Category: Ride Reports

2014 New Year Dongshan Ride

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Same ol’ story. Kids went to their aunty and uncle’s house so I went out for a ride. As I was dealing with an ample amount of time I decided against a flatland cruise and opted for the pristine beauty of the hills of Dongshan.

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I set off at about 10:30 after a short chat with the neighbors kids who are here for the holidays. They were telling me that the other kid was there because her mother had stayed up all night playing majhong so was too tired to take of her and had just left her there while she went to sleep. Hmm, kids are so damn honest, not a soul would mention the illegal gambling there, despite how blatantly obvious it is.

Gambling aside, I headed off in the wonderfully warm weather that has been dished out this lunar new year.

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After a long stretch I passed the familiar sweet potato guy. I really don’t know how much business he gets there, but he’s there almost everytime I pass by.

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In Liujia I took a slightly different route which bypassed some of the more crowded parts of the town.

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The sports center was quite empty as the sun was out. Oh, the wonders of have the opposite thinking about sunny skies.

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Shortly after I hit the foothills. The picture above was for no reason other than “here are hills”.

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I took a short break to remove my shirt as I was getting quite warm and wanted to bathe in the sunshine.

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I was hot enough at the rest stop to need to fill up with Super Supau. The motorbikes in the view decided that trying to slip in before the convoy of cars would be a good idea, then changed their minds and just sat in the middle of one lane waiting to get hit. Never mind that behind the convoy was completely clear, they still wanted to squeeze in. Quality of driving… sigh.

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The rolling hills came and went. As I ride this area more and become familiar with the hills, so the easier they become. Perhaps it is for this same reason that I ride the flats so much. They are so familiar, there are no surprises, I know how long it will take to get home, I know when the next tough climb is and when I can get some water. I also know exactly what is good about the ride, similar to watching a favorite movie again and again.

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The turnoff to the temple signals the start of the main climbing portion of the ride. It heads up fairly steeply, but the road has been paved recently and is quite easy to zip up. The main portion to the temple took me around 20 minutes, but could be done in much less.

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The temple is when the real fun begins because there are almost no cars or people up there. Although the road to the trailhead is rough, it’s still driveable. It’s a bit of cranking in very low gears on the bike. The short burst to the flatter top section is brief.

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There is trail system around here which I have never explored so today would be a good time to start. An MTB with slicks is not the most sensible choice, but is quite doable. Only the rockiest of trails are too tough to ride and those tend to be short sections.

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The path up looked quite steep but started off with quite a promising cemented section. Usually this means that someone at some time has needed to get a car up there. That also means that it will be rideable, even with only slicks. Actually a road bike should be fine too, except for the lack of low gearing (ie. you just need stronger legs).

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After passing a small house the cemented sections disappeared. But the trails that were left were wonderful. Having little gusto left in my legs I did have dismount for some rockier sections and take breaks after hard pushes. Sometimes the going is so steep that walking makes more sense and probably uses less energy overall.

An aside:

This has started me thinking how rideable these trails are for a regular (front suspension, knobbly tires) mountain bike. There are further trails to explore and it turns out that I’d picked the short “tourist hike” which has a stairway straight up from the temple below. Something for another day.

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The scale is so large that the orange loop on the map above is, by my calculations, barely a square kilometer.

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From the top it’s a bird’s eye view of the hills. The clouds had come over and blocked the view somewhat, but it was good. I had a long chat with some folks at the top, and the most talkative guy suggested I should start an English school in his town and he’d invest financially. Who knows?

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I made the dash home as I was feeling tired, the main temple came and went.

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I stopped in briefly at the other, smaller temple (is there a theme developing).

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I just took in the miles, taking a rest by the road as I headed past Liujia.

I stopped at the sweet potato guy and ate two of those while on the road home, which provided some relief for my hungry tummy, although it didn’t relieve my headache. The headache was most likely from all the sun on my pale skin. Now that spring has sprung it’s time to get some rays.

