2020: CTD-Pt2 - Day 4 - Reunions and Reflections

Good Morning!

Day 4 - Connect the Dots Part II

My fourth day on the road was the first to start under clear and sunny skies as I moved the contents of my tent to my porch tarp and exited my tent. While I boiled water for my oatmeal breakfast, I pulled up my Google Maps bike routing for the day ahead. Google was pretty insistent that I ride US12 part of the way today. From my experience driving US-12, I knew there was a paved shoulder, but I knew I would be sharing that road with lots of car and truck traffic. I was going to stick to county secondary roads where ever it was practical, and in this part of Michigan, I was pretty confident the road would be there.

As I finished my breakfast, I cut up another bag of apple slices. This was Friday morning, and was just finishing up the fruit from my last grocery store on Wednesday night. I took advantage of the sunny morning for a picture of me in camp, and was soon packed and on my way. My route backtracked about 3 miles to the main road, and added two more Gatorade caps to my collection from a small country market. My collection was now up to almost a dozen. I then continued due east, on a smooth, freshly paved road through rolling hills and farmland.

Wrapping up breakfast

For the last 3 days I had been averaging a 10 miles segment every 45-50 minutes, between 13 and 14 mph. My tour planning rule of thumb is 10 mile forward for every hour of riding, and this trip was true to the rule. My first town was Litchfield, at 17 miles. While I had never biked to Litchfield in the past, with each mile east, the closer I was to home, and to familiar names of small towns and lakes. It was just about 10:30 in the morning, and I picked up a sandwich, banana and cold soda for a light first lunch, eating while sitting on park bench in the town square. A guy on a road bike passed through town, the second I had seen since leaving Carmel, but he didn’t notice me or my bike. I finished eating and packed up half the sandwich, and continued east for a few miles.

Rolling backroads

After a short dogleg north, the road continued east, but after a mile, I came to a cross road and for the first time on the trip, my intended road turned to gravel. I was only slightly disappointed, and this was the reason I was using the 920 as my touring bike. On my purpose built, Assenmacher 700c wheeled touring bike, a gravel road was a last resort. The road ahead was the most direct route, so I just down shifted a couple of gears and continued east. The 42mm x 700 (aka 29er) Continental Tour Rides took the gravel in stride, and the 920 was steady as a rock. I just kept my cadence up, and worked may way around the loose sand, gravel and washboarding. My average speed barley dropped. All told, I rode about 6-7 miles of gravel before the pavement resumed.

Sandhill cranes looking for a snack.

At 30 miles for the day, I crossed Moscow Rd, and I was back on my first double century, in 1974, riding into Moscow, Michigan at 2 am, under a star filled sky, with 125 miles complete, and 8 hours to finish the last 75 miles. Before long more road names were familiar, and even a few familiar landmarks. By the time I crossed US 127, I was on regular roads from my first years of riding from home. I passed a farm where I had stacked hay for a summer, and roads to the homes of high school friends. In Cement City, I found another quick shop (1 more cap), and I was surprised again, this time by a high school aged teen who asked about my touring bike, where I was headed, and wished me luck.

I continued on until on couple more miles around Lake Columbia, and turned a corner on another once familiar road, and then into the parking lot of my former high school. This was to have been a reunion summer for my high school class, but then came COVID. I parked my bike in front of the school, set up my tripod and snapped a picture and a few selfies. It was fun to share those on Facebook the 20 or so classmates I have reconnected with over the years.

Keep Calm and Gravel On!

As I was packing my tripod, a women walked up to from the parking lot, and asked why I was taking the pictures. When I explained my class and starting from Indianapolis, she introduced herself as the School District Superintendent and was very pleased I had made the effort. We chatted almost 10 minutes about local history, the 3 generations of my family through the connected schools, and how even a classmate of mine was now on the school board. It was a nice and unexpected connection.

I then headed on into Brooklyn, my last stop before the ride out to my parent’s former home. It was time for second lunch, and the first time on the trip I found a McDonald’s with an open dining room. I took advantage of the WIFI, topped off the charges on my lights, phone and GPS for the day. While my reserved site had electric service (all the Michigan State park offered), I had learned that many RV electric boxes now require a special plug, and don’t offer a basic 110 outlet. I also checked a couple details for a special picture.

