Friday, August 19, 2016

D2R2 2016: On the Eve of the Mystery Ride

Almost dusk at Team Shad HQ in Woo City on the eve of the Mystery Ride. All systems are go. The weather should be next to perfect, if a little hot. Almost no chance of rain, a lot of sun, hopefully some puffy clouds.

From the organizers:

First, about the spirit of the ride. We are trying to recapture some of the excitement of the first year, when, despite all the route descriptions, people still didn't know what to expect. This year's ride is very much an experiment, and we hope all of you will answer our survey afterward so we can develop the concept better for next year.


So the main course is 95 miles. The first third has the most pavement of any D2R2, though it also includes a very rough stretch and one mountain bike option. If you're on a cross bike and like gnarly stuff, you will also like that segment despite the dismounts, and certainly the history of that road is incredible; the cue sheet references a secret monument for you to read should you find it. After the mountain bike option, there is one super hard climb and then some relatively easy hills to lunch. The key is that, at the end of Stage 1, you should check your watch. If you get there before 10:30, then there is an optional loop to lunch so that you don't arrive before the food is ready.

After lunch you have a few easy miles before a hard climb. The main course has a lot of jeep track uphill, including a washed-out bridge, but there is, again, a road-bike shortcut for those so inclined. You find your way to a rest stop with watermelon and such, then a few miles mostly downhill to another water stop.

The last 12 miles, to me, are probably our finest finish ever. If you are on street tires, this section will push the limits of what you can do. However, most of the section is quite smooth and I highly recommend it because almost all of it is lined with Revolutionary-era stone walls. It's a mind-blowing trip back in time. You then make a final big descent to Deerfield on another unmaintained road, and have a brief flat stretch home to absorb what you just experienced.

And there you have it. That's what's on tap for Dubstoevsky and Wing Nut, the coalescing of months of training for one massive effort in the hills of western Mass and southern Vermont.

Tonight, a filet and pasta, lots of water, a hot shower and an early bedtime in a cool bedroom. Tomorrow, the fun starts in the car at 5:00, hurtling across the quiet, empty roadways, the Dead setting the vibe for the off beat (and off road) adventure to come. Allez!


C'mon boys, let's get it done!
Wing Nut and Dubstoevsky training for the Mystery Ride
August 7, 2016

A note on gearing. I took the Cruz Elite out for a spin today with the new 34 tooth rear gear (am running a 36 x 34) and was amazed. An enormous difference! My climbing gear now is super low and easy to turn over and I'm no longer cowed by the thought of the climbing to come (10,000+ feet).

I also bought a pair of light weight cycling glasses, the kind that change tint depending on shade or sun; unfortunately, they're not prescription so I will be losing a little sharpness of vision and will need to be extra careful on the swift downhills. But they are ventilated and should be better than the heavier, enclosed Nike sunglasses I've been using for years.

Finally, I bought a new pair of super padded cycling gloves. I'm more concerned about my hands and feet than I am my overall fitness. After 100 miles, much of it on gravel roads and worse, the feet and hands take an enormous amount of punishment.


Tuesday, August 16, 2016

The D2R2 as Infinite Jest



It occurred to me today, as I rode through a major summer afternoon downpour in Rutland, that the D2R2 is the gravel grinder equivalent of David Foster Wallace's sprawling epic masterpiece, Infinite Jest. The D2R2IJ.

The ride, like the novel, is LONG and difficult. It is sprawling, fascinating, relentlessly brilliant and absurd. In the middle of it, you wonder how you got there, and why.

There's nuance and pathos and humor. Belly laughs and tears. Ridiculously hard ascents. Dangerous descents. The satisfaction of making it through gut-wrenching passages. The what-the-fuck?! moment ... after moment ... after moment. The very real bewilderment of why you've chosen this particularly sadistic and ecstatic narrative over all the other story lines out there. You could do any ride. But you chose the D2R2IJ.

When was the last time you read a 1,000+ page avant-garde novel and were elated? When was the last time you rode an excruciatingly arduous but jaw-droppingly gorgeous century? These are rare pleasures, rare amazements exploding out of nowhere, wild divergences from the day-to-day.

Rare exquisite tortures for Dubstoevsky's betterment.

Ah, Shad. It's time to get serious now.  Dubstoevsky has been off the bike since Monday, August 8th for reasons that cannot be divulged (CLASSIFIED).

Post-downpour style
Today's Downpour Ramble is likely the final training ride before the D2R2IJ on Saturday.

