With over 25 years in the saddle, that’s long enough to divide my cycling career into eras. And having just begun a new era in Austin, it might be interesting to see what a typical year looked like in the past, how my riding pattern has changed over time, and what it might look like in coming years.

You probably know that I’ve long tracked the daily variations of my cycling Fitness using a metric that is usually called Chronic Training Load, as explained here.

Looking back over the Fitness data I’ve collected, I’ve grouped the past 12 years’ riding into four “eras”. Those are:

  • 4 years from 2012 to 2015, when I was living in Boston
  • 3 years from 2016 to 2018, when I was living in Pittsburgh
  • 4 years from 2019 to 2022, when I was still in Pittsburgh, but riding the indoor trainer through the winters
  • And my best guess for how things will change here in Austin

The following chart plots my average/typical Fitness over the course of a year for each of those eras. Commentary follows, below.

chart

Let’s start with the bottom, orange line. It shows my average Fitness over my last four years in Boston. Things to note:

  • I did essentially zero riding from December into March during the New England winters.
  • Every spring I started from near zero, rapidly building Fitness back up.
  • With nearly all major events crammed into a short 3-month summer, my Fitness peaked from June until PMC weekend at the start of August.
  • With my major events done, my Fitness dropped rapidly in the weeks following the PMC, before stabilizing at a lower level during the relaxed rides of autumn.
  • As the temperatures fell, so did my Fitness, declining rapidly over the holidays and long winter.

The next-higher, green curve represents my first three years’ riding in Pittsburgh. It’s extremely similar to the previous one, with some subtle differences:

  • With a slightly improved climate, I was able to do a bit more winter riding, especially in December and in March of the following spring.
  • My major events were more spread out, going from late May through September. And with no PMC ride, my Fitness didn’t spike at the start of August or drop off right afterward.
  • Thus I did more riding in August and September, and had a longer period of peak summer Fitness before ramping down in the autumn.

Now look at that almost flat blue line at the very top of the chart. That’s my average Fitness for my next four years in Pittsburgh. Although it looks radically different, the only change was using my new indoor trainer to maintain my Fitness over the winters. Here’s what jumps out at me from that line:

  • My Fitness held steady over the holidays, rather than its usual decline. This allowed me to start the new year with dramatically higher Fitness.
  • Starting from a higher base and being able to ride throughout the winter meant my buildup to peak form could be more gradual, running 5 months from January through May rather than 2-3 months.
  • My summertime peak covered the same duration, but my head start allowed my Fitness to peak at a noticeably higher level.

That brings us to last year’s move to Austin, Texas. How will my annual riding pattern change? Well, if you look at the red dashed line, I’ll tell you what I’m thinking.

  • I’ll still be using my indoor trainer, and milder winters will allow me to ride outdoors more often, so I expect a very flat pattern, without any huge seasonal dips.
  • I expect my Fitness will decline a little bit overall. There seem to be fewer long rides and routes in this area, and I’m also losing capacity as I progress into my seventh decade.
  • I expect January and February will continue to be my annual minimum Fitness, mostly because cold weather will make it unpleasant to ride the indoor trainer in our unheated garage.
  • And instead of summer being a single plateau, I expect my Fitness will peak once in late spring and again in early fall. In the middle there’ll be a noticeable dip, since Texas events tend to happen in spring and fall. I definitely won’t be riding as much during Texas’ brutal summer as I used to back in New England!

From all that, here are the factors that have shaped my annual riding pattern:

  • My acquisition of an indoor trainer at the end of 2018
  • The realities of seasonal changes and weather at my home locations
  • The number and schedule of major organized rides, especially the Pan-Mass Challenge
  • The availability of routes suitable for long solo rides
  • The lowered capabilities that have come with aging

Ornoth’s been playing with data visualizations again, and as usual the results are pretty cool.

Climbing hills is how cyclists measure themselves. We roam around the countryside, testing ourselves against short, steep hills; long, steady hills; and especially ones that are both steep and long.

Ascending each hill dozens of times, we become intimately familiar with every detail, having discovered where the slope increases, where the opportunities to recover are, and whether a rider should attack it aggressively or work his way to the top more slowly and conservatively.

Slope chart

When cyclists get together, hills are a natural topic of conversation: complaining about them, reminiscing about them, and comparing them to one another. This hill is longer, but that one’s steeper. But the first one is steeper right at the start. Or is it?

The one thing that’s missing from our conversations is quantitative data that allow you to objectively compare one hill with another, or even a whole set of hills. Ideally, that data would all be summarized in one simple chart that you could read at a glance.

You’d think the interwebs would have created such a thing, but I couldn’t find one. Tons of sites will show the elevation profile of one hill, but I couldn’t find any that would show multiple hills on the same chart. So I went and wrote one myself.

If you go to this page, you can enter the URLs for up to thirteen Strava “segments”. The easiest way for me to identify hills (or any road segments) is by leveraging Strava, the cycling activity tracking site.

Once you’ve told me what road segments you’re interested in, behind the scenes my page will fetch all the elevation data from Strava, then build a chart for you that displays the elevation profiles of every segment.

If you click on the thumbnail image at the top of this post, you can view a full-size example, although it won’t show the interactive features of the chart: you can hover the mouse over any line, and a tooltip will display the slope of the hill at that point; you can show and hide each segment; and zoom in closer to see greater detail.

My only disappointment is that it’s only as good as Strava’s data, which isn’t always as good as you’d want and expect.

It can be a bit of a chore chasing around Strava to find segment URLs, so I’ve created some example charts for you to play with.

The first one compares some noteworthy hills near Boston.

The next one shows the thirteen hills in Pittsburgh’s Dirty Dozen ride.

In addition to comparing local hills, this makes it easier for me to compare Boston’s hills with those in Pittsburgh, both to satisfy my own curiosity as well as to share with my cycling buddies back in Boston. Here’s an example chart comparing some hills from Boston and Pittsburgh.

But to satisfy your own curiosity, go to the input page to use whatever Strava segments you care about, from your neighborhood or anywhere in the world.

I hope you enjoy it! It was fun to develop, and I think it carries really interesting and useful information that no other site provides.

It might be a tad early to write a retrospective on the 2015 cycling season, but my imminent departure from Boston is a more logical breakpoint than the arbitrary calendar change a month hence.

So, 2015: it was very much a tale of two seasons.

I was on a normal springtime trajectory for the first five months of the year, with training focused on ramping up for my first Cape Cod Getaway MS Ride, with my new coworkers from Buildium.

Mach 2

Those months included solo centuries to New Hampshire and along the Bikes-Not-Bombs route, plus my perennial favorite 130-mile Outriders ride to Provincetown. I obliterated my coworkers in a corporate fitness challenge, then led two of them on a 70-mile jaunt up to Ipswitch for our company’s summer outing. I got to say goodbye to favorite rides including Outriders and Boston’s Hub on Wheels, and I was able to attend a goodly number of Landry’s Green Line Velo rides out of Cleveland Circle. About the only disappointment was that I didn’t get to bike commute anywhere near as much as I had anticipated.