The miles out to the Farm were like meeting an old friend, as I rolled past the former homes of classmates and family friends, some dating back to my Dad’s time in high school. The two lane road I had ridden hundred’s of times before now has a paved bike lane, and my years of experience had now reduced some of the hills I had first challenged on a 3-speed. I finally turned on to Hardcastle Road, and soon pulled in to my parent’s driveway, and rolled my bike on the lawn. I found firm a spots for the kick stand and then sat down on the front step.

Really missed our reunion, but this made up for it!

The late afternoon sun cast a long shadow across the front yard, which contrasted with the brightly lit yard and surrounding fields of soy beans. The only sounds were the gentle breeze through the pines along the road, the crickets, a few birds, and the occasional passing car. It was a timeless moment, just one more summer afternoon added to the thousand’s prior in the almost 100 years the house had been a home. It was easy to imagine Mom and Dad, and even Grandma and Grandpa, looking over my shoulder as I setup my camera and tripod, and placed my bike the same way I had so many thousands of miles ago. I tripped the shutter, and I quickly moved behind my bike and picked up my helmet just so, and the moment was finished. I packed up my tripod, said my silent farewells, mounted my bike, and rolled out of the driveway of my parent’s house for the last time.

A lot of miles, and memories, between these two photos.

(Shortly after I completed my tour, my sister took possession of the Farm on Hardcastle Road, the third generation of our family to take ownership.)


Union, Michigan to Hayes State Park, Wampler's Lake, Michigan

61.4 Miles Total

291.4 Total Trip Miles
Total Time 09:09:03
Moving Time 05:17:16

Average Speed 11.1 mph

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2020: CTD-Pt2 - Day 3 Into the Mitten

Day 3, Connect the Dots Part II

It was another quiet and restful night in my tent, and I slept well. The only surprise was that many of the campground noises I was expecting had been replaced by the sound of air conditioning units running on the RVs, trailers and pop-up campers that dominated the campground.

I went through my routine of packing, cooking and packing some more, and while there was sunshine through the trees, my tent was still damp as I rolled it up. By the time I left the campgrounds, I was under a featureless hazy overcast, riding without a shadow. It was 3 miles out to the the park entrance, and I then headed north towards Albion on SR9’s wide paved shoulder. Just like the day before, the majority of passing cars and trucks were moving over, even though I was on the shoulder.

Another hazy start on rolling hills.

I was riding with 2 Bontrager Flare Daylight Running lights clipped to my rear panniers. I had one set at the daylight mode (4-6 hour duration) and the other night (15-20 hours). I had a third in my pannier ready swap out if needed. I certainly believe that the 2/3 of mile visibility changes a drivers reactions to a bicycle on the road ahead of them. I was also riding with a Bontrager Flare 800 headlight in daylight mode (20+ hours). While I didn’t need to do any after-dark riding on this trip, it was nice to have capable lights if I needed it.

In Albion, I found a quick shop, and added two more GatorAde caps, but I could not find a coffee shop or diner, so I just rolled on, relying on another round of apple slices I had prepped at breakfast, along with a banana and a Clif bar. After a few more miles on SR9, I turned east and was back on county roads, moving steadily north and east. I passed through Rome City and Wolcotville, but I felt it was too early for a food stop, so I continued to pedal and snack for the next 20 miles. 

Small town art always tells a story

Crossing US20, I knew I was getting closer to the Michigan state line. Just north of 20, in Mongo, Indiana, I found a small bar and grill that was open for lunch, and enjoyed a delicious home style cheeseburger and refills of ice cold Diet Coke. It was also another opportunity to charge everything along with my iPhone. After lunch I hit the quick shop across the street, picking up another Gatorade, and collecting another cap.

The overcast had finally cleared while I was eating lunch, and the next 10 miles were under sunny blue skies and cotton ball clouds. I started to hear the drone of semi trucks in the distance, and then the next small hill turned out to be an Indiana Toll Road overpass. From the top of the overpass, it was just 1/4 mile, and I was at the state line and in Michigan. One more milestone for the trip.

