hogboy
May 30th, 2005, 08:45 PM
by a rainstorm :D
So today I set myself up for a nice 50 mile road ride, on moderate rollers,
portland, up rt 9 to brunswick, then back via rt 1...see ? nice and mellow.
no food today so far....
...figured my calories and reserves correctly...
I can pull this off on 3 bagels, at home,
2 hour wait, then ride with 2 bottles of water.
shouldn't need money or gatorade or any calories
during the ride...and should jjuuuussst be almost bonking by the time
get home, but still have steam left. a perfect ride
well...the plan started out perfect. I haven't ridden road in a while
due to awesome trail building I have been doing, and was cranking
an easy 20mph all the way out. I'm like...this is cool...61 degrees, dry,
partly cloudy...think I can maintain this. check my cruisehard mode,
Ok , doing great. back to 20 and chuck the miles out.
no problemo, should be fine. I will get tired 'cuz I am in the
mileage zone where I shoulda brought some type of snack or
caloric drink....nahhhhhh
...went past the halfway point and kinda smirked
as I knew..I dialed it perfect. i can just roll home now and not think
about it and maintain things...maybe drop in speed on the last 4 miles.
wrong.
things started to go to **** real fast after mile 37. The temp dropped
to 50 just going over 1 ridgeline!! and it started to rain.
I have zero rain wear, full summer mode,
and my legs go beet red immediately. Houston, we have a problem.
from mile 37 to mile 40 the road also went to ****. fat cracks every 10
feet. 120 psi on front and 140 psi on back. BaBang..BaBang...BaBang...the ride
was becoming crappy. rain...cracks...50mph traffic...No problem I say...
just get home. I can make it. been here before... done that
well folks, I really haven't bonked in a while, and I forgot all the fun
stuff that goes with it. first, you kinda start hallucinating on the bike,
and snapping out of it wondering..gee, this is weird, I feel like I am
dreaming about a bike ride, yet I am actually on a bike. wow...
then your speed starts to drop. mine dropped pretty suddenly.
and smaller gears do nothing. they
are all hard as hell. resting doesn't help, spinning doesn't help,
slow spin just makes you realize your gonna be out here dying forever.
the rain never let up either, and neither did the cold. I realized too, that
rt 9 out was away from the coast over a ridge...it was warmer up. the
ride back I had the cold-ass ocean breeze mixed with cold-ass rain.
any caloric action was trying to keep me warm...screw the pedaling
so...round about mile 42 which was eons from mile 40, the bonk set in for good.
total weaving on the flats, in tiny gears, making 9 mph if I was lucky. I push on.
no money, so I know I gotta just creep back home. dreaming of a monster
hershey bar as soon as I get home n drive to the store.
well...dang. I have bonked before, but this double-whammy of 11 deg
drop cold+rain was too much to bear.
I was starting to see all in gray, losing color vision.
WTF is up with that ?
creeping up on 3 miles from home, I go past a variety store and
I sheepishly pull up, go inside, and start to get in begging mode...the lady at
the counter says...Oh yeah, Mr. zombie, Mr. undead looking dude...
you can use our phone....but she jumped the gun.
When I said Oh I have a cell phone with me...I really want to
please have a giant snickers and I would gladly come back
in an hour and pay up. she laughed. she said sure go ahead. I 'splained
that I made a mistake and was dead from this ride and she says sure
a dude was in there buying a couple sixes...he said I'll buy your candy bar
for you.
see...heros are made all the time. this guy musta been Jeebus.
man, this was a gigantic snickers too. glorious peanut laden miracle log.
I had that sucker consumed in 20 seconds, and washed it down with the
last gulps from bottle 2. I felt ev'y single bit of that thing as it kicked into
my system. in 2 minutes my speed shot right back up to 17, and then I died again. I jumped the gun. this ain't no power-shot, it is gonna take longer. I don't
mind waiting....so in 1 more minute I actually burped and things when to normal as fast as I had bonked earlier. and i was able
to stand up on the last hill home. wobbled off the bike
so...anyhow..that is my story and I am sticking to it. I tried to come
close to bonking and it all went wrong wrong wrong. I even hallucinated
for 5 miles of this. the bike felt disconnected, i felt disconnected, and
floaty. I wouldn't have felt it if a car hit me...next time I try
to push the limits (bonking is training ya know...bad training)
I will bring emergency calories with me. and if rain threatens, I'll
have a slicker.
right
now, I have eaten and drunk a load of food and I still feel
kinda bad. bike riding is awesome !
