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Saturday, June 28, 2014

The Mile Failte 1200K, Ireland - What does "MF" really stand for?

Wow, what an experience! Since I started this blog a few years ago, when I was working towards the Shenandoah 1200K, and then a few entries this year after signing up for the Mile Failte 1200k in Ireland less than 2 months ago, I might as well finish the story. I successfully completed the ride, and learned so much along the way & had so many experiences, that it is likely hard for me to recall everything just a few days after the ride, while still in “recovery mode”. I guess a big part of what “newer” Rando’s continue to learn, is “what not to do”, & although I seem to be minimizing my mistakes, I continue to make them. In hindsight, I wish that I had flown into Ireland a day earlier, instead of arriving on the day before, as I don’t think that helped with my sleep patterns on Day 1. Although I may be able to ride my bike fairly well, I am a terrible mechanic, and one of my greatest concerns was immediately alleviated at the starting hotel in Midleton, Ireland, when my friend Bill Fischer walked out of the front door as I was stepping out of the taxi, and very nicely began assembling my bike. Bill & Gavin Biebuyck, had told me about this ride a few months ago, and given my friendship & comfort level in having done several longer brevets with them, they were the key factor in my willingness to “have another go”. Bill & Gavin were also friendly with Chip Adams, Matt Farrell & Melinda Lyon’s, other Americans, some of whom I had met briefly during other brevets, that would form our core group throughout the entire ride.
Day 1 was a 356k loop from Midleton towards the west & Waterford. A total of 95 riders started the brevet, and we departed from a local parking lot. Everyone was in good spirits, and eager to go. As with most brevets, it did not take too long for the pack to start separating. Other than knowing that the plan was for Bill, Gavin, Matt & Chip to ride together, I was open to riding with anyone, and one of the things that really attracted me to coming over to Ireland, aside from my heritage, was an opportunity to meet and ride with Rando’s from many other countries. Although I did speak with several different riders during the first hour or so, soon thereafter, we rarely saw most of the rest of the riders. After 30K, we got our first of many glimpses of the coast as we entered into the very scenic town of Youghal, which we would return through later at night. As with the entire trip, we had great weather on Day 1, likely mid 70’s with sun & clouds. Most of the day we rode through quite farm country, and a lot of rolling hills. I think one of the thoughts I had about Day 1 was, “nothing too bad”, no serpentine required on any of the climbs, but that would change. After an 8:00 A.M. start, which was changed from 6:00 A.M initially to accommodate a Ferry schedule on Day 2, we arrived at the final control c. 1:15. With a plan to depart the hotel at 6:00 A.M. the next morning, which would give us plenty of time for the 15k ride into Fota to make the first Ferry of the day at 7:00. Of course this left plenty of time to sleep & I was given a hotel room with a roommate who had not yet arrived. Perhaps knowing that I was likely to be woken up when that person arrived was the primary factor, but I spent those 4 hours lying in bed, wide awake, not a great way to start Day 2, No sleep!


Day 1, Midleton, at the start

Day 2, was a 350k trek mostly along the southern coast up into Killarney. After our morning ferry crossing, we had a short hour ride into the coastal fishing village of Kinsale, which I had visited for several days while studying in London, during college. Again, we had nice weather, no real winds, and no climbs that I felt were too taxing. Once again, our small group arrived into the final control & Hostel in Killarney at midnight, and I was very confident in getting several hours of sleep. As we were signing in, there was a big screen TV showing the U.S. v Portugal World Cup soccer match, which I was very interested in watching, especially as the U.S. scored to tie the match at 1-1 as my card was being signed, but my desire to get a shower & be the first to bed, took priority over everything else. Another mistake that I made at this point, was not taking advantage of the food that was available to us at the hostel. We were fed at the “Secret Control” which was 30K from the finish, and in fact, the final 30K was relatively flat, and I didn’t seem hungry or really see the need to eat again so soon? So, I certainly have heard stories about the snoring, smells, etc., about staying in a hostel at PBP, in particular, but as I was late to sign up & my group were all staying here, I know that my thought process was, “how bad could it be”? Our hostel itself was fine, and I was put in a smaller room with 3 of my own group members, but…..one of them snored so loudly, all night, from the minute he hit the bunk, that being a light sleeper that I am, no matter how tired I was, I did not manage 1 minute of sleep again, on night 2. I had purposely put 2 sleeping pills in my top tube bag that I had intended to take on the bike before arriving at the hostel, but not only did I forget to do that, I forgot to bring them into the hostel. Although I did get dressed to go out to my bike to get them at 2:30, taking 2 sleeping pills was no help before the 4:15 alarms started going off for our 5:00 departure. I grabbed a few bananas before we left, but had serious doubts about the day ahead & if I would see this place again later at night, given 2 nights of no sleep, and the very hazy & groggy state that I left in.



