Suicide by bike - fail!
The short version:
Veni, vidi, bici.
Packed lunch, showed up on time, pedaled 100 miles (43385 revolutions), drove back home. A day like any other...
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The long, uncut rambling:
I got first place in stupidly heavy backpack - 25lbs is not fun going up. Gotta ask how others do with no backpack at all. I can see reducing some, but for my first ride I wanted to survive the night lost in the wilderness.
Forgot to turn on my SPOT at parking lot, then stopped for a minute on the way to Lyman thinking I could just catch up during the climb. No way Jose. HR beyond red line, and they keep getting smaller and smaller...
7:01AM first light
Sunrise at top was a nice reward, also not chilly anymore, last glimpse of the peloton as they turn around some hill.
7:07AM Sunrise
Fun singletracks I had never been to, stopping to check on the VR 360 camera every so often, take a picture here and there.
7:34AM Up to the Moon:
7:46AM Last glimpse of civilization
8:16AM Nice singletracks
9:41AM Forces of Nature
Noticed my frame water bottle was gone by mile 17, not going to look for it. Thanks for the gracious souls that arranged rocks at creek crossings like curbs, very easy to spot the trails.
9:44AM Curbs
Finally recognized trails close to Hoover Lake, part of my HQ recon loop of weeks prior. In those 3 weeks Hoover Lake went from puddle to dry.
10:46AM Hoover "Lake"
It was also much easier this time going down and up and down and up towards HQ - not only I knew the trail but didn't climb Bear Mountain on the way to it. Maybe the pack took an hour nap at HQ, maybe the chicken BBQ line was long, I would see someone coming down to Flat Frog as I was going up. Strava Flyby later showed I was 2hrs late for Alex and 1:30 for Bob. Definitely another league...
11:12AM The hills are alive...
12:04AM This trunk seems to be making an OK sign
Getting to HQ I was salivating for the BBQ Chicken I was grilling in my mind for miles, but sold out (next year pay attention to the numerous prepay postings about it). Had to do with a sourdough dinner roll I brought, rice krispies from the store, and had my first Gatorade ever. Refill 3L camelback, another two 1L bottles (that backpack was getting too light), walk around the Tarantulafest. The cheapskate in me gets satisfaction of the $2 I saved by parking at Hunting Hollow - these suckers paid $8 for the fest.
Off I go downhill to Flat Frog, which goes in the 'right' direction vertically too. Hobbs is civilized grade, but legs start threatening cramping if I extend them in a certain way - very odd, but pedaling in a certain way avoids the issue, so up I go to the long delight that is Middle Ridge descent, ignoring the voices in my head saying "you payin' for this downhill". Very happy at the bottom, legs got their rest and seem to be back in working order. Who's afraid of the big bad bear?
3:10PM Reddish trees downhill
4:14PM What is that house on top of hill before Bear Mountain?
Yet the temperature is nearing 100F in my Garmin, and water doesn't seem to be doing the trick, legs are back to pedal if I do perfect circles, I now am at the mouth of The Bear and find a little shade before I walk it up. Last time, on HQ recon loop, I was full of myself, went straight to it, cleared the first section thinking 'not that hard' until turned the curve and saw the real thing. This time I was going to eat and rest before hiking up.
4:29PM Bottom of Bear
At one point in the middle, a shady trail section had perfect grade (>30%) to lay on my back and nap for 5min. Continued on, some time actually on the bike, but limited to 15% grade - I was certainly running with less cylinders, now estimating 22 to 24hrs elapsed time, but not quitting. First, because quitting from there would mean figuring out some shortcut back that in my inexperience could turn out to be a bushwacking nightmare and instead of the 50 miles would be 30 back to the car - I might as well serve the rest of my sentence. Second, I would HAVE to come back another day to finish it.
Refreshing walk-in-the park descent to Mississippi lake where a picnic table was reserved for me. Eat another Boudin sourdough dinner roll, another rice krispy, watch a camper set his tent by the lake, sky already with tints of orange.
6:42PM Mississipi Lake
7:39PM Giants
Heritage trail was fun at daylight, but now with handlebar light is a whole new experience.
7:38PM Blair Witch Biking Project
Crossing a dry creek into Pacheco Trail makes for a grass-eating faceplant as I misjudged the entry ramp and the bike threw me off like a horse refusing an obstacle. I was cleaning my teeth of dry grass pieces for a half mile along the trail. Luckily I knew how Pacheco was bumpy at points and remembered one not quite filled rut and watched for it, avoiding another potential earth kiss.
Got to Pacheco camp, no one around but a dark frog running from the light.
8:06PM The Prince of Pacheco
Up Coit Rd I remember Menso's prophecy - sunset really resets at least part of the leg batteries, they stop rebelling and I am not walking any little grade now.
Looking forward to some singletrack, found the CORE 100 rock art at mile 61, really a treat! Not alone anymore, some ancient civilization honored the same Gods! Thanks Charles (hope to ride with you sometime).