A long puddle shy of 30 miles. I felt strong. I imagined my quads as Shrek-sized root beer barrels. I envisioned my engine devouring the fuel I overstoked it with this past week, churning and grinding and hurtling forward like Smaug's wrath. *

I devoured the slick black licorice line of tarmac alongside deluged Holden Reservoir, and raced in haste toward Tatnuck.

Dubstoevsky kicked it with the Niceness and the exuberance of Myth.

And wither Wing Nut the Stalwart? Tuning up in the raw hills above Conway, steadfast, laconic, a veteran. He'll be ready. Like a landing craft on D-Day. Like Teddy Roosevelt. Or Eddie Merckx. A honed beast. Indiscriminate. Certain. Marauding. The perfect teammate.

* Smaug the dragon from J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

D2R2 Mini-Camp: With Wing Nut in the Western Mass Hills

Under two weeks to go until the crescendo of the summer season arrives, the D2R2.

Today, Team Shad came together in the hills of western Mass for a mini training camp to gauge our form and the state of our machines. We did 50 miles and exceeded 5,000 feet of climbing, a little less of what we'll face on Saturday, August 20th.

I learned something crucial - my gearing is wrong. I've ridden the Rasputitsa and two or three short training rides on my current set-up but until today I never thought to myself "Why is climbing so hard? WTF?"

We'd hit a climb and I'd be on my easiest gear out of the saddle hammering and Wing Nut would be in the saddle casually turning over his peddles with ease, not even on his lowest. It didn't make sense, Except it did because I've got a 36x28 set-up. D'oh! Wing Nut's riding a 34x32, a much more appropriate climbing ensemble.

This is important because Team Shad is doing the "mystery ride," described in one of the latest D2R2 emails as follows.

6) Mystery Riders. Wow. You guys are in for some crazy s***. Sometimes we send you down paved roads that are too cool to pass up, and other times we send you down, by far, our gnarliest stuff ever. Don't stress it, however: the roughest sections will have workarounds depending on your tire size. Overall, do not attempt this ride on less than 32c's, and those of you on hardtail mountain bikes will have a complete blast with some of the 200-year-old jeep tracks. You will have lunch at the 160K lunch site. The difficulty of the last 25 miles is sensational, but, as always, the aesthetic and historical qualities of the roads will be equally mind-blowing. Literally, the Mystery finishes with three Patten-caliber climbs and five gnarly sections. Yeah, gang, holy s***.  In a couple weeks, we will give more route description and some pictures of a couple spots so you know what this is like. Overall, though, the message is: fat tires and save up for the last 25.

"The difficulty of the last 25 miles is sensational." Um, this alone mandates a gearing reconfiguration. But having hammered my way through today's 50 miles with my current set-up, I'm buoyed at least to know that late in the D2R2, I'll have a gear so low that I'll be able to lock into a slow steady grind rather than a quad-cramping pump hammer. I've got the fitness - I just need the right number of teeth.

And how'd the camp go today? Given the statewide drought, the roads are bone dry, many with loose gravel, sand, relentless washboards. Climbing the steepest slopes requires total concentration and attention to line. When you're out of the saddle and digging hard, you don't want your rear tire to pass through a sand patch or spin out on a bed of gravel.

At one point, maybe in Ashfield, we visit the giant old stone kiln.

The kiln of champions

Dubstoevsky and the portal of Shad

Wing Nut, guardian of the portal



Tuesday, July 26, 2016

The George Street Challenge: Team Shad Ascendant

Celebrate Major Taylor, the Worcester Whirlwind

Team Shad represented BIG at the George Street Bike Challenge for Major Taylor. Though neither Dubstoevsky nor Wing Nut bagged a top ten overall, Dubstoevsky came in #7 in his age bracket. For a superstitious rider whose lucky number is 33, the day was a giant success as he climbed the 18%, 500 ft hill in 33.38 seconds and ended up 33rd overall. Some powerful juju in those numbers.

Wing Nut, more of a Long Grind kind of rider than a Short Uphill Sprinter, still acquitted himself well with a time of 37 secs for 47th overall (out of 98 riders).

See the results here.

Regardless of our performance, what a great event! A bright sunny Sunday morning on the mostly quiet streets of the Woo. Bright jerseys, smiles all around, a festive air.

Wing Nut at the Apex

But Team Shad's day didn't end at the top of George St. Indeed, with Wing Nut in the Woo, we seized the opportunity to put some big miles under our tires and so set off for the summit of Mt. Wachusett, a ride that took us along myriad empty back roads, under underpasses, past reservoirs and trickling rivers, up and down relentless hills, all under a booming sun in a bright blue sky.