The Cape Cod Getaway MS Ride itself was an awesome experience, moreso because it was the first time I’d done any charity ride as a part of a team. Wearing a Buildium jersey was a point of pride all year, as you can see in all my ride photos, which I began attaching to my Strava GPS logs. Though I was disappointed that Day 2 from Bourne to Provincetown was called off (wisely) due to ludicrously bad weather.

The MS Ride was the inflection point for my year. In the five months from February through June I rode 117 hours or 1,791 miles (including indoor riding on the trainer). After the MS Ride, I had no more events to work toward, and preparing for my move took precedence over riding. The five months after the MS Ride, from July through November, I only rode 46 hours or 674 miles, a 65 percent drop-off.

Because of that, I only got 2,200 miles in this year and only did four centuries: both of those are my lowest tallies since 2008. That’s less than half the riding I did in 2009 and 2010!

And I can’t talk about 2015 without commenting on my first year away from the Pan-Mass Challenge, which had been the focus and highlight of my season every year from 2001 through 2014. It was so nice to take a break from the fundraising! While I did miss the ride, I was okay with it, and did my own little PMC remembrance ride from Sturbridge Street in Mattapan to Truro Street in Quincy. And I was tickled that—even though I wasn’t there in person—I appeared in a video shown at the PMC’s Opening Ceremonies, clapping as I rode no-hands past the camera during the 2014 event. That was a really nice way for the PMC and I to say farewell to one another.

In summary, 2015 was a mixed but memorable last year in Boston. I wish I could have gotten out more, but I’m really happy with the riding I did do. I changed things up a bit, and enjoyed some memorable rides with my new coworkers.

For myself, I’m a little concerned that I’ve lost some of my previous power, whether it’s due to age or too little training or both. And I’m a little concerned about next year, after moving to the arguably the hilliest city in the nation. Which is the perfect segue for looking forward to next year…

It’s unfortunate timing that I arrive in Pittsburgh just four days after their premier event: the Dirty Dozen, which climbs the thirteen most brutally steep paved roads in town; one of them is 37 percent grade, which is the second steepest street in the world! Well, maybe it’s not so unfortunate that I missed it, since I’m in no shape to take it on right now; but there’s always next year, right?

2016 will be a huge transitional year, as I try to learn the roads and the rides that Pittsburgh offers. Naturally, I want to get out more than I did this year, but I’ll have to balance that not just with another new job, but also with a relationship… And we know that cycling and relationships tend to have repelling polarities.

Aside from those things, my 2016 goals are fourfold:

First, I need to buy a new indoor trainer. That will be especially interesting, because the technology has changed radically in the past couple years, with features like using your GPS logs to mimic your real-world rides, and interacting with other riders through connected platforms like Zwift.

Second, I want to find and do more century rides. I think that’ll be a challenge, both because of the challenges presented by hillier terrain, and there just don’t seem to be many organized centuries in the area. On verra.

Third, Pittsburgh has a half mile paved outdoor velodrome track, and an indoor velodrome in the works. I’d love to check those out. I might even take the field for a race, just to say I’d done it. It’s gotta be safer than those goddamned criteriums, right?

And finally: the Dirty Dozen. There’s no sense being in Pittsburgh and not at least attempting it. I want the proverbial tee shirt.

With that, I say goodbye to Boston. I gave you my best, leaving a half billion breathless heartbeats strewn along your potholed but beloved scenic roadways.

Henceforth I hope you’ll look for me on Strava, laying down new PRs in a different commonwealth. I will truly be blessed if I can share the road with as many friends there as I rode with here in Massachusetts.

It’s almost October, and I haven’t posted a ride report in three months: since June’s MS Ride. That’s because for the most part I haven’t been riding at all, instead spending my weekends selling off my furniture and packing up for an impending move to Pittsburgh. In the three peak months of July, August, and September, I rode a total of 450 miles; compare that to the same period last year, when I rode 1,600 miles.

2015 Hub on Wheels start
2015 Hub on Wheels riders

However, last weekend I made a brief exception, to participate one final time in Boston’s signature 50-mile ride: Hub on Wheels.

The weather was overcast but clearing, which suited me well, since I was concerned about UV exposure, only because the antibiotics I was taking after having a tooth extracted had vociferous warnings about sunburn.

As I waited at the start line, local bike advocate Steve Miller blathered inanely at the crowd for a full half hour before finally letting the riders depart.

I had made every effort to line up right at the front of the field, in order to extricate myself from the masses of slow and dangerously oblivious casual riders, but my plan was thwarted by a couple hundred riders who were allowed to line up an a VIP area at the head of the ride. It would have been safer and much more orderly if they sent riders out in descending order of speed, the way the Pan-Mass Challenge does.

Fortunately, the ride begins with a long 8-mile out-and-back down Storrow Drive, and the width of the highway and a brutal west wind allowed those of us who had eaten our Wheaties to separate from the chaff. It was the usual mixed bag of riders, I noted as one rider incongruously wearing sneakers and platform pedals with triathlon aero bars tried to keep pace with me.

By the time I reached (and skipped) the first rest stop in the Arnold Arboretum, I’d managed to separate myself from the pack with a half dozen other guys whom I’d see off and on for the rest of the ride. Less happily, I’d find myself back in the pack again and again, when the 50-mile route twice diverged from the shorter routes in order to accumulate miles, and then rejoined the slower riders further on.

As usual, I pushed myself harder than I really expected to, in order to deal with the crowds. My form wasn’t great, having taken much of the summer off, and I had to fight cramps as the miles added up. For the first time, I had unexpected pains in my right heel and arch.

One part of the ride that’s supposed to be scenic but always fills me with terror is the section through Stony Brook Reservation. It’s a paved walkway through the woods, but it was made before bike path design standards were developed. It’s incredibly narrow, so riders must proceed single-file. It’s mostly a very fast downhill with swooping turns, which, combined with an incredibly slick, moss-covered surface, makes that entire section a perpetual white-knuckler.

Having started at 8am and skipped all the rest stops, I finished before 11, crossing the line in the company of a guy named Jeremy whom I’d seen all day after lining up with him at the start. I was home just after 11am, with a shower, lunch, and then most of the day still ahead of me.

For most of this year, on every ride I’ve reminded myself that these are the last times I will participate in these events and traverse these roads. That is especially true for Hub on Wheels, which is the only organized ride that focuses on my home town, and which I’ve done a half dozen times now.

There are, of course, thousands of things I will miss about living in Boston. But the roads around greater Boston are also where I became a cyclist, and they’ve been my home and my cycling world for these fifteen years of riding. They’ve led me to thousands of wonderful and peaceful places that few people other than cyclists get to enjoy. I will miss each of them, and treasure their memories for the rest of my life.

Pairing deep natural curiosity with the desire for a new programming challenge often produces great results. Such was the case with my recent addition of a Cycling Heatmap page to the biking section of my website.

I’ve always been a map geek, going all the way back to the neighborhood street maps I drew when I first started grammar school. I got my first handheld GPS back in 2000, well before such things were common, and before the government stopped intentionally inserting a random offset in order to make civilian GPS unnecessarily inaccurate.

