OK, so I woke up at 5am, got cleaned up, ate breakfast (two packs of oatmeal and a banana), packed my bike and gear in the car and headed out at 5:30. I must have been hauling butt becuase I got to the college about 6:30am. It was raining when I pulled into the college. I had left my rain jacket at home by accident of course. This was going to be fun!
By the time I registered (see post above) and got my bike out of my car, it was about 7:30. I hit the road, and without pulling out my map or stopping to ask the organizers which way to go, I followed the pack and the pinky-orangy neon arrow. I got to the first rest stop at about mile 15 and was still full from my breakfast so decided to skip the stop. It was at this point that I was curious where I was and how long to the next stop. The map said that the first stop should have been Gilroy Hot Springs. WHAT???? I was definitely NOT at Gilroy Hot Springs. Where the heck am I? I kept going and asked the next person I passed what route they were on. The 200K, WHAT?????? Oh gee wiz - what a freaking idiot I am I thought to myself. I was already 20 miles into the ride and wasn't going to turn around, so I thought - heck I can do the 200K - it's only 30 miles more than the 100mi. Hahahaha. Of course my longest ride has only been 66 miles (the Cinderella). This would be doubling that! But, I'm a trooper - so I carried on.
At the 70 mile stop, I pulled in along with several others behind me, and the organizers were already starting to take everything down, They were dismantling the tables and putting the food away. They were literally putting food away while people were standing at the tables getting food. It was only noon at this point and people were still riding into the checkpoint. I thought this was not a good sign. Would all the stops from here on out be closed down? Do I have to finish another 60 miles without any organized food stops? Will I have to stop at a 7-11 somewhere along the way?
Hmmm, so I gathered up my bike and rode off. It was at this point that I realized I was not clipping in on the left side. I kept trying and trying, but no luck. The last stop was VERY muddy and I think that my cleat may have got compacted with mudd. I still don't know but I'm heading down to my LBS after I post this.....
So anyway I keep riding along with one cleat and it's OK because it's pretty flat at this point. But I'm really struggling whenever I stop and switch gears. My foot keeps sliping off the pedal and I just know this is dangerous to be riding this way. After about 5 miles of this, I see a rider pulled off to the side fixing her tire. She finished up and tries to help me but no luck. I call my LBS and they can't help me either. We are about 2 miles from the bottom of Metcalf at this point and we discuss how safe it is for either of us to try and climb metcalf (her tire, my un-clippable cleat). I just know it's going to be ugly if I try to climb that 11% grade for two miles straight with only one foot clipped in. The bottom of my road shoe is very hard and slippery and I can't stay on the pedal unless I'm in one gear on the flats.
We decide to skip the metcalf loop, shaving 25 miles (and a 1000+ feet of climbing in just two miles) off the 130 mile (200K), 5400ft elevation gain route. I was disappointed that I wouldn't have bragging rights for doing a 200K but I also didn't want to be telling this story from a hospital bed. We get to the next rest stop and I head over to the COMM table and ask for help with my cleat. The guy says to me: "I can pump up your tire or give you a ride, but I don't have any tools to help you otherwise." HUH! Some support! This is pathetic. I couldn't believe it. I was quite disgusted, but there was nothing I could do about it, so I left with one foot clipped in, riding the last 35 miles of a 105 mile ride with one foot clipped in. Wow!
I ride back the rest of the way with my new friend Lisa (and with one foot clipped in). I grab some food (lasagna, garlic bread, and salad). I then get dessert: apple pie ala mode. Yum! I'm ready to go home at this point, so say goodbye to Lisa and start on my 1.5hr drive home. It actually took me the full 1.5 hrs to get home.
I take a shower and relax a little and then head over to my boyfriend's house. He has made me eggplant parmesean. Yum!
The day itself was quite nice. Windy, but the temperature was perfect. So, lots of food and lots of adventure. I'm looking forward to the Chico Wildflower in two weeks. No riding next weekend - I'm cruising to mexico with my best friend from high school.