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And, as all my rides conclude I went through the farmlands. More and more I’m avoiding the towns and  cities, I was shattered by this point, but still chose the tiny, unkept roads.

Next time around I’ll aim for the much longer trail to the south of the trailhead. It appears to be about 4km and lands up by the smaller temple above, even it becomes unrideable I can still push my bike. Preparing some appropriate footwear for walking, or just going barefoot, would be in order if I were to try that.

2013 Tropic of Cancer Randonneurs 400k

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October 5th and 6th, 2013 were the 2013 Tropic of Cancer Randonneurs 400k. This ride was one of the most devastating I’ve ever done, it was fun, tiring and had an unexpected ending.

The day started with the typical commute to the start line. I headed off at around 4 in the morning to get the start line with plenty of time to take a quick rest, sign in and consume some food.

The water tower pictured above just caught my eye. I don’t see too many of these, so there you go. You’re welcome.

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The sunrise was typically wonderful, rising over the hills to the east. I look forward to this every time I head to the start of these rides. The sun over the hills, the lush green fields, and I’ll conveniently forget the stench emitting from some of the nearby factories. Glorious for the eyes, though.

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I got to the start with plenty of time. So I lay down and went to sleep for a while, remembering to turn on my alarm so that I wouldn’t just miss the start.

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The organizers were all ready and I went to grab my numbers and other little bits before the start. Much the same as the 200k and 300k I did, but with slightly fewer entrants. Not too surprising really.

One fellow I had hoped to get a chat with was Jake Pollock who people were talking about as the foreigner with the fixie coming in before the final checkpoint had even opened. Well, we got to chat for a little bit, but as soon as the road went upward he left me in the dust. Really, hats off for doing it on a fixie, albeit a very nice fixie, and for going it at a pretty fast clip.

Worth mentioning is that Mark Roche wasn’t at this one, so I knew I’d have to find someone else to latch onto for some motivation later in the ride.

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I made quick work of the first checkin. I did the checkin and then pushed on. I had taken a bunch of stuff to eat with me, so gobbled down some on the road after leaving the checkpoint.

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Cruising along, this bridge is one I usually avoid. There is a small, tree-lined road that provides a much nicer view and is slightly flatter and shorter. However, as I found when riding to Hehuan Mountain, there are no lights at night, so I’ll be relegated to this big road for night rides in the future.

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The main road goes over the train track, the alternative goes under it.

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I had managed to stick with some fellow riders and was hoping that they would lead me in the right direction. However, they were as clueless as I was. We waited for some time for other riders to come. Some did come, told us to go straight, and that turned out to be the wrong way and we took and alternative sideroad to join back to the main road a little while later.

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These guys got to pull me along for a while. We didn’t get to much chatting, but they did help me to keep up the pace for a bit.

Aside: I really dislike the pace of most of the riders I follow. Perhaps there is something to be said for the culture of cycling that I grew up with. For me, consistent pace is of utmost important. I find so often that the folks I ride with accelerate really quickly, but inevitably get caught at the next traffic light. I see this as completely inefficient. Gathering speed is really taxing and takes far more energy than maintaining speed. I’d much rather gather speed slowly, then keep up a good rhythm. Racing to a red light just seems silly to me. Slow down, cruise to the light and try to catch it as it turns green for the minimum of effort.

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This house looks awesome. Abandoned, but must have been great while in use.

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The reprieve after the first big climb. Not too many pictures after this.

After the downhill I started to realize just how much I was struggling. I didn’t feel at all right and was wondering what it was.

I can pinpoint two things.

First was not riding my bike. Duh! Between the last big ride and this one I had hardly done any riding. I’m not the most regular at the best of times, but I had slipped out of shape without realizing it. It should have been obvious, but only when I thought back did I realize how little I’d done.

Secondly was single-leg pistol squats. An exercise I had added back into my training routine on the Thursday. Bad move. My hamstrings were sore, I thought they might loosen up over the ride, they did, but not enough. It was a lingering tiredness that raised its ugly head every time I put unnecessary pressure on the pedals, just spinning was fine at first, but even that got tiring later on.