8:28PM You are in the right track...
8:29PM Moonrise, beautiful red a phone camera can't capture
Phoneline was nice but front brake started to squeal - I know that sound, it says "change pads 20 miles ago". Oh well, let's brake with the rear a bit more. Somehow the last time I was at Dutch's it was a lot faster (daylight, mile 20 or so from Bell Station), but interesting Blair Witch's MTB Project ride. Thanking the Hard COEre founding fathers for the GPX file, I was able to find where the heck the trail went a couple of times.
10:23PM Eerie shadows at night
10:40PM Yellowjacket Pond
Kaiser Aetna (be wary of a road named after hospitals or health providers) was now justifying all the ill reputation I didn't understand the last time I was there (again, daylight, fresh legs), and 'only 2 miles' to Dowdy is my motivation. Only 1.8 miles. Only 1.7miles... Replace first light battery. Finally downhill to picnic tables, water is working, it feels like dinner table was set specially for me (thanks Moe Ped), and I enjoy my last dinner roll and corn pops like a feast from Heaven (hopefully not the Last Supper). I close my eyes for a minute while munching, but GPS insists it was over an hour...
Off I go to Burra Burra (thinking the burro is I for being here at 1AM) and get to the jewel of my Strava, 6th overall on Center Flats on my recon ride (of course daylight, mile 10 or so from Bell Station recon ride), what the heck, who made it steeper? Is my shift cable breaking, granny not engaging? Walk much of it, glad to hear phone notifications, another little island of cell signal and I post to MTBR a little sign of life. My goal of finishing under 24hrs is now looking bad, I blame on the 1hr long eye blink at Dowdy. Still motivated, by sheer stubbornness and too-far-to-quit-now logic.
2:49AM The Hare (as seen from Tortoise's camera)
2:55AM The Fox (all fauna coming out now that is cooler)
Sunrise rehearsing somewhere, no need for light, it seems that I am indeed finishing this. The last 500ft climb with some >20% sections at mile 95 seems cruel, but whatever the last climb was it would be in bad taste. The descent all the way to the pot of gold is a pleasure, even though it would be faster with working brakes (by now the rear is gone, I can feel the rotor holes on the lever), as non intuitive as that sounds. At the bottom of the last descent, I can hear Chariots of Fire at every turn, tum tum tum tam dam at every creek crossing, standing up and pedaling like the Italian peloton is just behind me. It was a long day (and night) for that little high, but totally worth it!
6:35AM Sunrise (again!)
Thanks to all that helped creating Hard COEre 100, curating it, scouting, maintaining the trails, getting water back to Dowdy, posting advice, inspiring pictures and blogs, cheering in all forms (specially rock art). It might be a small number of 'dysfunctional fellows', but as Lennon would say "I'm not the only one".
Guilty schadenfreude learning that I podiumed. Any other ride and this tortoise would never have had a chance among the hares...
Everest Bonus has been proposed, but I'd point out that the Hard COEre 100mi already surpasses an Everest climb by a lot (11.5kft from base to top is what I could find, but couldn't locate a Strava log, GPX file or even a climb description with actual climb totals), and is even more than altitude difference base to summit of Denali (19.4kft). And applying the "Coe Factor" to the almost 20kft we even go beyond the traditional sea-level-to-summit 29kft. And they have it easy, no 100F, sherpas to carry their stuff, better looking camps than Pacheco, etc. Of course we do get a bit spoiled with oxygen...
Brake pads autopsy (notice how the piston made through the rear pad aluminum, all eaten by the rotor)
Notes for next year (where I will be 50% more experienced as a mountain biker):
Lighter backpack.
Smarter more compact efficient food, way more.
Magic potions not water.
Maybe good patch kit (for tubeless?) instead of two tubes.
A half dozen links of chain and two pairs of magic links instead of full spare chain.
Bring hanger along, they don't help back in the garage.
Sleep more than 3 hours the night before.
Leave coffee in car, better to drink it ice cold (people pay for that!) than snooze for 2s (equals one lane to the right) on 101 again.
Maybe start at 2AM for a chance of joining the finish party, also nice to have "pacers" come by every so often and speed me up for a bit.
New brake pads no matter how they look.
Turn SPOT on at parking lot.
Neuralyze 2017 suffering.
No helmet VR cam, too much stopping to pamper it.
Maybe rent a light bike, no need for the weight of my cheap trusty FS.
TCX file with earlier turn cues and useful info (faceplant ahead, next top at 2155ft, sunset here last year, 100F here last year, stop complaining). TCXs on Garmin are better because I can scroll to see how far a certain trail is and the Edge doesn't try to make its own route from OSM.
WTB Pure saddle was perfect, best pick out of the 13 in test ride set.
Shorter posts. Write, then cut 90%. Cut to half of that.
Jose