In to Michigan

Crossing a state line is always a trip highlight for me. One of my first overnight rides as teenager was from home in Michigan to my Grandparent’s in Toledo, Ohio, a 1-day ride, but crossing that first state felt like a special accomplishment, even though we made the 50 mile drive many times a year. Crossing into Michigan meant I was one stop closer to connecting the dots.

The good news was today was going to be 10-12 miles shorter than my prior two days.  After working my way east, my route finally bumped up against I-69, and I continued north, under road signs letting me know this was the Emergency detour for the interstate. I was soon riding in the outskirts of Coldwater, and then came up to US-12, the main east west route through town. US-12 was a familiar landmark, since 60 miles east of here, it ran just 3 miles from my childhood home.

My plan was to stop at McDonalds for a second lunch and some WiFi, but the dining room was closed. I continued my way east, and finally found a Jimmy Johns with picnic tables. It was already almost 5pm, and I was less than 10 miles from the campground. My original plan had been to pickup a couple more freeze dried meals at the Coldwater Walmart (a good resource for rural touring) to finish the trip. But instead, I just went for an early dinner of a sub and some chips, and saved the 30-40 minutes of parking, locking and shopping, and 30 minutes of camp cooking.

Dinner time

The early arrival in camp was nice, since this was laundry night. I was wearing my 3rd (and final) set of riding clothes, and had two days of riding left. The onsite laundry was another reason I had picked this campground. Once I had my tent up, I biked across the campground to the laundry and shower room. I was also able to have everything charging while there. It took about an hour to have me and gear clean and repacked, and then I biked back to my camp site just before sundown.

My tent site was on small rise above the campground’s private fishing lake, and was very open compared the woods enclosing my two previous campsites. My first three days were complete, and as settled in for the night, I looked forward to tomorrow’s ride on the roads I knew so well from my youth.

Day 3 - Chain of Lakes State Park, Indiana - Union, Michigan

• 58.5 Miles Total
• 230 Miles Trip Total
• Total Time  09:09:03
• Riding Time  05:17:16
• Average Speed  11.7

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2020: CTD-Pt2 - Day 2 - Riding Off My Map

Day 2 - July 22, 2020 - Connect the Dots - Part II

It was lightly raining as I dozed off, and while there were random flashes of lightning, the thunder was very muffled and distant. I woke up around 1 am, and by then the rain had stopped. While I was awake, I shifted my recharging devices; my GPS and 1 tail light were fully charged, so I swapped them out with a second taillight and a headlight. This would be my pattern for the rest of the trip, charging stuff overnight from power packs charged during the day. 

Morning view of the Mississinewa Valley, from the the dam.

I woke without an alarm a little before 6:45, and checked the weather. There would be a chance of thunderstorms and partly cloudy skies, and temps in the 80s, about what you expect for July in Indiana. Next I pulled out the days kit, and the shorts and shirt I had slept in went into the ziplock bag I had just emptied. That bag then went into the large mesh stuff sack of clothing (an assortment of ziplock bags) and that in turn went into the rear pannier I had designated as my closet. The packed pannier then went out on to the “porch” just outside the door of my tent. 

 

For my last couple of trips I have carried a 4’ square piece of polypropylene tarp. I call it my porch, because I put it right outside the side door of my tent. As I transition things from bike to tent and tent to bike, this porch keeps them clean, and it can be easily dragged around while setting and breaking camp. The first pannier was soon followed by the my front panniers, one with my packed sleeping bag, the other my rolled up sleeping pad. Last out was my kitchen pannier and handlebar/camera bag, followed by me and a few remaining odds and ends.

I soon had my Jetboil up and running on the picnic table, and poured the boiling water into my breakfast meal. While the breakfast was cooking, I pulled out my iPad, and uploaded then last 24 hours of photos, typed some notes and a post has I ate my scrambled eggs and fresh fruit. I also sliced one of the large apple from yesterday’s shopping and bagged it for snacking during the day. With breakfast complete and my kitchen packed, It was then time to collapse the tent and begin the final packing and loading. It was a just before 9 when I was ready top off water bottles, brush my teeth, and drop off my trash on my way out of the campground.