Naturally, that interest also manifested in my career as a web consultant, where I used the Google Maps API for one client to display the locations of warehouses, delivery trucks, and customers, so that they could optimize their delivery routes.

As a cyclist, when I first saw the Strava Global Cycling Heatmap, I was pretty excited. For the first time—and for any location on the planet—we can see what roads cyclists (as a class) actually prefer to use!

Great data, but it also spurred my curiosity about my own road use. With years and years of cycling GPS files on hand, I have plenty of data; all I had to do was figure out the technical details of extracting it, summarizing it, and displaying it.

Ornoth's Cycling Heatmap

That’s where it got hairy, firstly because my cycling GPS no longer outputs user-friendly, text-based GPX files, but compressed binary files in Garmin’s proprietary FIT file format. It took a while, but I was able to hack Kiyokazu Suto’s Garmin::FIT module and fitdump perl script to get the latitude-longitude points I needed out of Garmin’s obfuscated FIT files.

Then I had to find software to generate a heatmap. That seemed easy enough, but it took several tries to find one that could handle anything more than a minuscule quantity of data. I gave up on Google Maps API Heatmap Layer, because their heatmap layer is limited to a pathetic 1000 data points. I looked at Leaflet, Highcharts, Mapbox… Nothing looked promising.

Finally I went back to Google and discovered that if you pair the Google Maps API with a Google Fusion Table in just the right way, it will accept up to 100,000 data points, which is closer to what I needed. So we gave that a shot. Even though the documentation for the known-inadequate Google Maps API heatmap layer was incestuously interwoven with the possibly-useful Google Maps API Fusion Table heatmap documentation, which caused a lot of unnecessary confusion.

Unfortunately, 100,000 points was only about one month of cycling data, so I had to write a script to further summarize my data before feeding it into a Fusion Table. Basically, I rounded my lat-long values from seven to just three decimal points and threw out consecutive duplicates, which reduced the dataset quite a bit.

It also had a side-effect of cleaning the data up. Since my GPS logs location once per second, points were more densely-packed when I was moving slowly, and more sparse when I was moving quickly. Plot that on a heatmap, and it would look like I rode more often in places where I went slowly! But rounding the lat-long values abstracted all those low-speed duplicate points down to one, which fortuitously made tracks display more evenly no matter what speed I rode at.

Finally I had to load my data into a Fusion Table. In the end, by rounding my data I was able to get 14½ months of rides into 98,870 points, representing all 122 rides I took from July 1 2013 through September 15 2014.

How pleased am I with the resulting map display?

Well, it satiated my curiosity about where I ride, and it also was a fun way to brush up my technical chops in terms of cartographic programming skills. I don’t know if any other cyclists will care or benefit from looking at my usual routes, but it would be neat if that were true.

Overall, I’m happy with the result, but it certainly has some externally-imposed shortcomings, all ultimately traceable back to the fact that I had to squish all my data down into 100,000 points.

Because I had to round off my lat-long values, the tracks I only rode once can be seen when the map is zoomed out, but the points nearly all disappear when you zoom in!

If I had more control over the heatmap’s appearance and color-groupings, I could probably fix that, but because those heatmaps are generated on Google’s server rather than the browser, they have provided virtually no options for customizing its appearance.

The rounding also becomes painfully obvious when you zoom in, as what appear to be linear tracks ultimately separate into evenly-spaced individual dots, just like looking at a halftone print under a magnifying glass. At high resolution, it becomes so painfully ugly that I had to programmatically restrict the user’s ability to zoom in!

Ugh! The tradeoffs and limitations give me the shivers. But at certain zoom levels, the result is pretty usable.

Did I learn anything new about my riding? Not that much, since I’m already pretty familiar with the roads I use.

I already knew that I spent a lot of time in Back Bay, on Mass Ave out to Lexington, doing the Quad loop around Concord and Carlisle, and also heading out Charles River Road to Watertown, or Beacon Street to Weston, and Glezen from there out to Sudbury.

I was pleased to see the presence of some new roads that I’ve added this year: the whole Dover loop, the Mystic Lakes route up to Winchester, and both Trapelo and Concord Ave through Waltham and Lincoln.

Of course, I’m equally amused by some routes that I haven’t done this year, but which appear thanks to the older 2013 data. That would include my former commute down to Quincy, which included climbing Dorchester Heights; hill repeats on Summit Ave in Brookline; and Virginia and Mill Street in Concord, a part of the standard Quad loop that I now usually skip.

I guess the only big, new revelation is that although I live within half a mile of the ocean, I never ride along the north or south shores! To find good seaside riding, I either have to go thirty miles north to Cape Ann, or fifty miles south to Cape Cod!

In addition to last year’s ride data, I would love to incorporate my GPS logs that go back another five years; that would change this map quite a bit. However, the rounding that would be required to jam all that data down to 100k points is so extreme that the map dots no longer correlate with individual streets, so the display winds up being completely worthless.

But for this exercise, I’m pretty happy that I was able to overcome the technical hurdles and produce the reasonably good result you see here, based on a good-sized clump of recent data. It’s a victory and an accomplishment in and of itself!

Maine Line

Two weeks ago, I brought my bike up to Maine and did a short ride with the Kennebec Valley Bike Club. I rode out Route 202 to East Winthrop and met up with eight others and set out on a 30-mile trip around Cobbossee Pond.

The group were mainly fifty-ish, so the pace was pretty relaxed. It was also a mixed group of masters racers, recreational riders, and commuters, so the group didn’t even pretend to hang together. The disorganization was made worse by a ride leader who assumed people knew the route, and who left everyone behind in her hurry to finish the ride and get to something else she’d planned for that afternoon.

The morning was misty and clammy, and a line of showers came through briefly and wet the roads down before the clouds broke up. The route began pretty hilly, but leveled out after a while, and I was pleased when we passed through the beautiful little village between Woodbury and Sand Ponds and stopped at the general store in South Monmouth, the turnaround point.

The group was friendly enough, and I spent a fair amount of time talking with the ride leader, since as the fastest rider of the group she was closest to my pace. I pretty much confirmed my belief that beyond Portland, Maine’s pretty much a cycling wasteland. It’s a shame, because the area would be wonderful, except there are no bike shops, and it takes a few solid LBS’ to establish a local bike culture.

The KVBC group were good enough to ride with, although this ride was pretty short and pretty relaxed: good for end-of-season tooling around, but not much for serious training. Still, as the only thing going, I might visit them again next spring, if circumstances allow.

Das Hub

Hub on Wheels on Storrow Drive

There’s not a whole lot to say about this year’s 50-mile Hub on Wheels ride. A line of showers came through overnight, so it was a little moist at the start, as well as in protected areas like within the Stony Brook Reservation. But the sun was out by the time we took off, and temperatures ranged in the 60s, so it was about as good weather as I’ve ever had for this ride.

Overall it was pretty satisfying, and the best part was that I got 50 miles in and was back home before 11am!

The only disappointment is that none of my riding friends have ever done this ride. I think they’d be surprised, both at how challenging and how scenic it can be.