As we rode, we evaluated the season to date. Rasputitsa? Check. Tour de Heifer? Washed out. George Street Challenge? Check. One more huge event looms, the creme de la creme - the D2R2. Less than a month away. We feel ready. Wing Nut continues training savagely in the hills of western Mass, knocking off 50 milers day in and day out. Dubstoevsky, while not getting in near the mileage or elevation as Senor Nut, nevertheless continues to average 3+ rides a week, including a few competitive group rides with the likes of Georgie Pie and Diego dela Sangre Toro. It's mid-season and we're both in mid-season form, just where we want to be.

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DESIGN SUBMISSIONS WANTED: Team Shad is seeking design suggestions for new team uniforms. The winning design will earn the artist(s) a private dinner with the Shad Men, with unlimited supplies of Be Hoppy, ox heart hash, and shad roe. Not to mention scintillating conversation rich with hyperbole, self-deprecation, and ribald humor.


The Day in Pictures: July 24, 2016

The venerable Armsby Abbey

The determined competition

George Street

Wing Nut poised for action


Shad at work

Don't Hate, Appreciate

The numerology of spin


Thursday, July 21, 2016

Consider the Pedal Stroke

There likely comes a point for every serious rider when they finally "get it," when they grasp what a fully-realized pedal stroke is all about. (By "serious rider" I just mean someone who is dedicated, focused, and intent on getting better and learning technique, not necessarily a racer, pro, or wannabe pro.)

Over years of cycling, I eventually began paying close attention to my pedaling - I began to notice what leg muscles were engaging during the pedal's revolution, began to sense the points at which the muscles went slack, when I was over emphasizing a particular muscle (calf or quad or hamstring) (aside - I love the word "hamstring" because it has "ham" in it) or, conversely, when certain muscles weren't engaging.

I don't know why but it took a long time after this initial perception for me to grasp that I could direct my pedal stroke by mentally concentrating on my cadence and on the synchronicity between thought, anatomy, and propulsion. Once this light bulb went off, the next step was logical and inevitable - the deliberate employment of full focused 100% pedal-turning muscle engagement, on command.

Though I can't pinpoint a specific episode when I busted out my newly-understood technique, I can recall somewhat the astonishment and delight I took in realizing that, by going full-focus-rev, I could immediately and demonstrably pick up speed. I could pull away from riders hammering alongside me, could ramp up the tempo and overtake laboring hill climbers, could grind away next to riders trying to pass me, and dispatch them.

Of course, simply understanding the pedal stroke isn't enough - you have to have the fitness to carry it out. If you can't kick into full-throttle and maintain it for any distance, then the knowledge of how to pedal doesn't matter that much. Short bursts of propulsion buoy the spirit momentarily, but without a base level of fitness and form you cannot maintain what the mind wants to do.

Dubstoevsky's plucky success on Justice Hill owes everything to the combination of pedal stroke awareness and being in high season form. To be able to stay in the saddle and grind relentlessly upward without losing momentum is a wicked technique to have available in the heat of the moment. Frantic didn't have it that night, only Georgie Pie and Donny Bolo seemed capable of putting in the Full Cry Churn.


Saturday, July 16, 2016

Dubstoevsky and the Triumph on Justice Hill: Phil and Paul with the Call

The Scene: Wednesday, July 13. West Boylston. 6:00 PM. Still hot, upper 80s, but the sun is falling and much of the hilly, rural route is shaded. 19 cyclists in a rainbow of bright racing kits getting under way. Let's go to Phil and Paul with the call.

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Phil: Well, Paul, it's a glorious evening for cycling and I have a feeling that we're going to see some superb riding tonight.

Paul: I think you're absolutely right about that, Phil. We've got an interesting group of 19 riders on the road tonight, including the Spanish conquistador, Diego dela Sangre Toro, the Colombian climber, Georgie Pie, the ever unpredictable Frantic, and that quiet assassin, Donny Bolo. But as good as these guys are, you've got some unknown, unheralded cyclists as well, guys who are eager to test themselves against the leaders and possibly make a name for themselves, so you never know what might happen.

Phil: That's true indeed, Paul, there are some hungry riders in this group, for sure. Right now, as we cruise along the well-shaded Waushacum Rd, the group is all together but I have a feeling that one or two of them are itching to get things started. You can see the no-name rider in the rather bland kit moving up on the outside, he's followed by the one woman in this peloton, Red Sonia, she might have something special in mind today.

Georgie Pie (l) and Heavy Weight (r)

Paul: Red Sonia is a powerful rider, Phil, but I don't think this stage suits her tonight. On rolling terrain, she is a proven locomotive, but in the hills - and tonight's stage has at least two cat 4 climbs - she'll have a hard time staying with D Bolo or G Pie.