A break from beans and corn.

Under overcast skies, I resumed my northeast course, with a light west wind on my back.  I soon switched from my rain jacket to my wind vest as I warmed up pedaling. The first few miles crossed over the Mississinewa Reservoir Dam, along roads I had ridden on rides out of Peru, Kokomo and Wabash. From atop the dam, there were a few distant flashes of sunlight on on the lake, and the crops and forests downstream were a lush green stretching out for miles. Riding out of the recreation area, there were a few more miles of road side wild flowers before I was again riding along acres of crop land.

My first town of the day was Wabash at 16 miles, where I also crossed the Wabash River, another little milestone. All told, I (along with Linda) have ridden almost the full length of the Wabash from Huntington, Indiana, to where it joins the Ohio River in Illinois. That is over 400 of miles on dozen different rides and tours. I next found a quick shop, and two more Gatorade caps went into the mesh pocket on my front pannier, joining the 2 from the day before.

At the Wabash River.

On the main street through town, I found a little coffee shop, Modoc’s Market, that had been recommended by some locals I chatted with during my photo stop at the river. It had already been 3 hours since breakfast, and it was going to be another 25 miles to the next town, so I settled in for an early lunch of a turkey and avocado wrap with a delicious coffee & hot chocolate mix drink.  

While I was eating, I charged my 3 power packs, my GPS and my phone, and uploaded more photos through my iPad. I had a nice conversation with the owner of Modoc’s, and it seemed like almost everybody I met in Wabash was involved with the DamToDam ride in September, which I had ridden in 2018. And again, everyone was interested in my trip and offered encouragement, which was nice.  

Powering up at lunch at Modoc's in Wabash

It goes without saying, COVID-19 was always in the background during the entire ride. I had a special Purdue (`86) Boilermaker face mask, made by a good friend, and it came out for every trip indoors during the tour.  In almost every small town store and quick shop I visited, in both Indiana and Michigan, face mask were being used by the majority of people.

With body and batteries recharged, I left town and climbed out of the Wabash valley on the steepest grades of the trip. There was another photo op of the city court house overlooking the town and the valley below. As passed the city limits, I once again found myself tweaking my saved Google maps route, moving off of the suggested state routes to county roads when available. The Google Maps “bike” choices are not too bad, but tend to ignore county grid roads if a small town is not specified. This method would work out quite well in the days ahead.

Easy rolling north of Wabash

It was at 35 miles for day (and over 100 miles from my start) that I finally rode off the edge of my personal map, so to speak. I crossed a Dan Henry for the Dam2Dam ride, and for the next couple of days would be riding on roads new to me. It was a very good feeling, made all the better as the lingering haze finally burned off. I was riding under bright blue skies and puffy clouds over a combination of fields, forests and barns, occasionally stopping for pictures. I made steady progress on the easy rolling hills, with occasional turns for creeks and streams.

As I expected, there were no meal opportunities along the way, but I was able to add to more Gatorade caps and some snacks at a Dollar General in South Whitley. I then started a long stretch heading east by north east to Columbia City, my last town out for day 2 with 50+ miles in. On the north side of town I found a Kroger, and picked another couple day’s worth of fresh fruit to supplement my backpacking meals.

From Columbia City I went north on State Road 9. There didn’t seem to be many side rode options, but thankfully I had a paved 6 foot shoulder for the 18 miles to the park entrance. I was most surprised by the terrain, a series of long rolling hills forested hills, which seemed more like northern Michigan, rather than Indiana. For a while, it looked like I was going to be rained on again, but my steady 13-14 mph pace allowed to me edge around a front that passed to my west, just catching the edge of a light rain while under blue sky’s. When I finally reached the park entrance, I had another 3 miles added to my day, as it was that far in to the actual campground. I checked in and rode on to my next camp site.