Some shots from Day 2, taking pictures from the bike, not my strength


Day 3, is really where the fun, challenges & incredible scenery kicks in, a 365K loop back to Killarney which took us into The Ring of Kerry, then ultimately out to Dingle & around Slea Head Drive. I started Day 3 out in immediate trouble, as I felt bonked right out of the gate. Soon after leaving the control, we were climbing in a National Park, very stark, which reminded me of being in The Pyrenees, with plenty of rock & sheep, as we rode through the early morning dew. I asked my friends to give me 5 minutes as we started our early climbing to take down a few bars & GU to help get me going. My only thought at this point was praying that when we got to our first control town, Christians Mace, at 51K that someplace would be open for me to get some serious food. As we rode into town around 7:30, I could not see anything open, yet alone anyone even awake. Thankfully, Gavin had gone ahead of us, which he would often do during the ride, but generally later at night so that he could start drinking a few beers, no harm there, and he did find the one place that was just opening, a small cafĂ©, and the smile on my face when I heard those words would have been worth a picture. The proprietors were certainly not expecting to accommodate about 10 cyclists during the next 30 minutes, but they could see that we were all about to spend some real money in loading up for the miles ahead. The food that I was able to get down at the first control saved my ride, but I struggled with feeling sick for almost the entire afternoon, and spent most of the time at the next 2-3 controls lying down on the pavement, trying to get as much rest as possible. Dingle….we passed a lot of signs & it seemed like it took forever for us to finally get to Dingle, after getting through The Ring early in the morning. Days 3 & 4 would also now be considered a Heat Wave in Ireland, as temperatures were in the mid 80’s those last 2 days, with full sun & rare cloud cover. We arrived into the seaside, touristy town of Dingle around 4:30, and made the wise decision to stop at a local pub for a full meal & a bit of rest. We were met there by several of the Volunteers, who I must say now for the first time, were a Major part of making this ride a success, they were all so helpful & cheerful at the finishing controls & the Secret Controls, each day. The 40K loop out around Sleigh Head, was incredibly scenic, but also very challenging on the way back into Dingle, with the winds blowing into us. After a quick stop to refuel & pick up some supplies before leaving Dingle, we were almost immediately climbing An Conair, or The Conor Pass. While finishing setting up my bike in Midleton upon arrival, a friendly older gentleman named Padraig began speaking with me & asking a few questions. It turns out that he was an experienced cyclist who could no longer ride after a recent hip replacement. He asked to look at my brevet cards, and told me that he thought the ride was “fair more or less” but that the one bit that I need to remember was “The Connor Pass”. Although I actually didn’t remember the exact name or town, I knew at some point, we would have a steep climb on Day 3. It turns out that this mountain is the highest mountain pass in Ireland, and it took us about an hour to climb to the top, thankfully, still with plenty of daylight. Given that I have been fortunate to have been on 4 other cycling trips in Europe, but not brevets, I can’t actually say that this was the toughest climb that I needed to tackle, but it was up there, and I certainly had never attempted something like this with as many miles in my legs & no sleep for days. It turns out though, that the climb seemed easier than the decent, especially the first part of the descent, which I thought was extremely technical, on rough roads, with barely enough room for one car to get through. Thankfully, the several cars that were coming up the other side, were very courteous, and stopped their cars to let the cyclists through. I know that I really felt very sorry & concerned for our colleagues that would be doing this climb & descent in the dark, which I felt would be unsafe, let alone unnecessary. Early in the evening, most of our group seemed to feel that we were on pace to return to the hostel by 12-1, but I never really felt that would be the case, and as a series of climbs continued into the evening, especially as we went through another sort of park as we drew close to midnight, when the temperature began to drop, I was eager to arrive at the days “Secret Control” which we were all told would be 30K from the finish. When we arrived, I asked a few of the volunteers to please be honest with me in realistically telling us what the last 30K would really be like, as I really felt close to cracking. In so many words, I was told that it was going to be very difficult, and I was actually shown a text message from a rider ahead of us who had just arrived at the hostel, and I won’t repeat the language, but that sealed my decision. Deciding to rest at this control was one of the best decisions I finally made during a long brevet. I was provided with a small mat, and although I didn’t have a blanket, just having an opportunity to rest a few hours, and even perhaps an hour of sleep, was incredibly helpful. When I went up to the stage area, there was one other rider having a rest, but I counted as many as 12 people during the night, probably more, which I don’t think that the volunteers were expecting. I did hear some more talk during the night from the volunteers about the difficulty of that last section, and reports that were coming back, so I made sure that I did not get up until 4:30 when it began to get light. That final section was ridiculously hard in the light, and I was curious to hear from my friends how they fared. I arrived to the hostel by 7:15, as we had agreed hours ago when we separated, that we wanted to depart for the final day by 8:00, I soon learned that it had taken my friends almost 3.5 hours, and several of them had toppled over on the steep, bumpy climbs in the pitch black. All agreed that I had made the right decision, and I know that they were surprised that I made it back well before our departure time. After a quick shower & change & a great hot breakfast prepared by a local chef, we departed for the final day.