Now it’s time to pack up for a weekend of mid-90s-degrees riding in Sonoma. The ride report for that will appear in a larger post about the trip in my regular blog, but I’ll be back here again shortly to talk about the end of my 2011-2012 season and a look forward to 2013.

Time for an update on all the news since the PMC.

First was Jay’s annual Labor Day BBQ and ride up Mount Wachusett (GPS log). The ride was pretty fun; after the hill climb, we rode out to Comet Pond and back, but we didn’t stop because Jay was (as usual) stressed to get home before his party guests started arriving. The downside was that I started feeling horribly sick toward the end of the day, which was made all the worse because I was dependent on Jay for a ride home.

The following weekend was the Flattest Century, down in southeastern Mass. While okay, it’s never been my favorite ride, and this year it was made worse because I was sick again: this time *before* the ride. Despite a completely emptied stomach, I managed to finish the ride (GPS log), but it was a titanic struggle. Like CttC, I’m not sure whether I’ll be back for this one next year or not.

Then came Hub on Wheels, the city of Boston’s big organized ride. The weather was almost perfect for this 50-mile ride (GPS log). I only wish some of my friends would come out for this one, since it covers a lot of the parts of Boston that I love riding in, and most of my buddies never ride in town.

And a week after that was my final big ride of the year: a 115-mile jaunt with Paul and Noah that began in Wellesley, then ran southwest into Rhode Island, then crossed over into Connecticut before returning home again (GPS log). The upside was that I realized two longstanding desires: to do my first tri-state ride, and to visit the place known as Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg. The downside was that we had sporadic rain, and my GPS ran out of juice toward the end and stopped recording data. But overall it was a good way to get in the mileage I needed to close the year.

Details of that can wait, as I’ll do a whole separate post summarizing my 2010-2011 season.

One odd thing was how the last two rides ended. After Hub on Wheels, I came home, passed out on the bed for about an hour, then got up and went into the living room. I was doing something at my desk when I heard the characteristic sudden hiss of an inner tube bursting. When I investigated, I found a puncture near the valve stem. Thankfully, it hadn’t let go during the ride, but waited until just afterward, while the bike was just sitting idly in my apartment.

Then, after our tri-state ride I loaded my bike onto Noah’s car and we set out toward Boston. We hadn’t left the parking lot when we heard that same noise. Another tube burst, and again it was at the valve stem (although my rear tire, rather than the front). And again, it was just after I’d finished an important ride, when the bike wasn’t being used or even touched. Ironically, only five minutes earlier Paul had observed that we’d gotten through a 115-mile ride without anyone flatting…

So that’s how the last bit of summer trickled away. Stay tuned for my end of season summary coming up next!

2011 marks the first year I’ve done the Charles River Wheelmen's New Years Day ride since 2005. Being cold-averse, I’ve usually skipped it, but the forecast 50-degree weather inspired me to saddle up and mosey down to the Common, despite roads wet with snow runoff and messy with sand and salt. But it having been six years since my last appearance, I had forgotten just how poorly organized it was.

For some reason, this 20-mile jaunt around town has always attracted a crowd that’s made up primarily of riders that are known as retro-grouches. These are usually men in their 50s and 60s who wear layer upon layer of army surplus weather gear, proudly topped off with reflective vests commonly issued to construction workers.

Retrogrouches are often devoted year-round commuters, and most will happily bend your ear for 90 minutes or more as they describe all the benefits they’ve accrued by not owning a car since 1967. Their 50-pound bikes are weighed down with handmade cardboard fenders and cargo racks comprised of plastic milk crates or cardboard fruit boxes picked out of the trash.

Not that I mind retrogrouches that much; they’re just one of many cycling subcultures, and they’re a pretty innocuous group, so long as you don’t encourage them. But when you have a retrogrouch running an organized ride… you must remember that their highest value is self-reliance, and they are going to expect complete self-reliance from everyone who attends their ride.

So with that as introduction, let’s segue into the narrative.

Before the ride, I’d visited the CRW’s web site to download a GPS tracklog of the route. Hmmm… None available. In fact, searching all the common bike mapping sites online, I couldn’t find a single tracklog anywhere.

Okay, I guess I’ll stoop to reading the annoying cue sheet, with its turn-by-turn directions, and manually convert that into a tracklog. But wait… the CRW’s website doesn’t even offer a cue sheet!

It was at this point that I remembered how often people got lost on this particular ride: something that was the central observation of my writeup of the 2005 New Years ride. Oh boy. Here we go again!

The ride begins at Park Street MBTA station, at a corner of Boston Common right by the State House. I arrived a few minutes beforehand and made sure I grabbed a cue sheet from Eric, the ride’s traditional “organizer”.

The cue sheet is a true classic of retrogrouch style. It was printed in nearly illegible type on a 9-pin dot matrix printer: a device which hasn’t been manufactured in 25 years, and which was el-cheapo technology even back then. It was subsequently duplicated by a photocopier onto thin, curling, specialized fax paper. Do you remember fax machines? Do you remember back in the olden days, when fax paper came on a roll and “plain paper faxes” were a new technological breakthrough? Yup. Say it with me: retrogrouch stylee!

Another feature of the 2011 cue sheet that is both “retro” and “grouch” is that it’s a bit out of date. Directions include going underneath Route 3 and the Central Artery, which were both demolished in 2003 (eight years ago!) as part of the Big Dig. Long-since completed Big Dig construction is mentioned four times on the cue sheet, as is the Boston Tea Party ship, which was destroyed by fire four years ago. As you might expect, the cue sheet doesn’t reflect the reconfiguration of surface streets since the completion of the Big Dig.

But that was barely the beginning, folks! While handing me my cue sheet, Eric also offered me a croissant from a big cardboard box he was carrying, proudly proclaiming that he had found them in a dumpster behind a Dunkin Donuts. He made this same offer to everyone who showed up (thankfully, I didn’t see anyone accept one) and made sure to repeat his offer when he addressed the entire crowd of riders at the start. Clearly, this was a retrogrouch alpha male in his native environment!

After a speech in which he made sure to emphasize that he would be obeying all traffic laws and stopping and waiting at all red lights, Eric announced that he would be sweeping: intentionally being the last rider on the course, to make sure everyone finished. With a brush of his hands, he encouraged people to head out. No one moved.

He waved his hands again. Clearly that was sufficient guidance, was it not? Were these people dense? Still no one moved.

After a few awkward moments, it finally dawned on people that there was no one assigned to lead the front of the ride. Like penguins jostling one another toward the edge of an iceberg, the riders slowly made their way onto Tremont Street, with no one having any idea where they were supposed to be going.

The idea that one person could successfully conduct an organized ride is patently stupid, and doubly stupid to think they can do it from the back of a pack of a hundred riders, frequently split by red lights and traffic. At a minimum, you need ride leaders at the front and back, and it’d be nice to have a few people in the middle to take leadership of groups that get split at red lights. But no. According to the CRW, as long as you have a cue sheet, that’s all the support a “real” rider could ever want or need, right?

Have I mentioned that the route isn’t arrowed, either? Most rides, even CRW rides, have arrows spray-painted on the road surface in order to help riders navigate. But not this one. That’d take all the fun out of it!