It had been a great day of riding, never too hot, too windy or too wet. I had already ridden over 150 miles and was overnighting somewhere new. I began my post-ride routine, looking forward to a night’s rest and the new roads in days ahead.

Day 2: Miami State Recreation Area to Chain of Lakes State Park, Albion, IN (July 22)

• 75.2 Miles 
• 153.5 Trip Total 
• Total Time 09:40:01

• Moving Time 06:09:31

• Avg. Speed 12.2 mph

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A beautiful afternoon to ride

SR 9, north of Columbia City

The Wabash Court House

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2020: CTD-Pt2 - Day 1 - Old routes a new way

Day 1 - July 21, 2020 - Connect the Dots - Part II

I woke up ready for my “final” packing, along with taking care of odds and ends around the house before starting out.  My first day's route, starting from my driveway, will be along roads I have ridden hundreds of times over the 18 years we have lived in Carmel.  I probably won't be on new roads until the afternoon of my second day, after I cross the Wabash River.  Yet, even knowing today is along familiar roads, there is still a sense of anticipation and excitement in being this close to setting out to complete something that has been on my mind for so long.

Ready to roll! 

The afternoon before I had run all my errands, and that included shipping shoes and a change of clothes to my final destination in Michigan.  This is a 1-way trip, and I am renting a small SUV in Lansing for the drive home. Along with my final "take or leave" decisions, I also put together some breakfast oatmeal packets (quick Oats, raisins, dried cranberries and brown sugar), since I had only purchased two freeze dried breakfasts.  I also sliced and bagged a couple of apples for snacks.  I had planned to leave by 10, but then I made the mistake of starting an Apple Watch upgrade, and that basically disabled my iPhone and Watch for almost 45 minutes.  I used the extra time to tune my load and finish some chores around the house.

After four seasons, this will be my first multi-day trip on my Trek 920.  Along with thousands of miles of commuting carrying office wear and a laptop, I have ridden two different weekend trips with this bike, with a similar load.  For this trip I am carrying extra food and extra clothing. However, I am not expecting any handling surprises as I finish loading and roll my bike out of the garage.  

After the “launch” picture in front of our house, I headed toward Linda’s office, just a few miles from home, for a final good bye. That ended up adding 8 miles to my day, but it was worth it.  Riding in the plus 90-degree late morning heat, I realized my Giro Vanquish MIPS helmet was a LOT cooler than my older Bontrager Velocie (pre-MIPS) helmet I had started in.  On my way north out of Carmel I stopped at the house for a quick swap of helmets.

My next 7 miles were on the Monon Trail headed north.  Soon after crossing SR32, I overtook a mom and kids riding the trail, and her two boys were were fascinated by my gear, first asking if I was a mail man. I explained where I was headed and that I was carrying camping gear. They continued to ask questions as I slowly pulled away.  A short way down the trail, they caught me again as stopped to adjust a few items, and I let them ride along asking more questions, how far, what roads, and where do I eat, until the entire finally pulled off into their neighborhood.  They were just the first of many people of all ages that would ask me questions about my gear and destination during the week ahead.

First Lunch!

My late start and helmet change side trip resulted in perfect timing for a lunch stop at Wilson’s Farm market at 23 miles.  I enjoyed a couple of pieces of their famous fried chicken, some German cole slaw and a cold root beer, an almost perfect replica of a Sunday lunch from Grandma Hardcastle’s hotel of my childhood.  Back on the road, I continued to work my way north and west, stopping next at the Arcadia Casey’s to top off with two bottles Gatorade.  With lunch out of the way, I opted to bypass to the east of Tipton, and make Greentown my last town out.  While the sky was clear when I left Arcadia, I soon received a text from my wife saying storms were coming, something I confirmed on my own iPhone.

Just after I crossed SR28 east of Tipton, I came out of a grove of trees, and looking out across the corn fields from a raised railroad crossing, the front was close and coming fast out of the northwest.  I had just passed a large farm with a vegetable stand, so I pedaled back a 1/4 mile and asked about shelter.  They let me ride out the storm in one of their barns, and for 30 minutes I watched as heavy rain and high winds lashed the corn fields across the road from their barn.  While chatting with the owners, it turned out they were NASCAR fans, and regularly went north to Michigan Speedway.  So they knew my destination was a 4 hour drive, and were impressed.