Most of Team USA, Melinda, Chip, Matt & Gavin, pausing by the sea on the never ending trek to Dingle...


All of us, yes, we were very tempted to go down to the beach for a swim, one person, did...


Just me, the picture looks better than I felt all day



Day 4, was a shorter route, 160K back to Midleton, although for me, I guess closer to a 200K. We left with a new rider to our group, Birgit Zimmermann from Germany, who had roomed with Melinda at the hostel before the ride. Good portions of morning were spent on nice rolling hills, and we were making good time towards our finish. A real fun part of our final day was at Control # 3, in the small town of Glenville, 100K into our ride, where we stopped at the local pub, Kades Kounty. Three fellow Rando’s were already seated at a table having lunch, but were the only people in the pub. Our group felt we were more in need of beer, and we all proceeded to order some Murphy’s Stout.. I ended up having a few laughs with the bar tender & proprietor, and we really had a lot of fun. I had mentioned that perhaps they could have used some American football memorabilia in the sports themed bar, and I was immediately handed a fantastic local Irish rugby flag, with the expectation that I will send something back to Kades Kounty, which I will be doing this weekend. This is the type of warm Irish hospitality that I have experienced on other trips back to the old country, and will remain a highlight of the trip for me.


Kades Kounty, enjoying a well deserved jar, and a bit of Craic

Over the next 30K into our final control en route to the finish, we actually ended up riding with as many as 15 riders, many of whom we kept flip-flopping with throughout the ride, but never really having a chance to speak with or ride together with for too long.. This was really a lot of fun, and made that next section go by much faster, largely because we were more or less starting a pace line, and reverting back to alpha tendencies…..As soon as we made it into the town of Tallow, I could sense that perhaps some of the group wanted to keep going after a quick picture to prove that we were there, but I knew that I needed some food, and perhaps, I should have had some food back in Glenville, as good as the Murphy’s was….We still left Tallow with a good 10 riders or so, and before I knew it, and somewhat unexpectedly, one of my group members took off, and everyone started to disappear very quickly. Matt Farrell stayed with me those final 30K’s, which had 2 significant climbs, and I was very thankful to have had Matt with me, as I was certainly in no danger of not getting safely back to Midleton, but I was also certainly on my last reserves, my left Achilles had now been on fire for the last 1 ½ days, amongst many other aches & pains. Upon coming down out of the mountains & seeing the town of Midleton, I was certainly close to being overcome with emotion, which I soon would be after arriving at the hotel. When we arrived at the hotel, there were several of the volunteers and townsfolk there to greet us & cheering, which felt great, along with Bill & Gavin & Melinda, who had finished minutes before us. There was a nice ceremony inside the hotel, during which we all received a medal upon signing our cards.
