6:00am start. 64 degrees, calm and foggy with very limited
visibility. Ready to roll on my first 300k Brevet.
This doesn't begin to show how foggy it was |
I decided to drive over late the night before the ride. I left my house at
9:00 and arrived at the hotel in Melbourne, Florida a little after 1:00. I found
a fast food restaurant still open so I went in to use the restroom. I then
returned to the hotel where the ride would start. I pulled in the back parking
lot to try to get some sleep in the car. (The hotel was booked by the time I
registered to ride.)
It took me awhile to get comfortable but I did manage to get a little sleep
before my 4:30 alarm got me moving. A little car camping never hurt anyone,
right? :-) Since I was in a very remote section of the parking lot, I changed in
the car and got myself ready for the ride. I tried to get the latest weather
forecast but I couldn't find anything local. The earlier forecast said it was to
be very foggy (and it was), low 60's (and it was) with temps climbing to the low
80's. The fog wouldn't clear until mid-morning. So, arm sleeves and short
sleeves should do it.
I got myself ready to go, loaded my pockets with the food I thought I would
need/want, back up batteries, and 3 back up power sticks for my iPhone and/or
lights. I rode the 150 meters to the lobby of the hotel and I was already wet.
Amazing. Riding in the clouds. A quick registration and a bathroom stop. Ready
to ride.
After some last minute instructions, the ride started promptly at 6:00am. I
saw a few people who I knew were part of the group I wanted to ride with. They
were all behind me though so I couldn't really settle in with them before the
ride. It was very dark with extremely low visibility. Error number one. I didn't
have a chance of reading my cue sheet. Fortunately, I could just follow other
riders. I loved this. There were about 45 riders weaving their way out of town
with lights galore. It was dark but there is no way a driver couldn't see us.
We wound our way through some of the downtown streets working our way out of
town. Very quickly we were heading west, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. It
was so dark. It was so foggy. A group of riders ahead of me were moving at
20mph+. I wasn't going to be able to stay with them. The group I wanted to ride
with was riding along at 18mph. Once the "fast guys" rode off into the fog, I
found myself in the lead. It was a very long straight away so kept the lead and
held the 18mph pace. I kept checking behind me to make sure the others were
there. All I could verify is that there were at least 2 riders behind me. I
couldn't tell who they were though. Even though I couldn't read my cue sheet
yet, I kept the lead since there were no opportunities to turn off this road.
It was really cool riding along in the darkness with that heavy fog. I was
soaked to the bone as if it was raining. I was dressed perfectly though. I was
quite comfortable with my choice of arm sleeves. I couldn't read my speedometer
unless I passed under one of the rare street lights. I couldn't read my odometer
at all. A group of 3 recumbent riders passed me. I was glad to see them go by
hoping they would show me my first turn. It wasn't long before their tail lights
disappeared in the fog. So that plan didn't work.
I slowed down a bit to encourage one of the riders behind me to take the
lead. After 1/2 mile or so, one of them finally came by. I told him I couldn't
read my cue sheet and didn't know where the turn was. He was okay with that. We
were quickly back up to 18mph and I was feeling a little more relaxed since I
didn't have to worry about missing the turn.
We eventually got to our turn. The roads were very wet ... and slippery. I
slowed to take the turn very cautiously since it was wet and I couldn't really
see too far down the road. It was very dark and virtually nothing around. It
turned out, the group of riders I wanted to ride with were behind me the whole
time. There were dozen of us riding in this group. Good stuff. We now had a
chance to ride side-by-side and chat a bit. I was feeling pretty good about the
group at that point.
I had 2 concerns early on. First, my knees were feeling the niggles I
normally don't feel except when I've done a hard workout. They didn't really
hurt but with most of the ride ahead of me, it was reason for pause. The second
concern was my bum. I have had more discomfort over the last week than I
normally have ... ever! From the very start of every ride, I have been so tender
in that area that it has made even short rides challenging. I was already
uncomfortable. I had a lot of miles to go for this problem already. All I could
do was hope for the best.
