GFNY, Onions on the Hudson

Last weekend saw the first group trip on behalf of Bicycle Works in a good few years. Tour of Battenkill  probably being the last several years ago.

 

The Gran Fondo New York is more race than Fondo for some, but basically, it is a 50 or 100 mile loop in New Jersey. Featuring road closures and full support, including 5 aid stations where you can scoff brownies, PBJ sandwiches washed down with glee abandon by electrolyte drinks.

 

 

This years event started in dry conditions, but, with wind chill while you wait on the bridge, it brought the temperature way down. I would estimate into the thirties. Fortunately I brought an ice saw and my Inuit survival course allowed me to build an igloo in the hour you stand around. Or did we all wear plastic Bermuda rain ponchos. you decide.

 

 

7am, and, your off. The carnage begins as over 3,000 riders vie for position, Pro’s and wannabe pro’s start in the forward corals so unfortunately it is a bit of a gong show in the back where we set off from. On the first descent, on River road adjacent to the Hudson the days first victim lay sprawled, after the granite rocks stepped out in front of her. It was obvious she was not going to fast, and was in full control and it was lucky the wandering rock faces did not take out more, as they stepped into the path of upcoming experienced cyclists. Really people were getting their intentions and abilities all mixed up.

 

 

At the first aid station we had a mini re group but staying together was a non starter as varying levels of fitness and the sheer amount of people meant you just went at a pace that suited you.

 

 

Warmed up slightly people felt it safe to search for the body part that enables you to drain fluid. Mine was still safely tucked away and so I ate some gummy worms and waited as the 500 porta loos got filled up with thousands of dollars of used sports drinks.

 

 

Off again the wind increased dramatically and riders searched for larger riders to tuck behind. Let me tell you there was no shortage of large units on this event and given the amount of climbing to come, Kudos to them.

 

 

The road runs past the lakes and Haverstraw before heading up the 5km Bear Mountain climb. Everybody has their own stories on this. All I can say it went by a lot quicker on the way down.

 

 

We got wet as the heavens opened as we began the climbs after the mountain. Shorter but steeper and a few climbs thrown in by the organizers for no other reason than to finish off any of those lacking determination.

 

 

A long way to the finish a lot more hills than we had  bargained for, hail stones more wind. Irate locals throwing tacks on the road we overcame it all.

 

I could only really write about my experience during the GFNY and go into more detail. It is however,  much more than a personal journey, more a  group experience and I won’t tell how it unfolded just for me. Better to ask an attendee, or better yet plant the seed for the next trip and grow an experience of your own.

 

 

We all finished and deserved congratulations to all who completed this years event. Like the sign said if it was easy it would just be called a Fondo.

Cent Cols Classic Challenge

So the time to grow a pair is rapidly approaching. Good intended plans of back to back century rides on weekends have yet to take place, and, an article that appeared this morning as well and truly kicked me in said pair, as to what really lies ahead.

Challenge

 

In my defence. One of those weekends when I should have been out pounding the tarmac. I lounged in my favorite armchair till the day was losing it’s luster, before jumping on my mountain bike and promptly breaking my right elbow in a tumbling of the most innocuous kind. Over the handle bars I went executing a 9.7 face plant. So riding a bike as been a little awkward for the last few weeks.

Of course events in Brussels also drew a black cloud over the trip and my Norwegian chum Stale who I talked into suffering through this with me had pointed out last year. Nice Hotels…check….decent food….check…..terrorism hot bed …….check.

So need to get cracking. Should not let wind worry me I live in Bermuda and wind is my friend.  Not earth shattering Brussels and wind are also synonymous, especially roasted…

 

 

Rapha Cent Cols Classics
Challenge

So Xmas eve my inbox lit up with the header “don’t open till after Xmas for fear of disappointment”. Of course that meant opening it there and then as I have long since stopped believing in Father Christmas and the it’s not like the title promised good news.

Seems my plans to enter Transcontinental 4 had been curtailed, by the fact that they want all those who have already done it to be a shoe in. I have no problem with this except, why make you fill out a two stage application process, why not ask those you want to do it if they are interested and allocate the left over spots.

My real problem after getting all into the whole adventure planning mode was Xmas Eve are they having a giraffe.

Anyroad a few days of feeling sorry for myself and the consideration of doing it anyway because all the organizers do is stamp a card at four check points and give you a silly hat. Cannonball the TC4 is surely the ultimate unsupported adventure!

I finally decided to renew my acquaintance with Phil Deeker of the Rapha Cent Cols fame and put my hat in the ring for  the spring classics challenge.

Six spring classic pro courses in seven days, Tour of Flanders, Gent-Wevelgem, Paris-Roubaix, Amstel Gold, Flèche Wallonne and Liège-Bastogne-Liège – some of the most historic events in cycling, where the legends of cycling’s true northern hard men are made.

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