The calm before the storm.

After the heaviest rain ended I was rolling again under a very light rain, watching lightning flashes far to the east.  I was now 40 miles in, and just over halfway through my planned miles.  After another 5 miles, the sky gradually began to clear, with overcast to my east, and hazy sunlight through broken clouds to the west. The small town of Windfall seemed to be in the middle of a power failure, with no lights or sounds as I passed through.  I was soon riding under blue sky’s, and banks of puffy white thunderheads rose to the south as rolled into Greentown.  

At the small market on main street, I picked up some fresh fruit and snacks for the next day, and then relaxed on a bench outside the store.  I finished my last bag of apple slices and a Clif bar, and checked Google Maps. It was here that I realized that I had mapped to the Recreation Area headquarters, and not my planned campground, adding 5 miles and another half hour to my day.  It was a little after 5 when I left Greentown with 20 more miles left to ride.

It had been over 10 years since I had ridden to the Miami State Recreation Area Campground, but with each mile behind me, more things looked familiar from the 3 prior overnight camping trips I had led here on slightly different routes. I turned over 75 miles as pulled up register, and I paid $17.50 for a tent site without electric.  I had another pleasant memory when I reached my camp site and realized it was same site I had used almost 10 years before with the last group of CIBA riders I had brought up here.

My tent went up quickly, and I set out a clothes line to try dry my rain jacket, and the day's riding kit before I packed. I wasn’t famished yet, so I grabbed a shower, and made quick trip to the camp store before I cooked dinner. They had no Gatorade for sale, but a large fountain Diet Coke with ice was a nice treat for the end of the day.  It was then time for a late dinner of freeze dried Lasagna ala Jetboil.  

With dinner finished and my stove and dishes put away, it was almost sundown and that is when the overcast became a light rain.  I pulled down my clothes line, secured my bike, and tucked myself away in my tent for the night. Laying down under the the gentle tapping of rain drops on my tent fly, day one was done.

Lots of miles of this in the days ahead.

This does not look good - from the seat of a bike!

Clearing skies behind me for the final miles.

Another forgotten small town.

Dinner is "cooking", and the rain is already threatening.

Day 1:  Carmel IN - Miami State Recreation Area Campground (Peru, IN)

• 78.3 Miles Total Miles
• 76.1 Miles - point to point + 2.2 miles to Camp Store
• Total Time 08:11:07

• Riding Time  05:46:59
• 
Stopped Time  02:24:08

• Avg Speed  13.2 mph

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2020: Connect the Dots, Part II

It’s funny how something meaningful to you can feel like it was yesterday, even when a handful of years have past.  In 2014, I rode my first Connect the Dots tour, riding from Columbia, Missouri to Covington, Indiana.  Those 6 days of riding, starting from my mother-in-law’s home, connected my west of the Mississippi riding miles (Missouri, Iowa, Nebraska, and Minnesota) with my Indiana miles.  

Finishing that tour, I thought it would be just “next” year when I would connect the next set, on roads between my “adult” home of Indiana and Michigan, where I started riding has a teen. But a bunch of life happened in the 12 months that followed, and that plan was put on hold.   So now in the middle of all the crazy that is 2020, I am finally about to start that next, un-ridden tour.

There are lot of conflicting feelings on this.  It was a bucket list item, something I thought would be on the way to another ride, part of longer tour, or a high school reunion. And this only opened up this year because every event I had planned to do in 2020 had been postponed or canceled.  And most of all, because the home I am riding too will be missing those I hoped to close the loop with, as I pulled into the familiar driveway of the Farm.

In our family, it has always been the Farm, with a capital F. It was was where my dad was born (really!) and were my grandparent’s lived during the school year, from Labor Day to Memorial Day.  And between Memorial Day and Labor Day, they ran the Willow Grove Hotel, a then century-old farm house converted to a 3-story 20-room hotel.  Both were magical places in my childhood;  the Farm with it’s barns, my Dad’s shop, the acres of crops, and the upstairs bedrooms, with single pane windows that barely muffled the winter winds.  The Hotel was Sunday chicken dinner, the front desk with the ice cream freezer and pop cooler, and my brothers and I entertaining the guests as we scampered under foot.  