Dawn was breaking, or at least it was trying to. With the heavy fog, it
wasn't getting all that bright. But I was able to read my cue sheet and my
speedometer/odometer.
Even though I knew a few people in our current group, I really wasn’t sure
who all was there. I was either co-pulling or riding in the second position for
quite some time. There was a lot of conversation behind me but I only recognized
one of the voices. He is a guy I met during the 200km ride last month. Good guy
and fun to ride with. But I did not recognize the others. We hadn’t ridden 20
miles yet so plenty of time to meet them.
Now that it was light, it was an incredible morning. The heavy fog was still
with us but we could see some of our surroundings. There wasn’t much there
except for the beauty of rural, central Florida. I don’t think I will ever get
tired of seeing all the very cool birds you see here. Many of them are quite
large (relatively speaking) and it’s very easy to get a good view of them, even
while riding along at a nice pace.
At 30 miles into the ride, we hit our first “hidden” control. The first
published control wasn’t until mile 60 but it was nice to get a bit of a break
here. We had our Brevet cards signed and a chance to refill our water bottles.
This was also a good chance to see who was in our group. I introduced myself to
one woman I didn’t know and she said she wasn’t riding with us. She lived nearby
and just wanted to cheer on the riders with one of her friends. I thought that
was really cool. I did get to meet others. At this point, there were 10 riders
in our group. I met 3 of the others during the 200km so I felt like I already
kind of knew them. Very cool.
Soon, we were on our way again. I was surprised at our pace, still hovering
around 18mph. This was faster than our pace during the 200km so I wasn’t so sure
this was manageable for the whole ride. It was a flat route though so I was
willing to give it a go. Around 40 miles in, one of our group had a blowout.
Amazing really. He was the last in our peloton of 10. How is it possible 9
riders passed by unscathed and the last rider in the group hit the debris?!
After our little break, we got going again. I was still amazed at how rural
our route was. Very little traffic and almost nothing else. Not long after our
restart, we passed 2 large birds that I didn’t expect to see … even in Florida.
We saw 2 ostriches right up by the road. They looked at us with a curiosity that
said we were the oddity. On second thought, maybe they were right. At 50 miles,
we were only 20 miles or so from Orlando. You’d never know it based on our
surroundings. Very cool.
We continued our ride north to the first, published control at 60 miles. This
was a nice little, very old fashioned convenience store. The clerks were armed
with a stamp and willingness to sign, stamp and not the time on our Brevet
cards. Just to be sure, we also each made a purchase so that we would have a
receipt to turn in with our cards. They also didn’t mind our using their
restroom. I love how the people working in these stores just take this little
blitz in stride. Very cool. It’s also worth noting here that my knee discomfort
was gone. My knees felt perfectly fine. Odd how these things work.
A little confusion as we set out again but we quickly got our bearings. For
the first time on the ride, traffic was actually getting a little heavy. Road
construction didn’t make things any easier. We had a very narrow shoulder to use
with many areas of debris. Fortunately, the drivers were very respectful as they
passed us. I think riding in a group helped a lot. It wasn’t long before we were
through this area and onto our next official control. This was a post card
control where we had to take a post card given to us at the start, sign and time
it before dropping it in the mail. No one was there and there were no services
to be had. That was okay though since we had stopped less than 25 miles earlier.
Once again, it was a little tricky getting out of town on the right route. We
did manage though. We were finally heading east and a little north to our next
control, 30 miles away. Very quickly the traffic disappeared and we were back to
nature. This stretch took us through the Hickory Bluff Nature Preserve.
Beautifully paved roads took us through some beautiful Florida wilderness. An
osprey passed about 20 feet overhead with his fresh catch of the day. I love
seeing them so close. There were many other birds, most unknown to me. There
were lots of ponds, a lake and lots of streams and wetlands too. One unexpected
sight was a secure radar installation in support of Cape Canaveral. It seemed
very much out of place here but there it was.