2011 CRW New Years Ride

What evolved was what has happened every year I’ve participated in this ride. People clumped together in packs, vaguely guessing where they were going, sometimes making wrong turns and back-tracking, sometimes getting halfway through a busy intersection before someone in the crowd yells “Turn here!”, invoking a sudden and dangerous swerve of the pack. It was navigation by committee, and god help the impatient riders who set off on their own, thinking they could figure it out themselves. Inevitably, they got eaten by predators and were never seen again.

It was, basically, a complete cluster, just like it is every year.

One more anecdote, just to cap things off. Each year, about one third of the riders take part in a nice little group picture, taken at Charlestown Navy Yard in front of Old Ironsides. Why only one third? Because one third of the riders got lost on course and haven’t arrived yet, and another third got there early and promptly continued on, having no knowledge of the planned group photo because it wasn’t mentioned on the cue sheet nor in the pre-ride speech.

With such negligent organization, you might think I hated the ride, but that’s really not the case. It’s easier to accept and deal with incompetence when you have come to expect it, as I have of most events run by the CRW. Although to be fair, their centuries don’t have as many lapses as the New Years ride.

And it’s hard to argue with an ambling pleasure ride around Boston on a winter’s day that reached a wonderful 54 degrees. It’ll be several months before we see those kinds of temperatures again.

I want to report on two recent rides of note.

A week ago Saturday, Jay and I drove up to Laconia, New Hampshire and did a 65-mile ride around Lake Winnipesaukee (GPS log). Although there were no large hills, the route was constantly rolling up and down. That, combined with a strong wind and bad legs, spelled a rough day for me. However, it was late season, so my cycling form really didn’t matter, except for frustrating Jay, who is in the best form of his seventeen-years-younger-than-me life.

The route we selected stayed mostly to large main roads, which meant a lot of speeding traffic, and not many views of the lake. However, when the road did dip down by the lake, the scenery was quite nice, even if the leaves had only just begun to turn at that time.

We stopped for lunch at the Yum Yum Shop (a bakery) in Wolfeboro, and called our riding buddy Paul to make him jealous; he grew up in that town.

We were fortunate, because although the forecast had originally predicted a temperature around 70, it actually climbed above 80, which was a rare late-season treat. Near the end of the ride, Jay was warm enough to request that we stop at Ellacoya State Park for a brief swim, despite the strong wind and chilly water.

All in all, it was a mixed expedition, but it had its rewards, and it’s always good to explore new rides. If I do it again, I think I’ll look for more lakeside deviations from the main roads, especially on the northern edge of the lake.

Orny signing in

The very next day was another first-time ride: Boston’s annual Hub on Wheels cycling festival, which includes a 50-mile ride around town. I did this one alone (GPS log), which I figured would be good, since I could take it easy and ride slowly, without having to worry about slowing my buddies down. Really, I was mostly interested in getting a little closer to my mid-October mileage goal, as well as participating in a ride I’d hoped to do for several years.

It didn’t work out that way, though. In an effort to avoid getting stuck in the mass of 4,000 riders, I lined up at the front, then set a quick pace on the first leg down the length of a car-free Storrow Drive and back. Getting off at the Bowker overpass and circling the West Fens, I surprised myself by leading for one of the front groups of hammerheads.

As we tracked down through JP toward Dedham, we gradually shed weaker riders, particularly on Peters Hill in the Arboretum and Bellvue Hill, where I took great pleasure in cracking a poseur in his little Lance Armstrong Radio Shack team kit.

Orny in yellow, bottom center

While we weren’t the absolute front of the ride, I was proud to be only person who stayed in contact with one guy who went off the front of our pack. Eventually we re-formed into another small group before getting briefly hung up in the crowd of people doing one of the shorter routes.

When we got to Pope John Paul Park at the mouth of the Neponset River, the route signs directed us into a never-ending circle within the park. Knowing my way around that area, I bailed immediately, but because I happened to be at the end of our paceline at the time, none of the other riders in my pack saw me, and I rode alone the rest of the way back to the finish.

I was extremely surprised at finishing the 50-mile route in less than 3 hours clock time, averaging about 18 mph despite the strong wind, the many stops and starts in the urban street network, some extremely rough “surfaces”, and (of course) having worn out legs from the previous day’s hilly 65-mile ride. It was a very strong performance, which was very rewarding after sucking so badly the day before.

Although the ride took place almost entirely within the confines of the city of Boston, the route was actually surprisingly scenic. While I was already familiar with about 80 percent of the route, there were a few new bits, which kept things a little interesting.

It was a fun ride, and one I’d recommend. But if you’re a regular rider, make every effort to get there early, so that you can line up at the head of the pack, which is probably 60 percent recreational riders. Oh, and I don’t suggest pre-registering, since the Hub on Wheels ride has historically had pretty foul weather. 2010 had the best conditions in years, and it was only partly sunny and struggled to break 70 degrees.

Lotta news in the cycling world.

First, it’s Boston’s Bike Week, which meant a brief ride from city hall to a press conference somewhere where the mayor gave a speech. This year, the ride ended on the Commonwealth Avenue mall, two blocks from my house, so that mayor Menino could unveil the new bike lanes on Comm Ave (more on those later). In addition to enduring the obligatory advertising and self-congratulations, I obtained a cowbell that I might use on the PMC, and the email address of a guy at Bikes Belong who might be able to get me their team kit, which I find quite attractive.

Those new bike lanes on Comm Ave showed up a few days ago, and I haven’t made up my mind whether I like them or not. Rather than being at the right of the roadway, where people have always traditionally biked, they are at the extreme left. For me, that’s a very uncomfortable place to be, and it presents traffic flow problems both when I turn from Mass Ave onto Comm, and where I turn right to leave Comm by my house. The biggest benefit of the lanes is that they give cyclists a dedicated lane in the underpass going beneath Mass Ave. I’ll be interested to see if the general public adopts these unexpected left-hand lanes or not.

But the biggest news for me is last Sunday’s CRW Spring Century ride. In addition to being my first 100-mile ride of the year, it was the first time I’d done this particular ride, which runs around northeastern Mass and southeastern New Hampshire. The weather was fabulous, and the route, which goes through Harold Parker State Forest and along and over the Merrimack River, was surprisingly very scenic.

Not that there weren’t any glitches. The route directed us with typical “CRW precision” over a three-mile stretch of stripped road. This was followed by a mile of closed road along the Merrimack that was partially washed out. And none of the rest stops had any bananas, which are a staple of endurance athletes.

I shared the ride with buddies Jay, Paul, Lynda, and Suzanne, which made for a great day, which we ended with sammidges at Kelly’s Roast Beef. You can find the GPS report here.

I also used the opportunity to practice collecting and assembling video footage, which will come in handy for other major rides this season. Here’s my first attempt at a video ride report: (click through if the player reports an error)

Yesterday I rode the Boston Marathon route for the first time, first from Boston out to the Hopkinton start, and then back the same way the runners do it.

While it wasn’t the most scenic ride, I did get to visit two former residences of mine in Natick. Although I’d never thought about it, I’ve lived within a block of the marathon route for the past 20 years. I also threw in an over-and-back of Summit Ave in Brookline, just to further work my legs.