Ready to Roll

The Hotel is gone now, closed in the early 70’s, only a memory of old post cards and family pictures.  Grampa Hardcastle is only a most distance montage of images in my childhood, he passed when I was 7.  Grandma Hardcastle was a big part of my childhood and early teens, as I spent hours working for her washing dishes, mowing lawns, raking leaves, and bailing water out of the hotel boats after a summer rain.  It was those chores that earned the amazing sum of $50 dollars that paid for my first “real” bike, a 26” Sears 3-Speed, that started my cycling adventures.

I can still remember a cold winter afternoon at the Farm, soon after Grandma’s death, walking through the empty house, and realizing, in my introduction to mortality, what things would never be the same again; treats in the the cookie jar, TV dinners watching Lawerence Welk, the fragrance of her talcum powered, and her stern reprimands if a chore was not done right.  And it was just a few months later, just after I moved out of my childhood home, that the Farm began the transition to my parent’s and younger siblings home for the next 30 years.  

Dad passed in 2012; he collapsed leaving his shop, just a few feet from where he’d been born 80 years before.  Mom and my brother Matt continued living there, and over the next few years, Mom finished all the remodeling and updates Dad and her planned, but that chance and opportunity had delayed too long.   Completing all those dreams was one of the things that kept her going in years after she lost Dad. After Mom passed in 2015, we made new living arrangements for Matt, and the Farm has remained empty since.  

Now 2020 is another year of change as we prepare to close out another chapter of our family story.   All these thoughts are on my mind, as I finish the final packing before my ride starts tomorrow.

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2020 Riding On Your Own: Weather, Route and Food

With your bike ready and waiting for the road (Riding on Your Own – Repair Ready), now you can start thinking about the ride. As I prepare to walk out to my garage and pick the bike for today’s ride, I run through the following mental checklist: Weather, Route and Food. Whether it’s going to be quick workout ride, a social dinner ride or an all day outing, the same check list applies.

Build a ride from roads you know.

Weather: As in what are the conditions now and over the course my ride. What gear do I need to wear now, will I remove it if conditions improve, or will I need something, like rain gear, just in case the weather changes earlier than planned.  And depending on when you start, you might want a jacket or vest to finish an afternoon or early evening ride.  And when picking the gear, don’t forget sun protection, either worn or applied, for the day ahead.

Route:  Where, how far and how long do plan to ride? This will determine what you need along in gear and food.  If you are doing a quick hour workout ride, you may not be changing or removing clothing.  But if the ride is 2-3 hours with an early start, a jacket or arm warmers may be coming off as the day warms.  Along with your gear, route and riding time will help with your final check list item - Food

Scoring a fun lunch along the way.

Food (and Drink): When you are riding up to 1 ½ hours, fluids will be your primary need.  However, as your rides increase to 2 or 3 hours or longer, you need to consider having snacks along.  It can be fresh fruit, like apples, bananas or oranges, or any of the popular energy snacks.  Many riders will have an extra energy bar stashed in their seat bag, just in case.  Your route may also determine what you carry along, since you may not have shops and store along the way or they may have erratic hours.

With your bike equipped, and after completing your weather, route & refuel checklist, you are ready to ride.   Here are some more helpful tips to consider.

• Pace yourself:  If you are used to doing your longer rides in group, pace yourself when solo.  Many riders don’t realize the boost they are getting riding  the group.  Don’t be surprised if the first few miles feel slower.
• Watch the wind:  Just like riding with a group, the wind can surprise you.  Pay attention to those outbound miles that feel “too” easy.  A 10 mph tailwind will hardly be noticed heading out but will feel like a gale when you turn around after 90 minutes.
• Take Breaks:  You will learn what work with for your body, but a regular break (i.e. every 10 miles, every hour, etc.), even for 3-5 minutes at the side of the road, is an important part of pacing yourself and judging your condition.  And is even a short break will allow you to recover for the next leg.
• Remote Start:  For fresh perspective, even riding solo, drive to a remote start location.  When you aren’t repeating the same miles at beginning and end, it can help you mentally to ride farther. Riding somewhere new is always easier.
• Courtesy to Others: Depending on the length of the current emergency, please be considerate by including a bandana or other face covering for when required, and carry a small hand sanitizer too.  