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A little way before the turning point was this beautiful view of a valley. I always love these, even if the river is all destroyed. Cliffs pouring down into the valley are awesome.

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From the other side the cliff looked like this.

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The turnaround point was not too much later and it turned out to be a much longer stop than I had hoped. I was very tired and had consumed a lot more food than I thought I’d need. That meant I was struggling, both because I could eat too much and because I was going slow enough to easily eat more.

I chatted with Noles, the organizer, for a bit and finally headed on.

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The next time I felt like taking a picture was at the sluice. I was hurting and not liking my chances of completion.

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At some point after I met this dude. He had a pace I could follow and we chatted for some time. We also helped to find the way as we were heading into the evening.

I was fading fast and becoming quite unmotivated.

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I even managed to start taking random photos of nothing.

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I kept going over in my mind if I could make it to the finish. I hardly ever give up on a ride, but this time we passed within 25km of the house. I had very little left in me and decided to leave this battle for another day.

A quick call to the organizer to tell him I’d dropped out and then a slow ride back to my house.

If I’m going to continue to do these rides and continue to do the longer ones I’m going to have to ride more. I’ve put much less time into training these days, and it shows. Although I don’t have time for long training rides I think I’m going to have to at least incorporate some interval training into my exercise schedule. At least that way I’ll keep my cycling muscles in some sort of shape, rather than turning into jelly.

Finally, it needs to be said that this ride was great. I’ll need to give it a bash another time though.

2013 Tropic of Cancer Randonneurs 300k

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The Tropic of Cancer Randonneurs 300k was held on July 27, 2013 (stretching a tad into the 28th). The start was at the Tropic of Cancer park near Chiayi and took a large loop up to Sun Moon Lake, then back past Chiayi down as far as Guantian, heading west for a bit, then back north to Chiayi.

The weather was as expected, being plenty hot, although not quite as bad as the scorching 200k a month earlier. I had been off the bike for almost the whole month between the two events, but still had some crazy idea that I was fit enough to finish this thing.

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As per usual, I headed to the start of the event in the early morning, adding 50km of commuting to the start of a long event. I may have said it before, but this behavior is not the best, and took a heavy toll in the next race I’d do.

But, the morning ride is always pleasant, with no people, cars or anything for that matter, the perfect time for a ride. Also, although still repressive, the heat is tolerable because the sun is not out.

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I arrived at the starting place, then put my head down for some time to get a bit or rest before the start. I was quite early and slowly but surely the people started to roll in after around 6 o’clock.

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I can’t remember if we had checked beforehand, but I knew Mark Roche would be here for this ride. He had pretty much dragged me through the entire ride at the 200k and I was ever so grateful that he had come this time and I was ready to let his rock-solid pacing guide me through to the end.

I’m quite erratic with pacing and tend to get in consistent bursts of many minutes, followed by some rest minutes. When pacing in a group with Mark he shows me what I’ve missed about riding with serious, seasoned cyclists.

When competing in races in South Africa (I haven’t done any here), as long as you stuck in the first few groups you were guaranteed to have a fast, fairly easy go to the finish. My first races in high school were marked by me being on my lonesome, which is SO much harder than in a group. Although I have to fight to stay on the back of some groups, the respite comes when you hit the flats again and the rest of the group eases off.

Mark is really solid and although he doesn’t show it, I bet he’s thinking, “I’m doing all the pulling here.” Sorry, mate.

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Also along for the ride this time was a friend of Marks from Kaohsiung (name slipped my mind). He looked strong on his 20″ wheeled folding bike. Hats off to him.

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I had planned to do fewer and shorter stops this time around as during the last ride the long stops had contributed to finishing very close to the cut off time. I went into the first stop, got my card stamped and then proceeded to have a bit while riding, saving a few minutes and passing Mark and co in the process.