I timed my return trip, which took 92 minutes, a little more than half an hour faster than the record pace set by Monday’s winner. In the end, it was a decent ride, and I definitely stressed the legs.

Then last night I attended a hastily-organized Boston Bike Safety Summit, which was held in response to three recent accidents involving cyclists.

In attendance were top-level brass from several city and state departments, who all echoed the same message: that cyclists are going to be heard and taken into account. While we’ve heard such messages before, I was encouraged to see the heads of the MBTA, MassDOT, and BPD all making some firm, on-the-spot commitments to improving conditions for cyclists.

After the obligatory feel-good political speeches, the majority of the evening was devoted to hearing the opinions and suggestions of the cyclists in the audience. Although there was some chaff, I was very impressed with the diversity and thoughtfulness of the suggestions.

For myself, I spent my one minute of allocated microphone time as follows:

To increase safety on Boston’s roads, you need to do two things: identify risky behaviors and then control them. Identifying them is easy: for drivers, it’s aggressive driving and distracted driving; for cyclists, it’s running stops, going the wrong way on one-way streets, and not being visible at night; for pedestrians it’s crossing against the light.

There are actually laws currently on the books to control all of these behaviors, but they historically have never been enforced. People will continue to die on the streets of Boston—particularly cyclists and pedestrians—until those regulations are taken at least as seriously as writing a ticket for someone parking on Comm Ave without a resident sticker. Thank you.

And after the session ended, I cornered MBTA GM Rich Davey and told him about a cool idea I saw in the May issue of Bicycling magazine. One reason why Minneapolis won their award for best cycling city in the nation is that they provide a standalone replica of the rack found on city buses, so that cyclists can practice putting their bikes onto them. To support my point, another cyclist standing beside me commented that it was very nerve-wracking the first time he had to put his bike on a bus rack, while the driver and other passengers all waited for him. So if you see or hear about these coming to the MBTA, remember: you heard it here first!

Here’s hoping, anyways.

UPDATED: I’m (mis)quoted in this article.

Over the past few months, I’ve been re-reading my back catalog of cycling magazines, pulling out points that I thought were worth remembering and/or sharing. I’m publishing my findings in five installments. I’ll start you off easy with this first installment, which contains a handful of interesting historical factoids.

  • At the time of their invention in the late 19th century, bicycles were true state of the art technology. Important inventions such as the pneumatic tire and ball bearings were originally discovered while searching for ways to improve early bicycles.
  • It is a common misperception that the invention of the automobile was what prompted America to improve its mostly dirt and mud road system. However, it was the League of American Wheelmen—an organization of bicyclists—who founded the Good Roads Movement in 1880, and who led the group for its first twenty-five years. Ironically, although automobile drivers benefited tremendously from this effort, today’s drivers sneer at cyclists, who have to fight (legally and sometimes physically) for the right to use the very roads they created.
  • In similar vein, recall that the Wright Brothers used their bicycle shop to generate the capital to build the first flying machine, using bike parts from the shop and mechanical skills they’d gained in producing bikes. One of the bike shop employees even built their first aircraft engine. Despite the bicycle’s contribution to early aviation, today’s airlines require cyclists to pay a surcharge of as much as $175 each way to transport a properly packed bicycle.
  • The bicycle was also an important factor in female emancipation and the suffrage movement, because it gave women freedom of travel. The bike also prompted the development of bloomers, driving the first nail in the coffin of restrictive dress such as corsets and ankle-length skirts. Susan B. Anthony stated in 1896: “Let me tell you what I think of bicycling. I think it has done more to emancipate women than anything else in the world. It gives women a feeling of freedom and self-reliance. I stand and rejoice every time I see a woman ride by on a wheel… the picture of free, untrammeled womanhood.” And Frances Willard of the WCTU praised cycling in a book entitled, “How I Learned to Ride the Bicycle”.
  • In 1955, President Dwight D. Eisenhower suffered a heart attack and was attended by Dr. Paul Dudley White of Roxbury, Harvard, and MGH. Dr. White, a cycling advocate himself, prescribed bicycling for its cardiovascular benefits. The 17-mile Charles River bike path in Boston is named in his honor.
  • Speaking of Boston, our first bike club, the Massachusetts Bicycle Club, was founded in 1879. Five years later, they built their headquarters at 152 Newbury Street. The building is located directly across the street from my condo and now houses the Snowden International School.
  • Finally, Democratic presidential candidate Howard Dean’s political career began in 1978 when he proposed a bike path in Lake Champlain, Vermont.
Ornoth @ Bike Week

Finally found the photo of me that I'd mentioned in this post. It appeared in the Boston Metro newspaper on 5/12/2009. It was taken at Christopher Columbus Park, where I was attending the kickoff speech given by Mayor Menino at the 2009 Bay State Bike Week celebration.

You can see the full image here (or by clicking on the thumbnail), or you can see it in the context of the newspaper here.

Being May

May. 17th, 2009 09:47 am

It’s May, so things have started happening.

A week ago Sunday I did the full/long Quad Cycles ride for the first time this year, rather than bailing at Northside (Gammy’s) in Bedford. It only added 10 miles to my day, but it was my first 75-mile day of the year. It being May, I returned home with eyes that were absolutely encrusted with pollen.

Bike Week press conference

While standing at our lunch stop at Ferns in Carlisle, we ran into Billy Starr, the founder of the Pan-Mass Challenge. We exchanged a few words, and he encouraged us to see if we could flush out any more riders for this year’s event. So if you’re on the fence this year, please sign up. There’s many options as far as length and fundraising commitment, and the classic Sturbridge to Provincetown route is still open!

Last Monday I went to the official Bay State Bike Week kickoff ride and press conference. The ride was a bit silly—just from City Hall to Columbus Park, about as far as you could throw a baseball—but the press conference was a bit interesting.

In the photo at right you get to see Mayor Menino (speaking), Mass Highway Commissioner Luisa Paiewonsky behind his shoulder, next to Boston Bike Program Director and former racer Nicole Freedman, lifelong bike advocate Doug Mink in the back, and MassBike director David Watson at right.

Apparently the Metro newspaper also carried a photo of the event that included me! I haven’t seen it yet (I hope to get a copy), but it must be a prominent and recognizable likeness, because both a former coworker and a fellow Quad Cycles rider both commented on it to me.

2009 PMC Zipcar

Amazingly, as I biked back from the press conference, I stopped in a line of traffic at a red light at Commercial/Causeway/No Washington. What’s that on my left? A spuddy-van Zipcar all painted up in 2009 Pan-Mass jersey colors! Last year Zipcar Saran-Wrapped a van in PMC colors, and apparently they did so again this year. Quick like bull I whipped out the camera and took the accompanying snap.

The amusing bit is that about fifteen minutes after I got home, David Hellman, the PMC’s Director of Operations, tweeted the following: http://twitpic.com/4ziqi Zip Car is doing it again in 2009 for the PMC http://twitpic.com/4zish zipcar.com/pmc

Then Wednesday was such a beautiful day that I decided to go even longer, making it my first (100 mile) century ride of the year, something I’m not usually ready for until June or July. And I cranked through it, too, finishing in seven hours clock time, which includes a 30-minute ice cream stop at Kimball’s. I got through it with relatively few complaints, although both my knees and leg muscles required some time to recover.