So, how to conclude? Of course it goes without saying that I am very thankful & happy to have been able to complete my first 1200K. The Mile Failte 1200 was very scenic & very challenging. It seemed almost consensus amongst the riders, many of whom have done many 1200’s all over the place, that this was the hardest that they had done, so I guess I have that going for me? During our welcoming meeting, it was explained to us that “Mile Failte” in Gaelic meant “A Thousand Welcomes” and although I was the only member of my group to finally express out loud that what I thought MF really stood for was “Mother ^%$#$%#%”, I doubt that I was the only one who had that thought on Day #3? I had a wonderful experience riding with Bill, Gavin, Matt, Chip & Melinda, we all worked well together, helped one another, and the hours passed easily, and I was able to draw upon their experience & took comfort that they had all been able to complete 1200K’s before. I would gladly ride with any of them again. I have gained tremendous respect for those Rando’s that make the time & commitment to ride 1200k’s, especially those that do several per year, which I cannot even fathom. Clearly, it takes a special type of person to be able to finish one of these events, and I am glad that I can now say that I am one of them. The next time that I get dropped on my weekend group rides, which I will take a few weeks to resume down at the N.J. shore, I am going to have that confident smirk, full well knowing that none of them can do what we do, enjoy the 2 hour sprint! I honestly don’t know if I will attempt another 1200? I know how this goes, the months go by, a new season comes, and one thing leads to another. So, it is hard to say. For now, I am satisfied in having achieved a goal in a year when I had no intention of attempting a 600K, let alone a 1200K. I know one thing, if I ever attempt another, I am going to need to figure out how to get some sleep, and I will certainly opt for a single room, if offered. Thankfully, we did not have a lot of wind on this brevet, but there were enough “to blow me home again”. Enjoy the summer.


Getting ready to leave our final Control, Tallow, 30k to go!



After the finish, what joy, relief & emotion!

video
Mile Failte 1200K



Saturday, June 14, 2014

Ready for Ireland?

Last Saturday I rode in my final brevet before heading for Ireland to attempt my 2nd 1200K. The NJ 400K started in Bergen County, close to the NY state border and we made our way into the Catskills. We had fantastic weather, although it did get into the mid 80's making some of the smaller climbs in the afternoon, a bit uncomfortable. We started put with a very small group of 15 riders, and I spent most of my day riding with 3 other people, on and off throughout the ride. I had met Chris Errico earlier this year during the NJ 200K, a newbie & a young rider, but also a very strong rider, although it was hard to tell that day on a basically flat ride. I had enjoyed riding with Chris, and we rode most of last Saturday together, only because he chose to wait a few times at some of the controls. I was happy to see him at our final control, as we rode those final 60 miles together, back through Harriman State Park, and other winding roads. I felt comfortable all day, and as I sit here watching the World Cup, Italy v England, I feel ready & excited for the challenges, new experiences & people that I will meet next week in Ireland. Unlike 3 years ago, when I attempted my first 1200, I have more miles under my belt, and a different attitude, and I feel a lot more relaxed. Kind of like most things in life as we "mature". Whatever happens, I am ready to have fun, and as Jerry say's, "May the four winds blow you home again"