Riding alone or in small groups can be very rewarding, and open new aspect to your cycling.  And the confidence and experience you gain riding self-supported will add to your riding enjoyment on your next group ride or tour.

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2020: Riding on Your Own – Repair Ready

Riding on your own, or Self Supported riding, has taken a whole new meaning at this time.  With the likely hood (as this article is written) that most of 2020’s large scale bicycle events and organized rides will be canceled or rescheduled, your riding this year is going to be either solo, with family and close friends, or on smaller unsupported group rides.

You can have some amazing rides, even with
just your shadow for company.

Having started my riding as a teen in rural Michigan, learning to ride self-supported was just a fact of life.  I can remember leaving home on multi-hour rides with a few dollars in change, a single water bottle, and my simple tool kit of tire levers, pump and a patch kit.  I explored hundreds of miles of local roads by bike before I had a driver’s license, even crossing a state line on a ride to my grandparent’s in Toledo, Ohio.

If your riding experience has primarily been with groups and tours, or short rides close to home, it may be intimidating to think about extended rides on your own.  But you already have the base; a bike and the enjoyment of cycling.  To start adding to that, you need to know your bike (and you!) are Repair Ready, and the 3 items to check off before you ride – Weather, Route and Food.  You may also want to scan my endurance riding blog series, #10weeksto100, for some additional tips and tricks.

Your first step in self-supported riding is to have your bike Repair Ready.  First and foremost, this means you can fix the most common bike repair, a flat tire.  This requires a spare tube and/or patch kit, tire levers, and inflation (bike mounted pump and/or CO2 inflator).  Additionally, you should have a multi-tool, that allows you to adjust your bike’s seat, straighten a twisted handlebar (knocked askew when your bike falls over during a stop), or tighten any one of the half dozen or more fittings on your bike that might work lose through vibration. There are a couple of video links from Park Tool and Bicycling magazine at the end of this article showing how and the tools you need.

It's the most common bike repair.

These basics, and a saddle bag, are typically available for under $75, and are a very good investment for any level of cycling.  Even before you learn to use the tools, carrying a spare tube for your bike will make it that much easier for another rider to help you.

And on the subject of bike essentials, don’t forget water bottles and daytime running lights.  You will typically need at least 16 oz of fluid per hour of riding (and more in warmer conditions).  If your bike has 2 cages, mount both, you won’t regret this as you extend your riding.   My favorites are the large (26 oz.) insulated style, however smaller bike frame may not accommodate large bottles.   Another option is a hydration pack, which; they are typically insulated with insulated, and some riders prefer them since they allow (almost) hands-free to drinking while riding.

I also highly recommend Daytime Running Lights (DRLs), front and rear,  for road riding.  When properly designed and positioned, the latest DRLs may have you visible 2/3 of mile or more.  At a typical combination driving/riding speeds, an overtaking car will be alerted to your presence for 30 seconds or longer, and this extra does change the way most drivers will behave around you.

Once your bike is ready for the open road, it’s time to start thinking about heading out for the ride.  Look for the next blog, Riding On Your Own: Weather, Route and Food for more tips on self-supporting your next ride.

Self-Supported riding resources:
Park Tool - How to Fix a Flat Tire on a Bicycle  https://youtu.be/58STtUM-Wow
Bicycling Magazine – How to Change a Flat Bike Tire - https://www.bicycling.com/repair/a20013517/bike-repair-how-to-fix-a-flat-tire/

My series for endurance riding starts here - #10weeksto100 - Preparing for Your First Long Ride or Century.  Don't be intimidating by the 100 miles, since this series is designed for building your confidence for any ride over a couple of hours.  

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