Having opted to join a CTS buddy in SoCal to experience a leisurely February ride up Mt Baldy and then a few days in Palm Springs before making the long trek to Asheville a few weeks later to experience the Blue Ridge Parkway, Sassafras, Mt Pisgah and Caesar’s Head, one would think April would bring enough good weather to take us into the first of many GranFondo events in May but maybe there was some foresight to be had along the way as I checked the forecast the days before my second GranFondoNewYork….
Being far more interested about the visit to see my brother in NYC and the route itself vs the over-hyped yet popular lure of the George Washington Bridge at 5:30AM and waiting for an hour plus in a huge cluster as the wind howls down the Hudson River… and then jostling for position to get a good line on the left hand`r off the bridge before more tight s-corners into Palisades Park and onto River Road…. not being a daredevil bike handler, I opted for a later start and a solo effort for the first section as I did by default in 2012 but…..
While eating breakfast at 6AM and balancing a 13-month old [eating machine] aka nephew on my knee and smiling as the drool from his chin gathered on my arm…. while he keenly eyed my granola….. outside of my brother’s beautiful apartment on Madison Ave., I could see it was beyond a drizzle and raining and although the weather app on my phone claimed the afternoon would being scattered showers…. I had my doubts.
Handing the hungry fella off to my sister-in-law, I finished eating and began to psyche myself ready for a long wet day and off I went…. little did I know what would lie ahead….. as I rode into Central Park to make the trek to the GWB, about 125 blocks away. For some reason I convinced myself the exit was at 100th St so I rode past the 110th St exit and a few minutes later one of NYPD’s finest assured me I had to go around so off I went against my gut telling me she was wrong. At 72nd St I caught another cyclist who assured me it was indeed 100th St and to go back around… so off I went avoiding the horse droppings & straw and the odd runner only to run into a wall of people a few blocks around the corner, preparing for the 40,000+ AIDS run. I worked my way through a huge crowd only to get turned back by the fencing at the start so back I went…. only to find the same road block on the other side, leaving me stymied…. and wondering if today was going to be a good day to ride…. in the rain and cold or maybe spend it with my brother and his crew….. After another brief chat with a NYPD adviser, I rode back to my brother’s to get my bearings and went up Madison to 110th St., covered in road-grime while watching for cabs and pot holes and sewer grates and finally making my way to Riverside Dr and then to the GWB and onto the start….
As I rode over the bridge I came across 2 very cold & wet riders decked in GFNY jerseys who had bailed after the 1st stop 25 miles into the ride and then as I got onto River Rd I spotted the Mavic support vehicle which was a pleasant surprise as I needed my brakes and derailleur adjusted and was down to 80psi in my tires. He was surprised to see me…. almost wondering what I was doing either so far ahead or behind…. After a quick chat and benefiting from his help, I was finally off and while the first section of what was a really sketchy stretch in 2012, it was now paved but the second section was rougher and now worse and wham, with the rain coming down and visibility not great, I hit a pot hole and my right brake lever was now 2″ lower on my bars and loose to the point of uselessness and after a few minutes of wondering why I could barely hold 25K`s I realized my rear brake was pressed onto the wheel and my front tire was loosing air and fast….. what next….. my Mavic guy was gone….
Pressing on along I made it to Route 9, maybe 10 minutes after leaving River Rd and as I looked up I saw the GFNY leader in full TT mode with a strong lead from the next guy and wondered what time it was….. another 10 minutes or so I made it to the first stop in Piermont just as the FeedStation trucks were leaving with everything any rider might might need let alone in the rain on a 160K+ day…… perfect… but to be expected given my choice to leave so late….. Looking around I spotted a coffee shop and then found the local bike shop, aptly named Piermont Bicycle and after changing my tube, having a great espresso, catching a glimpse of the Giro [inspiration] and getting my lever and brakes adjusted, off I went again….. it was 11:30AM, 4 1/2 hours after the official start.
On my way to Nynack, the next town, I ran into Sag with one passenger who looked frozen, was told less than half of the riders had actually started and that FeedStation #2 was long gone…… luckily I got a bar, gel and a package of chomps and continued on and although I was on the outbound part of the course, weaving between Route 9 and roads along the Hudson River, I started seeing riders heading back and then caught the crew tearing down the signs. After a quick chat I was told the riders I was seeing had probably turned around before Bear Mountain or rode up and went straight back as it was a shorter return option and they’d avoid the other climbs…..
Just after Tomkins Cove I came to a cross road and had to decide whether to ride up Bear Mountain and run the risk of missing the FeedStation #3 and worse maybe missing my flight….. or cutting through the State Park along Mott Farm Rd and hitting the other noted climbs on the original route back to the GWB….. the fact a State Trooper sending riders up Mott Farm Rd made the decision easier and I was surprised to be so far behind yet was catching hundreds of riders on that climb, most of whom were walking their bikes, not a good sign, maybe Bear Mountain and the rain had cooked them as the out/back was 30K vs the loops I did in Central Park…. I would have preferred Bear Mountain.
Another half hour or so later I finally hit FeedStation #4 only to find they had a limited selection of water, white bagels, bananas and pb/jelly which seemed odd to me given half the riders had bailed and riders coming off Bear Mountain told me that FeedStation #3 had run out of everything. In speaking to a rider from Peurto Rico who looked frozen, there was nothing but warm Coke for him atop the Bear Mountain climb…. he wasn’t happy.
Not sure what to expect on the return, I ate 2 bananas, had to pretty much beg for a bagel, not sure why…. filled my bottles with water and rationed what was left of my electrolytes and off I went to tackle the remaining climbs, making my way back keeping in mind it was now 2PM and I had to be back at my brother’s by 5PM to give me time to change, shower, pack and get my bike into the bike bag….. time would be tight with 80K of rollers ahead of me unless I pushed it hard but given I didn’t burn too many matches [as the saying goes] on Bear Mountain, I was feeling pretty good for the rest of the way back and despite the constant rain, I felt a tailwind, a welcome find.
On the way back I decided I’d avoid River Road and its bad stretch of pot holes which were hard to see in the rain and opt for Route 9 until I hit the GWB and I’d skip the soggy finish line. I made it back to my brother’s at 5:05PM with enough time to quickly clean my bike, get it in the bag, shower, change and pack and get to the airport with less than 45 minutes before my flight…. typical for NYC, the flight was delayed so I had time for a celebratory pair of Sierra Nevada Pale Ales and a sandwich and boarded my flight home….
Riding along I had felt bad for Uli of GFNY as he worked year long to grow his event from 3,500 riders with hopes of 7,000 but Mother Nature had other ideas. I didn’t see too many happy faces along the way back but was personally content I stuck it out and ended up riding 185K and although I didn’t make the official start or finish in Weehawkin, I had a great challenging ride and that is what I had intended for the day as I sat eating breakfast with a drooling toddler on my lap watching the rain fall outside, so many hours earlier that day when so many others had bailed…. others as in more than half of the riders who registered given only 2,300 finished and none of them had the twisted pleasure of my experience……
As they say, it really is…. all about the ride.