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

NJ 300K

Last Saturday I rode in the NJ 300K, a ride that I had not participated in for a few years. The weather was great, nice cool temperatures for the majority of the day, which really helped during the climbing in Warren County. As usual, the brevet was not without new experiences for me. We had a very small group of 21 riders, and when we set out at 4:00, I quickly followed 2 lead riders, not realizing that one was Joe Kratovil, who I know is a very strong & fast rider. I rode a good portion of last year's NJ 600K with Joe throughout the Catskills, with the difference being that Joe was on a Fixed Gear bike, which is still hard for me to comprehend given that very challenging route. As we rode into the 1st control at mile 30,I knew that I would not be able to keep up with Joe & the other rider, and they quickly left the control, making the decision an easy one for me. One of the things that I have not done yet on a brevet was to ride on my own for any real period of time & has always been a bit of a fear for me. I ended up riding the rest of the brevet on my own, and I really enjoyed the experience, and gained some confidence. I even survived leaving the overhead lights in in my car all day, which I learned about from Steve at the 1st control, no call to AAA needed, the joys of a hybrid battery. The NJ 300k is a beautiful route, which was exceptionally well supported by many volunteers. The NJ 400 will be my final brevet before leaving for Ireland, much more training to be done.

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Wow, 2 1/2 years since my last post, life has been busy & good. Last year I completed another Series & had some great rides in NJ & PA, met some great new people, and reconnected with some new friends after not doing any events in 2012. I would have to say that there likely was something in the back of my mind in 2012 after failing in my first 1200K attempt, that likely sent me back to my normal group riding & more time at the beach. After the miserable winter we all experienced in the Northeast this year, I enjoyed doing the NJ 200k to start this season, which spends some time along the NJ coast, which I love so much. It was a great way to kick off the 2014 season, although I will say that we experienced some serious head winds making our way down the coast towards Spring Lake. A few months ago, my good friend Bill Fisher, officially invited me on to his Fleche team, "Fear of Gears", after talking to me & encouraging me to join the Fleche experience for the past few years. As the team name would suggest, my teammates, Jon Clamp, Norman Smeal, Gavin Biebuyck & Bill, all did the Fleche which started from the Eastern PA headquarters in Quakertown PA, with No gears. I was & i am still, in awe. I, was not ready for that particular challenge, but my friends welcomed me to the team anyway, and we had a fantastic ride down to Southern NJ,& back. Although I started the ride very sick & ended the ride even worse, I really had a great time, learned a lot (how to kill time in the middle of the night, when all you really want to do is keep riding)I have to say that midway through the ride, I was thinking to myself, this is great, another Randonneuring "check the box experience", but just maybe, this will be it for me 2014, or perhaps, maybe just the NJ 300? Soon thereafter, Bill & Gavin mentioned that they had signed up to ride in the Mile Failte 1200K in Ireland, in June & why dont I join them? I didnt give this too much further thought during the ride, but I have been thinking how great it would be to do some serious riding in Ireland & also, how much I would like to get back to the land of my ancestors, after not having been back for too long now. Once Bill & Gavin sent me some info the next day, I decided to sign up & I am really looking forward to the experience. Unlike my first attempt at a 1200K, I intend to approach this much more differently. Although I am in full training mode, I am really looking forward to the full experience, the beautiful scenery, the opportunity to ride with people from so many countries & also being able to ride with 2 very good friends & experienced Randonneurs, Bill & Gavin

Sunday, October 23, 2011

PA 200K - 10/22/2011

Yesterday I rode what is likely my final brevet of the year, an Eastern PA 200K, another great event organized by Tom Rosenbauer. Yesterday Tom offer both a 150K and a 200K event, and it was a very good turnout for a Fall afternoon. Although the weather forecast was for sunny skies and temperatures close to 60, we had cloudy and much cooler temperatures all day, making me think of the coming winter ahead. Even though I have ridden a number of events this Fall, trying to work of a few extra pounds put on at the end of the summer, I found myself really struggling towards the end of the day, with the over 10,000 feet of climbing, and some stomach cramps in the final hours. I was helped in those final hours by riding with my friend John Clamp, whom I had not ridden a brevet with since the Spring. John is a very strong rider, but yesterday he took things to new levels by riding a fixed gear bike on this challenging ride, which I had trouble comprehending all day, as John passed me on the hills while I was pounding away in my granny ring. I had so much fun, and really enjoyed riding the series in PA this year, in my second year of doing brevets. I cant imagine a finer RBA than Tom, and we capped yesterday off with a great BBQ, and excellent support by yesterday's volunteers, Len, Shane, and Shane's daughter, Victoria, who all helped us throughout the day. I learned a lot this year, and will be looking forward to the challenges that 2012 will bring.
Preparing to take off on our 200K @ 7:30 outside the Weisel Hostel
Jon & Tim Crossing Belvedere Bridge
Tim at the Top of Fox Gap Climb
Rick, Tim & John at the finish of the ride, ready to take down some BBQ!