Bobby and Buff Jr.

And yesterday I did the Quad ride, which did 62 miles, giving me a day’s total of 77 miles, although I took it very easy after Wednesday’s stressor. The ride featured a return to stopping at Kimball’s for ice cream. Although a group of over 50 riders began the ride, by Kimball’s it was down to four: Bobby, Paul, Michael, and I. Bobby wanted a reprise of his photo feeding Buff the Powerbar-Eating Goat, so I took care of that for him. Another good day in the saddle.

As I indicated, this is also Bay State Bike Week. They have a mileage challenge this year, and I pledged 150 miles and rode 184, between the kickoff “ride”, the solo century, and yesterday’s Quad ride.

And I’ve just completed editing my first video fundraising appeal for my Pan-Mass Challenge ride. It’ll be up and announced shortly, as I kick off this year’s fundraising drive. I hope it goes over well!

I attended several of the public sessions of the Boston Bikes Summit, a gathering of bike experts sponsored by the mayor’s office, and I thought I’d share a few things I learned that might be of broader interest. Note that I have no knowledge of what went on in the closed-door meetings, nor do I have any more information about any of these topics than what I’ve shared here.

One of the things I’ve heard from several angles is an emphasis on implenting tangible, demonstrable results. In the past, there’s been a lot of plans and strategies, but they failed in the face of typically obstinate bureaucratic resistance. What I heard at the Summit is that the people involved are focused on actually making something happen, which I find encouraging.

Most of what I have to share has to do with specific projects outlined by the MAPC and DCR. The most noteworthy of those (IMO) included:

  • 2008 reconstruction of Mass Ave from Huntington Ave to Albany Street
  • Ongoing reconstruction of Comm Ave from Kenmore to BU Bridge
  • Planned extension of Charles River paths to the Newton Marriott. Do they presently go any further than Prospect St in Waltham?
  • Planned extension of the Neponset River Greenway north to Boston and west to Paul’s Bridge in Milton/Readville. This would *totally* rock.
  • Planned Riverway to Kenmore/Charles River path connector (yay!)
  • Planned Charles River to Minuteman connector around Grove St to School St in Watertown (yay!)
  • Several recently-completed path reconstructions by the DCR, including Nonatum Rd, Daly Field, Soldiers Field, Watertown Square
  • Presumably the DCR will be shutting down the Paul Dudley White path to perform a wholesale reconstruction of the path on the Boston side of the river from the BU Bridge to Cambridge Street. Sadly, it sounds like this will not include the awful stretch from Cambridge St to Western Ave, but it may include rebuilding the terrible BU Bridge underpass.
  • Deer Island has a bike path around it; that’s new since I was last out there and was prohibited from getting anywhere near the waste treatment plant

I was surprised and delighted, since I had no knowledge of many of these developments. I think one of the things Nicole Freedman and Massbike leadership could do that would have an immediate positive impact is to simply actively share this kind of information with the public, so that we can both understand and celebrate upcoming enhancements as well as make plans to circumnavigate expected disruptions.

Now for the negatives:

  • There was no visible participation by the MBTA
  • There was no news or information about the planned extension of the Minuteman from Davis Square to Lechmere
  • One of the “quick wins” was the installation of more bike racks, which—unless they’re somehow made more secure than a simple rack—will discourage riders from ever cycling again after the first time they get their ride stolen
  • I feel that changing drivers’ attitudes is the single most important factor in cyclist safety on the roads, and I heard very little about that during the presentations

Finally, I’d like to echo comments I heard at the presentations that if you value the attention and effort that Boston, the state, and other public and private agencies are devoting to cycling, please take the time to send a letter of thanks, starting with Mayor Menino and Nicole Freedman.

Sorry; I misspoke earlier. I haven’t got tendonitis, but bursitis. It’s owie, and slow to heal. I brought it on by trying to go from six miles per week to 150 miles per week in one leap, with no ramp-up. A lot of that is because work has kept me from riding much during the week, and the weekends have been spotty.

After a couple weeks of living with it, I finally admitted defeat on June 18th. In the past three weeks, I’ve barely been on the bike at all, and only done one ride longer than two miles. The bursitis has been pretty bad, and it’s lousy timing, since this is supposed to be the height of my training. Last year at this time I’d covered over 2500 miles; this year I’ve done much less than half that.

Now I’m going to go into the ride undertrained, which really shouldn’t be too bad, as long as my knees have recovered and hold together; that’s my main concern, which is why I’m resting, rather than pushing to get back on the bike.

However, the Fourth of July has always been a day I take off and bike. This year I got back on and went out to Waltham to meet my coworker Jay, and rode back to Boston, showing him the Charles River bike paths that he could take to commute in to work.

It was all good until he flatted a couple miles from home. I patched his tube and we continued, but he’s a stocky guy, and he blew out the patch after about a half mile. I pulled out my spare tube, only to discover a gaping hole in it. So I put two more patches on the old tube. But as I was getting the tire back over the bead, I pinched the tube and it popped. So we wound up walking our bikes a mile and a half back to my place, where I gave him a new tube and sent him home.

The highlight, tho, was getting to ride on Storrow Drive, one of Boston’s busiest highways, which is closed one day each year on the Fourth. And even that’ll stop soon, since they’re moving the fireworks over to Boston Harbor starting in 2008 or so.

Overall, I did maybe 30 miles, which was a lot more than I originally intended. My knees… were a little ginger. They definitely need more time to heal, but at least I was able to put a few miles in. And now I know where I stand: my knees are recovering, but need another week or two of rest. And there’s only four weeks to the ride.

One benefit to reduced training hours is that I had the time to send out a ton of fundraising letters. I’m well ahead of even last year’s record pace, although I’m not sure that in the end I’ll raise as much as I did last year. That’ll take a lot more money, and only time will tell.

Another benefit of the time off is that I was able to get the bike into the shop for routine maintenance. The only major item was that I needed to replace my bottom bracket. So the bike’s in good shape now… better shape than the rider, that’s for sure!

Oh yeah, and I bought a tiny new point & shoot camera for use on the ride, so you can look forward to better pictures, as well as some movie clips, after this year’s ride!

The other thing I’ve been experimenting with are devices to reduce wind noise, which is a real problem when riding. I saw an advertisement for Slipstreamz, and went to their site, where they say the way to test how much noise is reduced by their product is to put a finger right next to the leading edge of your ear, which does seem to make a big difference.

So a week or so ago I took a couple foam tubes—okay, they were Nerf darts—and taped them to one of the straps of my helmet. They really do seem to work, but they look kinda silly, like peyot, the wispy curly sideburns thingies that Hasidic Jews have. So I actually ordered some Slipstreamz, and will report back how effective they are once I’ve given them a thorough testing.

But that isn’t happening yet. Gotta let the damage control process continue to work on the kneecaps. I miss being out on the road, tho.

