How did the ride go? How far did you make it? How do you feel? All great questions, however I am very disappointed to say that I did not make it. This might not come as a big surprise to many out there, however it wasn't for reasons you are guessing.
Dan, Rosey, and the four of us arrived in Logan the night before the ride allowing us to check into our hotel, get signed in with the ride, and attend the informational meeting before the ride. This part of the trip felt the most rushed. Between getting into Logan and then running around to get stuff done it felt like the evening flew by and left me feeling worried I had forgot to do or grab something.
That night I don't think I slept much constantly tossing and turning and looking at the clock worrying that I overslept my start time. However, the alarm finally went off around 5am leaving me feeling pretty tired. All I could think was how good a nice warm cup of coffee would taste.
Just before 6am Dan and I jumped on our bikes and headed over to the start line. With the forecast for the day in the 70s with lots of sun (which was about the best weather you could hope for) I decided to only wear my shorts and short sleeve jersey. I did learn one thing, even if the weather calls for 70s, when the sun is down and you are in a valley, it is incredibly cold. I was freezing!
The big difference with this ride was that it wasn't a ride, it was a race. This meant that we where released in small packs around 40 in size. Signing up under cat 5 left Dan and I starting after all the faster packs. This wasn't a big issue for me other than I wanted to get moving on the bike to warm up.
Eventually our start time arrived and we took off. It was fun having a police escort out of town. Riding in the middle of a large pack it was incredibly easy to keep a good pace. We where averaging somewhere between 22 and 25 through our first stop.
Just before that first stop everything became hectic when the pack released behind us caught up and merged into ours. It was at this point that I lost site of Dan. With nearly a hundred of us all together the pack began to split into groups. I found myself constantly rushing forward to catch the front pack. This must have happened at least 5 or 6 times. I never was able to find Dan again. A few miles down the road we our first stop it got quite chaotic with a number of riders splitting up, some stopping and some riding. I quickly pulled off to refill one of my bottles after realizing that I was most likely not going to find Dan anytime soon.
After the refill I quickly got back on the road and started riding out toward my first mountain. I was feeling great and had a good pack I was sticking with. Until I heard that dreaded Psstttttt sound. Crap I thought, as I pulled off to deal with a flat rear tire. I quickly tore off my old tube and threw on a new one. I was rushing myself to put the new tube in feeling the pack slipping away.As I was putting the wheel back I heard that great Psstttttt sound again. This time I swore and I swore very loud! That is what you get for rushing. In my hurry to get the new tire on I never checked to make sure the tube was all the way in, and I had left a small part sticking out and caused myself a pinch flat!!! So I pulled off my "new tube" and put on another one this time taking a little more time to make sure I did the job right.
Finally I was back on the road after what felt like a 20 plus minute stop. I was still feeling great, however I lost the pack that I was riding with. It didn't take long before another pack caught up with me, however this one was heading a bit faster than I could keep with and I dropped off from them after a few miles. I wasn't too worried since we had just started climbing. I figured this was going to be my own pace so I didn't worry too much about having to stay with a group and kill myself.
It was probably a few miles into my ride that I heard a new sound. This one was a snap like sound. I recognized it, the last few rides I had done before had this sound. I knew I had just broke a spoke and I could feel the difference starting with a slight wobble in the rear and slight resistance every time the wheel swayed into the break. I didn't care damn it, I told myself that I was going to summit a mountain. I continued to climb for many miles until my bladder got the best of me. I decided to pull off and take care of nature. I double checked my suspicion and found that I did indeed have a broken spoke. I used this opportunity to opened my breaks up so I wouldn't have to worry about the rubbing anymore and just as I started to get moving a support vehicle stopped by to ask if I was alright. I told them I had broken a spoke and politely refused to catch a ride with them. I figured one way or another I was going over this hill! As they drove off I got back on and continued to ride up the endless hill. It felt a bit longer to me as I struggled for speed against a tire that wasn't working, but I was okay with the fact that people where passing me. It wasn't that I was out of shape it was my bike that was out of shape.
At this point the batteries in my gps died and I could no longer tell how much further it was, I knew it had to be within the next five miles that I would reach stop two at the summit of my first mountain. I had it in the back of my mind that there would be someway to repair the damage and I could then continue to ride through to the end or until my body couldn't endure anymore. Apparently my bike had reached that point before I did, it could endure no more. This time the snapping sound was a much more noisy and my reflector went flying out into the road. I quickly pulled over and realized that if I kept going I was going to destroy my rear wheel. I was bummed, I knew I was just a mile or two from the top.
That might seem a long way when climbing a mountain but I was around mile 28 of a 30 mile climb. Not wanting to cripple my bike further, I pulled off and waved down the next support vehicle. One car took my bike while another hauled me. I still had it in my mind that I would find someone who could repair my bike at the next stop. However a few moments later the guy over the radio informed me that there where no bike shops to be found anywhere near my location and that he marked me out of the ride since my bike was unrepairable. I couldn't believe it :( I had it in my mind that I might not survive the total distance but at least I would find out how far my body could go. This wasn't the ending I was expecting, I still felt like I had another 100 miles in me. I was going to beat the mountain stage of this ride! But I wasn't. Fate had another plan for me.
I had mentioned that the last few rides I had done ended with broken spokes. Well when I took my bike in last time to have it fixed the guy told me that I was hitting the point in my spokes lives where they where going to start breaking from old age. He mentioned that I should look at having him rebuild my wheel. I thought about it for a few minutes and decided to turn that offer down after all the money I had already put into the bike so far, plus the fact that in less than a week I was going to be going on a two week vacation. So I saved a hundred bucks on repairs but it cost me in the long run.
It was still an enjoyable day, and we where able to catch up with Rosey and help her support Dan as he continued to ride on. Oh well it just means I have to do the ride again! Maybe this time I will get myself a newer prettier bike ;)
Here is an elevation chart, the green is what part I rode until my bike broke down.

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