Phil: That's a good point, Paul. I have a feeling that the big climb up Holden St will begin to sort things out a bit, and if not that climb then surely the ascent on Justice Hill Rd will tell us who in this group is the night's king of the mountain.

Paul: There's one rider we haven't talked about much and that's because we haven't seen him that much. He rides for an obscure team of suspicious origin that, frankly, exists on the fringes of Big Time amateur cycling and that rarely manages to get itself organized properly. I'm referring, of course, to Dubstoevsky, the leader of Team Shad.

Phil: I'm glad you brought him up, Paul, because he really could be the wild card tonight. We had a look at him about a month ago and at the time he showed promise but didn't seem to be on form. Since then, we've heard that he's been training quite hard.

Paul: Not only that, Phil, but we've heard that during particularly rigorous stretches of training, he refuels by consuming large quantities of grilled offal - sweetbreads, ox hearts, water buffalo kidneys, the sand-filled crops of roughed grouse - and washes it all down with a special India Pale Ale brewed in his hometown.

Dubstoevsky's training drink
Phil: That's very interesting indeed, Paul, I've never heard of a rider training on sweetbreads and ox hearts before. There's no penalty for a rider testing positive for mammalian heart tissue in his stool, so why not?

We've passed the Sterling Airport now and while there was a little split of the peloton back at the left hand turn off Muddy Pond Rd, it's all back together as we approach the intersection of rt 140 and 62. In a moment we'll be on the first climb of the day.

Paul: That's right, Phil, and though they've been riding more or less as a group, you can just see some of the nervous excitement as the riders try to position themselves for the climb ahead. No one wants to be dropped off the back on the first climb of the day.

Phil: No they don't, Paul, and that's why you can see dela Sangre Toro, Georgie Pie, Apostle John, and Sonia Red move to the front. There's Joshua Tree there too, and Frantic moving forward. Here they go now, they're on the slope and getting out of their saddles, and here comes Dubstoevsky on the outside! He started maybe halfway down the affair and look at that, he's moved easily by Red Sonia and Apostle John, and he's left Joshua Tree behind like a discarded tissue!

Well I'm amazed, Paul, he's still in the saddle and is simply riding right past the others. He's not going to catch dela Sangre Toro but is he trying to make a point here?

Paul: He certainly is, Phil. And there goes Georgie Pie on the attack!

Phil: He's bobbing up and down and trying to pull away from Dubstoevsky but look at this, the obscure shad man is not falling away, he's still in the saddle and putting in a big effort and he's clawing his way up to Georgie Pie. Now it's the three of them pulling away, dela Sangre Toro fifty feet up the road, followed by Georgie Pie and locked on his wheel, Dubstoevsky.

Paul: Now that's a fine piece of riding, Phil. It looked to me like Dubstoevsky knew exactly what he was doing. He hit the climb in the middle of the pack but to the outside so that he had room to move around other riders. I think he was taking stock of the others and when he saw everyone quickly get out of the saddle in anticipation of the climb's first steep grip, he realized that, 'Hey, these boys are afraid of this climb' and off he went.

Phil: First over the top goes to dela Sangre Toro, second to Georgie Pie, and third to Dubstoevsky. Red Sonia, Donny Bolo follow and join up but the peloton has split apart on this climb. Those who were caught out have all now labored over the top and are desperately trying to catch up with the leading group of five. The tempo has definitely picked up, hasn't it Paul?

Mason Rd
Paul: It certainly has, Phil, and it looks like the group of five on the front mean business. They're keeping the pace high and challenging those in arrears to prove themselves worthy to be called cyclists.

Phil: After that display on the Holden St hill, Paul, I'm wondering if Dubstoevsky might have a card or two up his sleeve.

Paul: He's keeping himself at the front and that says to me that, yes, he's got a plan, he knows exactly what he wants to do, he's ridden these roads before, he knows these climbs from the days when Team Shad was based in Lemonstar and rode regularly to the summit of the Mont Vontusett. I think we're seeing something special today.

Phil: Well, after a short chase along Mason Rd, they're all back together again and are flying up Gleason Rd, a beautiful country road, quite smooth, but with a short little incline at the end.

Paul: Yes, Phil, it's a nasty little climb, short but surprisingly steep. And look at that, Dubstoevsky moves effortlessly passed Frantic who seems to be having an off day today.

Phil: Well, that's too bad because now we're heading at speed toward the proving ground, the ascent of Justice Hill Rd.

