in her finest attire to cheer on the riders!

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Lots of riders enjoyed getting a pic with the less famous but notorious Flat Al and our great sponsors!

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At the south end of the route the riders were treated to a day at Al’s Flat tire and bike shop. Where anyone could  learn to change a tire,  ask questions about their bike, or get a chance to ride a fat bike….   Good times good times,    Although I think there may have been a few donations made to the homeless guy…..

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 The words of wisdom and encouragement left along the way…

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… was just what we needed to finish the day!!

West Valley Casual Bike Group is just a Meetup group. But it has provided lots of  people with a shame free way to start cycling,  heaps of  rides that challenge and increase skills. And has produced a community for people who just like to ride bikes.

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I am so proud of our event results:   500+ miles were ridden, 2 very large boxes of pastries were consumed, 15 item including 100MON items were raffled off, and many cyclist donated directly to Camp Kesem!!!   Great job!!!

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33.3 miles to Nowhere 2015!!!!

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