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Sea Gull Century - MD - 10/15/11

Well, this started out initially as a blog about Randonneuring for me, but there are so many additional cool things that we can experience within our great sport. This past weekend, my good friend, Paul Whelan, who took up cycling several years ago, was riding in his first ever Century, the massive Sea Gull Century, and asked me down to his beach house in Ocean City, MD, which my family and I have been invited to many times, but for different reasons, have never been able to make the trip. I was able to take Friday off, and Paul and I were able to get a nice ride in Friday morning, before a round of golf at a beautiful course, and 12 hours of "hydration", but not the type of hydration that is normally recommended for cycling, let alone a challenging event. I was very impressed with the organization of this great event. I am not exactly sure how many riders participated, I believe at least 8000, and I heard as many as 10,000? We had a nice, clear, crisp day to ride, with temperatures in the afternoon in the low 70's, with not a could in the sky. The roads were flat, well marked, and very pretty. That said, there is more to this story, as I cold front had moved through the day before, and for most of the ride, there were 25-25 mile wind gusts. As always with any long cycling events, the wind was directly in our face for the last 40 miles, and for as long as I have been riding, yesterday's winds were definetely some of the most challenging I have ridden in. The best part of the weekend for me was not only a great weekend with a great friend, but being there to celebrate and help him complete his first Century, which he finished strongly, in challenging conditions, some of which we could not control, and some of which we could, but didn't, which is our history.
Paul, at the entrance to Assateague State Park, MD, known for it's wild horses
One of those famous wild horses, "not me"
Paul, and Tim, at the end of a great ride, and great event. "until next year" I think I have one more long cycling event to complete, which will be next weekend's final Eastern PA 200K, which as always will be challenging & full of climbs. Then, into Cyclocross season #2 for me, for more pain & sufferring & getting my "a" kicked. As always, thanks for riding, until next time..."keep onTruckin"

Monday, October 3, 2011

Keating's VT Ride

During the first weekend of October, our good friend Dan Keating invited many of us that ride together out of Brielle Cyclery, in Brielle, N.J., up to his wonderful home in Ludlow, VT. I have been riding with many people in this group for about the past 8 summers, since we have been fortunate enough to have a summer home nearby. Technically, this means that my family are not "Bennies", but certainly for some, that would be up for debate? My wife and I have developed my great friendships with this group of riders, and we had a wonderful weekend in VT. Unfortunately, like much of August & September in the Northeast, what looked to be a nice weather forecast early in the week, turned into a cold, rainy Saturday & Sunday in VT. With some urging from myself, and 1-2 others, we were able to get most everyone out of the nice house & warm fire on Saturday for what turned out to be a nice & challenging 50 mile ride. As usual, although I had my iphone with me, I was too lazy to take it out of my pocket, which I really regret not taking any pictures of some of the devastating scences of destruction that we witnessed in a few places from Irene. I am talking about serious road erosion, or in fact, significant stretches of roads that just disappeared. It is one thing to watch stuff like this on the news, it is another to see it in person, even 5 weeks later. Most importantly, this was a fun weekend, with good friends, sharing good times around a common bond, cycling.
A picture of the gang with our New Jersey's purchased for us by our gracious hosts Dan & Diane, from LBS, Mountain Cycology in Ludlow, VT.