The traffic was so light that we were able to ride in 2 columns. It was great
to be able to talk to the others as we pedaled along. Out of nowhere, an eagle
passed overhead. I couldn’t tell you what kind of eagle though. I really need to
study up on this stuff a little more. We passed under route 95, a major
north/south highway running along the entire east coast of the United States.
Even here, not much of anything to see. There was no exit off the highway so
there were no stores, gas stations, etc. around. Just a whole bunch of nature.
Nice!
We finally hit our furthest point north on this route and our next control.
110 miles in and the day had turned into a beautiful sunny day with temperatures
in the low 80’s. This was an info control so there was nothing here except a
RUSA sign with some stickers. We had to take a sticker and place it in the
appropriate place in our Brevet card and write down the time. Just a very quick
stop since we had lunch waiting for us only 5 miles up the road.
We pulled into the next control where they had a great lunch waiting. Lentil
soup and/or turkey soup. I thought it was an odd choice but I’m here to tell
you, the turkey soup was fantastic and really hit the spot! Plenty of other
great stuff to offer too. A bit of an extended stop here to enjoy all the
goodies. We were in a park with picnic tables, shade, restrooms, etc. There was
a lot of activity there other than us. I love seeing people taking advantage of
public spaces like this.
It had warmed up and cleared up enough by now that most of us removed our
reflective vests and in my case, I took off my sleeves preferring the short
sleeves of my jersey. It was comfortably warm and not really hot. There was a
nice ocean breeze so it helped keep the temps very comfortable. We took off and
my speedometer/odometer stopped working. Ugh! It was frustrating not knowing how
far we had to the next turn or landmark. I still had my Strava application
running on my iPhone, but that was in my pocket and not all that accessible
while riding. Oh well. That’s what these Brevets are all about. Putting up with
whatever the ride throws at you.
As we were approaching the Canaveral National Seashore, another flat for one
of our riders. What bad luck. The same guy that had the blowout earlier had a
flat. We pulled off so that he could deal with the issue. This time, his tired
was shredded pretty good. It might have survived the rest of the trip but one of
the guys in the group had a spare tire. He gave it to the cyclist in need so we
all felt a lot better about the remainder of the ride. I spent most of the time
trying to get my speedometer going. No luck. I did discover that what I thought
was telling me was a full battery was probably telling me it was a dead battery.
Oh well. That’s the way it is.
We got back on the road and continued our ride heading south along the water.
What a beautiful place to ride. Riding along the Merritt Island National
Wildlife Refuge on one side and the Canaveral National Seashore on the other was
such a treat. Beautifully paved roads, little traffic and lovely scenery. We
were riding alongside Mosquito Lagoon, the namesake of this ride. Very cool.
Soon we were heading over the causeway taking us into Titusville.
140 miles into the ride, I decided this was a great time to test out my legs.
I decided to ride hard to the top of the causeway. I had 2 reasons for this.
First, I wanted to test my legs. Secondly and perhaps more importantly, I had to
stand as much as possible. All last week, I had some terrible discomfort where I
meet the saddle. It wasn’t just sore, it was really uncomfortable from the
moment I started a ride through the end. Not a great way to start a 300km ride
but it’s what I had to work with. At this point, the discomfort was getting
almost unbearable. I was standing a lot. I would stand, coast, pedal while
standing, etc. Anything to try to feel better. When I would sit down again, I
was very careful to try to find a comfortable way to sit down. It wasn’t really
working. Ugh.