Paul: That's right, Phil, a category 4 climb and it hits you hard right away. That's a 14% gradient at the base and then it settles in to around 6 or 7 percent to the top, a half mile up.

Phil: So here we go, we're racing along Lucas Rd to the base of Justice Hill and there's some jockeying going on, Frantic has moved ahead of Dubstoevsky who sits on the wheel of Red Sonia. Georgie Pie and Donny Bolo follow just behind. dela Sangre Toro has opted out of this climb and has followed a teammate up the other side of this ascent, the Justice Hill Cut-off, but there's Joshua Tree and Apostle John and Heavy Duty pulling themselves forward.

Now they've hit the 14% beginning and up out of the saddle goes Frantic and Red Sonia, and there goes Dubstoevsky! As soon as Red Sonia left her saddle, Dubstoevsky moved right around her and is now powering up the slope. Frantic is stamping on the pedals and rocking back and forth in a, well, frantic effort to keep in contact but to no avail, he's falling away. And look at this, Donny Bolo is caught behind and can't pull himself past Frantic!

This is incredible!

Paul: Yes it is, Phil, we are looking at a man possessed. Dubstoevsky is still in the saddle and is gradually pulling away from the elite riders in this peloton, as well as everyone else. And again, Phil, I think he planned this all along, he knew that if he got to the climb in the front of the group that he would make his move on the steepest part, and he's done exactly that. Look at the gap now, Phil, it's five seconds and climbing.

Phil: Well, we are seeing a superb ride by a relatively unknown rider who is now shaking up the peloton and is leaving the big favorites behind. But look, we've got a move coming here from Georgie Pie!

Paul: Yes we do, Phil, he's watched Dubstoevsky rip the peloton apart and he's said to himself 'enough is enough' and now he's making a huge effort to pull himself back and close the gap. Just look at the face of the Colombian climbing champion!

Phil: Dubstoevsky is keeping the pace high, keeping the pedal revolutions high. He's in his smallest gear and steadily turning those cranks, while Georgie Pie is out of the saddle and pistoning up and down like a jack hammer. And he's closing the gap!

Paul: Dubstoevsky can't panic in a moment like this, he knows that Georgie Pie is coming but he's not looking over his shoulder, he's keeping his head down and his cadence steady, he's locked in and focused.

Phil: They're nearing the summit now and here comes Georgie Pie, he's making his move, he's going to catch Dubstoevsky surely!

Paul: Dubstoevsky has kicked again!

Phil: Well this is a desperate battle now as the two are nearly side by side and Georgie Pie is hammering away but Dubstoevsky is giving up nothing! He down shifts and pushes again and tops the climb and takes first place by inches, Georgie Pie comes in a fraction of a second behind, oh my goodness, Paul, that was an amazing demonstration on the slopes of Justice Hill.

Paul: Yes it was, Phil, Dubstoevsky emptied his suitcase of courage on that effort and he stunned the entire peloton by dispatching one of the best climbers in the Greater Woo Valley, Georgie Pie.

Phil: And with that, we'll take a break. See you in a moment.

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The details on Strava




Monday, July 11, 2016

July Riding

July is the best month of the year, at least for cycling. The Tour de France kicks off the month on the 2nd or 3rd and there's a holiday in the first week (Independence Day). Plus, July means summer - long days, warm weather, brilliant light in the late afternoons and evenings, cold beer, grilled meats.

Life assumes a certain rhythm in July that sets the month apart from the rest. It feels like vacation, even when you're not actually on vacation.

Sunday, July 10th for example - a long, leisurely morning with coffee and fruit and granola and yogurt and the immense spectacle of Stage 9 of the Tour de France, an epic day in the Pyrenees that, owing to the dramatic deluge of hail and rain at the mountain top finish, instantly became one of the great classic stages in Tour history. A pure rest day for Dubstoevsky.

If you've been in Woo City these last few weeks then you were lucky to experience some of the very best New England summer weather - billowy hot days with a pulsing blue sky, low humidity, and fresh, clean air. Unbeatable.

Scenes from the Road


The legendary Coney Island hot dog stand in Woo City
July 3, 2016

St. Spyridon Greek Orthodox church
July 4, 2016


Classic New England summer day
Holden Reservoir
July 4th, 2016

Maple Spring Pond, Holden
July 4, 2016

The eternally amazing Muschopauge Rd
July 4, 2016

Hawk in flight

Another impossibly beautiful scene on Muschopauge Rd
July 4, 2016

Seriously off the beaten path
River Rd, Holde
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July 5, 2016

Bancroft Tower, Woo City
July 9, 2016