The stop was followed shortly by a big climb. It’s quite steep and there are many cars. I just follow the route and most of the time I just watch where the person in front goes. The road heads up quite sharply, but once we hit the summit, it turns off onto a much quieter road. I believe this is where I got my first puncture, I patched it up then pushed on.

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The road then plummets back down into the valley, but sticks to the small roads.

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This bridge seems quite out of place because there is really nothing around there as far as I can tell. Taking a picture while careering downhill is not recommended. I stayed on the bike, however.

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Once the descent is over you’re rewarded with bamboo trees hanging over the small road. The light shines through the bamboo which gives the contrast of light and dark, with the warmth of the sun and the coolness of shade all mixed together. This stretch goes on for a few kilometers taking us to the start of the climb to Sun Moon Lake.

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The big climb is then upon us. Out in the open and completely exposed to the sun I trudged my way up the 21. It’s a long climb, but with a very even grade, so I just slip into a nice gear and spin it all the way up.

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As I climb upwards the view becomes better and better.

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There was a rest stop with food and drinks towards the top of the climb. What a reprieve. I glugged down what they had and then set off quickly. I still wanted to keep my rests short and stay on the bike. It was hard to avoid not stopping at this point. Although an optional stop, it was great thinking on their part to provide drinks at a point where lots of people would have been quite thirsty.

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The rest of the ride to the top was easier after taking a short break and it was time to start cruising. I managed to snap a few pics while still riding, the one above was a section of the bicycle path which goes around part of the lake.

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The ride down the other side was quick and easy.

Once back on the plains, it was just a case of keeping up the pace. I managed to keep myself going, but I was on my own, which meant a few delays at some points where I wasn’t sure of where to go next.

Fortunately as I do more of these events I’m getting used to the routes they take. The routes don’t take the smallest, most beautiful roads, but stick to the larger roads. These offer more convenience stores where folks can get things to eat and drink and also give a certain amount of safety by being in populated areas where there’s more chance there will be someone to assist.

Something cultural (or so it seems) is how locals don’t seem to mind heavy traffic when cycling. Often people choose the more crowded roads to small, off the beaten track roads. I purposefully avoid the main roads most of the time, whereas when I do go on more trafficked routes there are so many cyclists. Perhaps it’s just me, but even on a serious training ride, I’m riding to get away from it all, not to compete with cars and buses.

So I continued to push on. And then it happened…

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My nemesis.

Put me under 40 degree heat and I’ll suffer and smile. The heat beating down on my back drains me but makes me feel alive. Winds suck my energy but fill my mind with hope as I hit the turnaround point and know that the headwind will now be a tailwind.

But the rain. Hmm.

Wet shorts, dry chain, wet shoes, dirty water in my nose and other places.

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I simply stopped. I took refuge outside the nearest 7-11 and waited. I figured it would stop soon enough.

It didn’t.

Eventually David Pinter came along and he managed to get me going again. It was still pouring, but sharing the pain made it easier. We took a wrong turn at some point, after which it stopped raining. David realized we were going the wrong way and we turned around. He dragged me to the next rest point where I got…

A second puncture!

Sat outside the 7-11, fixed it up, and Mark came along. I knew I needed to stick with them, so when they were done, we left together.

From here on out there are no pictures because I was dead. I held onto their wheels as much as I could and took breaks with them and chatted and had fun. About 30km from the finish I got…

A third puncture!

But I knew where I was and partly pumped up my tire, headed to the next 7-11 a few km away and pumped up my wheel there.

Unfortunately my mates had gone on without me (sob, sob), so I slogged through the last section along the quiet roads to the finish. I employed a 300 pedal stokes on, 50 pedals strokes break technique until the very end.

I made it on time, got my card stamped, said hi to the guys, who then set off on the 100km journey back to Kaohsiung. Hardman points to them both.

I sat down then went to at the table. A while later, maybe 30 minutes, I woke up and headed home. The 2 and a half hour journey home took me 4 hours and when I got home I showered and went straight to bed.

The ride had, of course, been a blast but I was wondering how I could handle a 400k if this ride had been so hard.