Well, things didn’t get much better after my last rant. The rain continued until yesterday, which was only the third day of sun all month. It has been, in fact, one of the four coldest Mays in recorded history.

Last week the Garage de Velo, a messenger-oriented bike shop near South Station, went out of business, and I swung by to see what I could scavenge. It actually wound up being pretty profitable, as I picked up a “compact, ultra-light” CarbOne mini pump to replace my hated Blackburn frame pump (saving 140g), as well as some minimalist SPD pedals to replace my bulky SPD-and-resin-platform ones (saving another 115g). I haven’t had occasion to try the pump yet, but the pedals seem to be solidly functional, despite being beat up and one-sided. Well worth the twenty bucks.

A few weeks ago I also broke the frame on my very pricey Rudy Project sunglasses. Not having the spare cash to replace them, I followed a pointer in a MassBike posting to http://www.safetyglassesusa.com/, which sells, as you might expect, industrial safety glasses. Now, safety glasses have come a long way in recent years, and I wound up buying a pair of polarized Radians Revelations ($10), a pair of Revelations with clear lenses for nighttime riding ($5), and a pair of stylish Crews Tremor with a blue frame and mirrored blue lenses ($6). Three pairs of glasses for about one-sixth of the purchase price of my old Rudy’s, and these, too, seem to do the job pretty adequately.

While I was at my writers’ summit I also had the bike in the shop, which included replacing the headset.

Of course, none of these purchases have helped my riding any. Friday I went out and did 40 miles, which was probably my first decent ride in a month. I was checking out a potential new commute, and I was really impressed by our Massachusetts roads. Having lived here for sixteen years, I understand the road system, but I swear I got lost a half dozen times by trying to follow a road (the Mystic Valley Parkway) which occurs in at least four distinct, non-contiguous segments in different areas! That’s gonna take a bit more scouting.

Then, yesterday being the only nice day of the month, I went and joined the Quad Cycles group ride, which went well enough until my legs simply gave out approaching Carlisle. From there on, I was the slowest rider in the group (and there are some real slow people on that ride). It was pure lack of muscle power and excess lactic acid buildup, undoubtedly because I haven’t been able to start my training yet. Very discouraging, but at least I don’t have to peak until August.

If you’ve ever driven in Boston, you know what it’s like to have no idea where you are, no idea how you got there, no idea where you’re going, and no idea how to get there. New arrivals are often amazed that Bostonians can successfully navigate the constantly-shifting maze that is our downtown street network.

Each year, the Charles River Wheelmen run a 20-mile New Years Day bike ride around the city of Boston. It’s a pretty fun ride, and hits some of Boston’s more interesting landmarks, as well as a couple of the city’s hills. These rides attract one or two hundred participants, including people who have lived and ridden in Boston all their lives; people who have been members of the Boston Bicycle Advisory Committee for decades; the city’s bicycling coordinator; members of the MassBike Board of Directors. In other words, people who should know these streets like the back of their hands.

Yet it never fails. Despite the fact that the route is almost entirely the same every year, and despite the fact that every rider is given a cue sheet at the start, every year the entire ride goes off-course. Not just once, but a half dozen times. It doesn’t matter whether it’s a new configuration of surface roads near the Big Dig, or side streets in Charlestown that haven’t changed in centuries. It always feels a bit more like a scavenger hunt than it does a directed tour.

I haven’t said much here in a long time, so maybe it’s time for a “state of the state” posting. But first…

Ten thousand miles.

Of course, it might sound even more impressive as 16,000 kilometers.

That’s the distance from Anchorage, Alaska to Miami, Florida and back.

If you were driving a car at 50 miles an hour, eight hours a day, that would take you an entire month to cover.

Now imagine doing that on a bike.

10,000 milesToday I took an easy little ride from Quad Cycles with Jer & Sha (and made my first stop at Kimball’s Farm this year), but along the way, on the Minuteman bike path, my cyclometer tripped 10,000 miles. That’s an event worth observing.

Amusingly, in this very journal I wrote: my four-year goal of 10,000 miles, which I predict eclipsing around next June. That was written last October 9. I guess I have quite a good handle on how much I ride!

That accomplishment took me three years, seven months, and three weeks. That’s how long it’s been since October 15 2000, when I bought my Devinci Monaco. The most miles I’ve done in one year was 3400, but my average is about 2850. I always do the most miles in July, when I average about 475 miles for the month. My biggest single month was July 2001, when I put 558 miles down.

That’s a total of 191 weeks, during which time I biked all but ten weeks, and half of those were due to my 2002 bout with pre-patellar bursitis. An average of 55 miles per week, every week, throughout the entire year. My longest single week was 221 miles, which was over the 2002 Pan-Mass Challenge.

That’s 707 hours on the bike—about four hours per week—at an average speed of about 14 MPH (23 kph). The most time I was in the saddle in a week was 13 hours 40 minutes. The best average speed over a week was 17.25 MPH, again on the ’02 PMC. The top speed I ever hit was 44.9 MPH (72 KPH), at Purgatory Chasm on the ’03 PMC.

So those are the numbers as my odometer clicked over to five digits.

Since I’ve written so little thus far this year, here’s a snapshot of how I’m doing in 2004.

For no particular reason I can point to, I appear to be noticeably stronger this year than last. I started upping my miles about a month earlier than I did last year, and even got a long 80-mile ride in last month. It’s been an uphill fight, though, as we’ve again had a long stretch of cold, rainy weather throughout April and May.

I’ve been doing all the local hills repeatedly: Great Blue Hill, Prospect Hill, Summit Ave, Bellvue Hill, Bussey Hill, Dot Heights, the Dinosaur, and many more, all with no problems. At the same time, though, my goal of climbing more of the larger mountains in the region is sadly stalled due to lack of transportation.

Looking forward to this year’s PMC, I forsee no problems other than the fundraising, which needs to start in earnest next week.

Assuming the job hunt is productive, I will be looking for a new bike, but I’m certain it won’t happen before the PMC. But if it does come this year, then next year I’ll be considering participating in the Boston Brevet Series, at least the 200k, and quite possibly the 300k. But we’ll see about that.

But for now I’ll take satisfaction in breaking the ten thousand mile barrier. That’s one hell of a lot of road, and I remember many of those miles very well. It’s been quite a ride, and it’s really impressive to think that I have been capable of transporting myself that distance, powered solely by my legs, my lungs, and my heart.

Ten thousand one, ten thousand two, ten thousand three…

This year's Midnight Ride was interesting. It runs from midnight to 8am, and is mostly an architectural tour of Boston. Unfortunately, so much time is wasted in keeping the huge, slow-moving group together that less than half that time is spent riding. This year's tour stopped at the Vendome Fire Memorial while the tour leaders talked about my building and its history, which includes the 1972 fire that is infamous for the deaths of nine firemen (story, photos). We also went through the Ted Williams Tunnel under Boston Harbor and rode the East Boston Greenway before returning, again through the tunnel, and we got to see the sun rise by the Kennedy Library and Castle Island. I've put some photos on the Cycling Photos page. Unfortunately, my knee didn't react well to being back on the bike again, and I'm really paying the price. I'm hoping it won't wind up being a persistent issue...

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