Bandits Report
Heres a bandits report from last years race. This guy was a pretty strong rider and finished near the front. I figure it would take me at least another 90 minutes to finish. I figure its possible a couple of riders with tickets might cancel at the last minute. Anyway I thought it was a nice read.
So I poached the RAMROD (Ride Around Mt Rainier in One Day) today. Yes
I know I'm not supposed to (scold me if you like but I'm not
listening), but it's not like I haven't tried for 4 years to get in
that dang ride but it's just too restrictive (probably 3-4,000 vying
for 800 spots). Besides, hold a huge epic organized ride in my town
and I'm there one way or another.
The ride, for those who are not familiar with it starts in Enumclaw and
travel around the mountain counter-clockwise through Eatonville, up to
Paradise, around the backside, up Cayuse Pass, and then downhill to
Enumclaw. 156 miles and 10,000' of climbing, child's play and a good
warm-up for the Triple Crown. I've ridden it twice, once on a whim
when I first moved to Enumclaw and then a couple of years ago on the
tandem.
Well the ride was as always an epic exercise in pain and suffering
(only the last 46 I guess). I've been commuting to work and back 2-3
times a week in July (22 miles each way) but my longest continual road
ride this year was 35 miles (a little shy of 156). So I new from the
start this was going to hurt. There were somewhere around 900 riders
(800 registered, 100+/- "bandits") leaving anywhere from 5 - 7 am this
morning. I rolled out of home and through the start area at 5:30.
There were already at least 200 cyclists on the road already. Within
10 miles the first tandem flew by and I jumped on the back end with a
few other guys. 10 miles later the slowed from it's breakneck pace,
all but me abandoning the tandem thinking they could make better time
on their own. For the next 5 miles those riders road about 30 feet in
front of that tandem while I sucked wheel and got a free ride. Another
tandem zips by with 15 riders strung off the back end. I bail on the
one tandem on jump on the end of the train. That tandem which was
averaging around 24 mph pulled over just outside of Eatonvile. I
rolled through Eatonville and passed the first rest stop. We, on the
tandem train, had probably passed 100 people up to this point, and I
rolled right be another 20 at the rest stop. After Eatonville is the
first set of hills which probably climb 800' or so, another 20 riders
down. I drop down out of the hills and get on the main road to the
Park entrance on the West side. It's about 20+ miles to the entrance
and it becomes apparent that I will not likely see any more tandems
today (delayed by the hills), but I'm ever hopeful. I pass groups of
2, 4 (where are all the fast people?), I don't want to have to push
wind this whole ride. Two miles before the entrance a quick group
comes by and once again we're at mach speed. I use my Eagle Pass at
the toll booth while registered riders whiz by in the "special" lane
(the Volunteer sounds off "another Bandit!"). Another rest stop, for
the registered riders, and I blow by thus negating the toll booth
trajedy. The long climb to Paradise starts, luckily in Mt. bike terms
it's a cakewalk with hardly a grade to it. Apparently not the opinion
of many of the road riders and they drop like flies. One European kid
jams on me and the guy I spent most of the hill riding with like we're
standing still. My new friend bridges the gap immediately before
blowing up given the wicked pace I'm back on him in a minute. I stop
for 10 minutes at Paradise for a stretch, half my Panini, and a nature
break. A guy rolls up that I've been riding with a majority of the
ride, another "bandit". As it turns out Pat works closely with Peter
Partel. We roll out of Paradise, the first decent. I do my best road
racing tuck and in a mile I'm 200 yds up on everyone around me, Paolo
Salvodeli would be proud. Then my patch kit bounces out of my
overstuffed "self supported bandit" jersey pockets and hits the ground,
exploding on impact. I stop, ride back and pick up the pieces and
begin the chase, so much for the slick tuck. I assume the position
again and immediately catch the group, blowing by about 100 yds until
my neck gets tired from the position and I have to descend at a normal
pace. The group, pedaling, reel me in. We ascend a small climb
together and as luck would have it another rest stop, "later boys".
Pat and I jam on. Another long descent, the tuck saves me the pedaling
but dang my neck is killing me (now I'm getting punished for not
riding). Now the ugliness begins, Cayuse Pass. It come at mile 103
and is only about 6 miles and 3,000' but it's in the heat of the day
and after some 6,000'. Today was no exception, it must have been 90 F,
and it was brutal. Pat took off and half way up I chased him down, big
mistake. I rode at Pat's pace and with 1 mile to go I blew up, I was
"burnt toast". I kept grinding slowly up the hill, if I can get the to
top I'll rest and eat second lunch. About 7 people caught me in the
last mile and I had to stop for a nature break 1/4 mile from the top
(good excuse). A good rest and second lunch at the top of Cayuse Pass
while the masses surged by, no big deal they'll all stop at the rest
stop at the bottom of the hill. As always Hwy 410 had a wicked
headwind blowing up the canyon (20 mph?). People must have taken a
long rest at the last rest stop as when it came to paceline options
there were none. A woman (another bandit) who had jammed on me in the
last 1/2 mile of Cayuse (dang chicked again!) pulled out rest stop and
blew by. Me and another guy hopped on but he was gone in an instant.
Ok she started at 5 am, but she was working me. She was strong and I
didn't think I could hang, but after a couple pulls, lunch started to
take effect and I began to recover. We were both working really hard
and 1 mile out of Greenwater a fast paceline rolls by and we hop on. I
was getting low on water though and felt a stop at the Greenwater store
for some Gatorade would be prudent. I had to wave bye to my free ride
home (1 mile, what a tease). That's ok another will be on the way
shortly. A quick break and I was riding again, but no pacelines. I
rode about halfway to Enumclaw until I spotted 4 riders back, I stopped
pedaling and waited. I jumped on the back and we took turns pulling at
23-24 mph all the way home. We rolled in being the 20-25th riders of
the day (a dubious distinction given the 2 hr start window but
certainly respectable). Total elapsed time 9 hr 15 min.
What a blast! I can't wait until next year, I should be recovered by
then.