The ride up the bridge was easy. I got to the top and coasted down. This gave
me the opportunity to stand all the way down the bridge. Heaven on earth! The
last 45 miles might be tough. 20 more miles to the next control. On we rode. We
were riding through some beautiful areas with nice homes, nice neighborhoods and
nice views. Since we weren’t on the main roads, we didn’t have much traffic
either. Oddly, my speedometer began working again. I was able to figure out how
many miles I missed so now I could track where we were on the cue sheet a lot
easier. That helped a lot. Our pace had slowed significantly as a couple of our
riders were struggling. They were hanging in there but clearly it was not so
much fun for them at this point. I decided this was a great opportunity to lend
a little moral support. I spent a little time next to each of them encouraging
them and letting them know how great they were doing. I think the biggest
support I gave them was just a little distraction from watching the miles go by.
It helped me too. They were doing great, really.
We approached our next causeway. Several miles before we were there, lots of
complaints about the “hill”. I tried to get everyone thinking positively about
this. “Just think about how much fun the downhill will be”. “Just grab onto my
wheel” and anything else I could think of that I thought might help.
We hit the causeway and the pace dropped to next to nothing. I jumped into
the lead and rode up the hill with ease. I really wasn’t pushing at all. I was
pretty happy about how strong my legs felt. (My bum on the other hand was
another story.) After cresting the top of the bridge, I coasted down the other
side. I let my momentum take me to the left turn where I stopped to wait for the
others. As I turned around, I saw the next rider just cresting the top of the
bridge. I guess my legs still remember a little bit about riding those Vermont
hills. Side note: I was by far the strongest rider on the hills in our group. In
Vermont, I am almost always the weakest climbing. Funny how that works.
After most of our group got to the bottom, we crossed the road and waited for
the last few riders before pulling into the next (and last) control. They were
nowhere to be seen. Hmmm. I decided to ride back up to make sure they were okay.
Just as I started to cross the highway again, I saw the 3 missing riders coming.
One of the riders struggling earlier had a really tough time climbing. She was
fine, just slow. I was glad for her sake that we had a control to give all of us
some rest.
160.5 miles done. Except for my bum, I was feeling pretty good. We took care
of business getting out cards signed and stamped. I bought more to drink and
used the rest room. We took a little bit of a break here waiting for the
struggling riders to let us know when they were ready to ride. My feet were
starting to feel like they were getting cramps but not bad. In hind sight, I
should have taken off my shoes and readjusted them. My feet were swollen some
which is what I think was causing the problem. My toes were also a bit sore, as
if my shoes were a bit too small. Again, I think a little time with my shoes off
would have helped.
It was getting dark again so I donned my sleeves and reflective vest and got
my lights going. Ready to go, we were soon on our way. We had an incredible view
of Cape Canaveral. We could clearly see the NASA buildings and the launch pad
from our spot across the water. What a great place this would be to watch a
launch. Too bad they aren’t doing that here anymore.
It was pretty dark now but we all had good lights and we were traveling in a
group. Most drivers were very respectful of our space and we had no real issues
as the miles passed by. One more causeway to cross and then the last couple of
winding miles home. Easy peasy. We got back to the hotel and checked in for our
final control. 300km done! In fact, I logged 191 miles for this ride. By far, my
longest ride to date.
Very wet fog, warm sunshine and cool evening darkness. What a fantastic day.
What a fantastic group of people to ride with. What an incredible day for a
ride.
I thanked everyone and made sure they knew what a great event this was. I said my goodbyes to our close knit group of riders and returned to my car for the 4 hour ride home. I got home at 1:00am. I took a quick shower and checked out my tender bum. (More on that below.) I then did my standard core workout. Only 12 minutes but very possibly, much tougher than the ride! In order to keep a streak going, you are going to have days like this. It was really tough, but I got it done.
SPOILER ALERT: I apologize if this is too much information. Feel free to stop
reading here.
I discovered that I was bleeding where I had the discomfort. Upon closer
examination, I had an open wound about an inch long that was incredibly sore and
tender to the touch. For that matter, it was just plain tender. It’s no wonder I
was having some difficulty on the ride.
I know the best thing to do would be to stop riding. I hope to avoid that
with shorter rides and Neosporin. My ride on Sunday was very difficult. I think
I spent more time standing on this ride than I did sitting. We’ll see how that
goes.