PS: this now *third* week of constant rain-every-day is starting to suck dotcha know
So today I set myself up for a nice 50 mile road ride, on moderate rollers,
portland, up rt 9 to brunswick, then back via rt 1...see ? nice and mellow.
no food today so far....
...figured my calories and reserves correctly...
I can pull this off on 3 bagels, at home,
2 hour wait, then ride with 2 bottles of water.
shouldn't need money or gatorade or any calories
during the ride...and should jjuuuussst be almost bonking by the time
get home, but still have steam left. a perfect ride
well...the plan started out perfect. I haven't ridden road in a while
due to awesome trail building I have been doing, and was cranking
an easy 20mph all the way out. I'm like...this is cool...61 degrees, dry,
partly cloudy...think I can maintain this. check my cruisehard mode,
Ok , doing great. back to 20 and chuck the miles out.
no problemo, should be fine. I will get tired 'cuz I am in the
mileage zone where I shoulda brought some type of snack or
caloric drink....nahhhhhh
...went past the halfway point and kinda smirked
as I knew..I dialed it perfect. i can just roll home now and not think
about it and maintain things...maybe drop in speed on the last 4 miles.
wrong.
things started to go to **** real fast after mile 37. The temp dropped
to 50 just going over 1 ridgeline!! and it started to rain.
I have zero rain wear, full summer mode,
and my legs go beet red immediately. Houston, we have a problem.
from mile 37 to mile 40 the road also went to ****. fat cracks every 10
feet. 120 psi on front and 140 psi on back. BaBang..BaBang...BaBang...the ride
was becoming crappy. rain...cracks...50mph traffic...No problem I say...
just get home. I can make it. been here before... done that
well folks, I really haven't bonked in a while, and I forgot all the fun
stuff that goes with it. first, you kinda start hallucinating on the bike,
and snapping out of it wondering..gee, this is weird, I feel like I am
dreaming about a bike ride, yet I am actually on a bike. wow...
then your speed starts to drop. mine dropped pretty suddenly.
and smaller gears do nothing. they
are all hard as hell. resting doesn't help, spinning doesn't help,
slow spin just makes you realize your gonna be out here dying forever.
the rain never let up either, and neither did the cold. I realized too, that
rt 9 out was away from the coast over a ridge...it was warmer up. the
ride back I had the cold-ass ocean breeze mixed with cold-ass rain.
any caloric action was trying to keep me warm...screw the pedaling
so...round about mile 42 which was eons from mile 40, the bonk set in for good.
total weaving on the flats, in tiny gears, making 9 mph if I was lucky. I push on.
no money, so I know I gotta just creep back home. dreaming of a monster
hershey bar as soon as I get home n drive to the store.
well...dang. I have bonked before, but this double-whammy of 11 deg
drop cold+rain was too much to bear.
I was starting to see all in gray, losing color vision.
WTF is up with that ?
creeping up on 3 miles from home, I go past a variety store and
I sheepishly pull up, go inside, and start to get in begging mode...the lady at
the counter says...Oh yeah, Mr. zombie, Mr. undead looking dude...
you can use our phone....but she jumped the gun.
When I said Oh I have a cell phone with me...I really want to
please have a giant snickers and I would gladly come back
in an hour and pay up. she laughed. she said sure go ahead. I 'splained
that I made a mistake and was dead from this ride and she says sure
a dude was in there buying a couple sixes...he said I'll buy your candy bar
for you.
see...heros are made all the time. this guy musta been Jeebus.
man, this was a gigantic snickers too. glorious peanut laden miracle log.
I had that sucker consumed in 20 seconds, and washed it down with the
last gulps from bottle 2. I felt ev'y single bit of that thing as it kicked into
my system. in 2 minutes my speed shot right back up to 17, and then I died again. I jumped the gun. this ain't no power-shot, it is gonna take longer. I don't
mind waiting....so in 1 more minute I actually burped and things when to normal as fast as I had bonked earlier. and i was able
to stand up on the last hill home. wobbled off the bike
so...anyhow..that is my story and I am sticking to it. I tried to come
close to bonking and it all went wrong wrong wrong. I even hallucinated
for 5 miles of this. the bike felt disconnected, i felt disconnected, and
floaty. I wouldn't have felt it if a car hit me...next time I try
to push the limits (bonking is training ya know...bad training)
I will bring emergency calories with me. and if rain threatens, I'll
have a slicker.
right
now, I have eaten and drunk a load of food and I still feel
kinda bad. bike riding is awesome !
PS: this now *third* week of constant rain-every-day is starting to suck dotcha know