Charlie Syracuse

The mountain again took it’s toll early and often. For the second year the ride was at once enthralling and painful. Kevin, David, and I arrived at 5:30 in Sparkle City to get ourselves mentally and emotionally ready for the day ahead.

We unloaded the bikes and started the pre-ride rituals of pumping up tires, pulling on cycling shirts and generally prepping for the ride.

I made a phone call over to Patrick Rivers of the EFBR team and asked how they were doing, coincidentally or not they were parked just 10 cars away. It was their first mass ride and they sounded excited.

I finished up getting the HR on the tires pumped, helmet, glasses, phone in bag, and was ready to head to the restroom. Down the hill the base of the Spartanburg Memorial Auditorium entrance and I was certainly prepped and ready. Oh crap forgot my bag so back up the truck I went. Nothing would be quite as miserable as arriving at the top without a change of clothes and the protein shakes. Check bag picked up and returned to the rider truck, surely I am ready to roll.

At this point Kevin has made it down and headed in to the head. I circle here and there and then decide to go see if David is still milling about the truck. When I get to the truck the second o-crap moment happens. 4 Truck doors all ajar and open. Glad that I circled back around I shut all the doors and then lock up the truck with the key FOB.

Now it’s time to drift down to see if Kevin is ready to roll on to the start line. He is standing outside adjusting his Jersey and seems to be really ready to roll. Up beside the old Krispy Kreme we trudge a donut would surely be awesome right about now but oh-well no time for that we have about 10 mins left before the start and the timer is counting down. I forgot how hectic this start was and we begin jockeying for some semblance of position in the crowd.

Well it’s time to roll and we are off and running like a herd of water buffalo heading into the nile crocodiles layer. Starting stopping, people trying to clip and reclip, why is it that slow riders and runners always feel the need to get to the front of the start-line. Kevin and I are picking our way through the area and are steadily trying to find a group to ride with.

We settle in about 5 miles into the ride at the mid-point of a very large peleton. The group rides the brakes going down hills, virtually stops at the bottom of the hills to only accelerate up the back side. I am looking to find somewhere anywhere that has a sane group riding structure to no avail. Where was that group from 2009 with the solid riding form and the lead pack mentality. My thoughts are wondering if this will be the case all the way to the top.

Within no time we have passed water station #1 a couple of the culprits have pulled in to get water the remaining riders are still sliding toward the next stop. We are averaging around 20 mph but the surges are continuing to happen. We crest a hill and start down another small descent, I am on the inside of the pack and all the sudden the brake dragging and stopping begins again. This time my wheels are in pee gravel and I head off for a 30 mph offroad ride, pass 3 or 4 riders and get the obligatory great save when I pop back up on the road from several others. My bladder is about to bust and I know with my 4 water bottles I won’t stop until at least 60 miles. So at the next uphill pull-off opportunity I jump off road again to relieve the pressure. Kevin is in the midst of the pack and I figure that I won’t see him again until the top. But I couldn’t handle the accelerations and decelerations + a full bladder.

Back on the road I am now teamed up with a couple of riders, I really need to get better at remembering names the guy that I am riding with seems really cool and we both cruise on past rest stop #2 heading toward Marion. Much better than last year at this point, I am hoping it holds up. I yell at Kevin to get his lazy rear out of the woods, the guy that I am riding with says I assume you know him and I say yes. We then back off the pace to let Kevin grab back on. At this point we are in a pretty good groove. Couple of miles and Kevin hooks back up and we are off again.

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Right on to Marion. Only one minor incident when for whatever reason K and I scrub wheels the guy behind me clips my wheel and the next thing I know I am going sideways across the course. Some poor soul now t-bones me and hits the deck. No damage that I could see to the Orca and it is time to get out of dodge as the guy is also uninjured and cussing mightly.

As we head into Marion I mention to Kevin that we should stop and get water at the campground. 70+ miles in I am on the bottom fumes of my 4 water bottles. Kevin then reminds me that the rest stop is up on the turn onto 80 only a mile are two up. So we proceed on.

Remember that I said the rest stop with the climbing point was just a mile or two. Someone should have reminded the organizers Kevin and I cruise to where the stop was in 2009 and guess what no stop so it is either spin around and pedal back up hill to the camp ground or labor own. We decide to labor on to the rest area mid-way up the climb to the parkway.

Looking at the ride link above you will see the 80 climb was fairly uneventful and honestly quite strong for me this year. I am hitting my marks and climbing at a steady 6.5 or so per hour. We stop for our one and only stop and again I am climbing well and thinking of a 7:30 or so time.

Water is reclaimed the bottles are full and we are off on to the top of 80. My memory from last year belied the fact that 80 was so so steep. The grades are similar to that of Cesars head the only problem is that parkway and Mitchell still lie ahead.

The parkway continues the climb still no stops. Kevin and I are still riding together but he is 10 to 15 ft ahead and I am fading. My legs aren’t hurting quite so badly but my energy is waning. I quickly remember that I failed to load my Nunn caplets into the water bottle. At the first opportunity I pull over to lay the bike down and fill the bottles. Kevin is up ahead and I can still see his pack and I am sludging ahead.

Over the final downhill crest and there is a tremendous storm drowning me. I contemplate removing my glasses, but realize that is the only thing protecting my eyes from the water. I glance down at the garmin and I am doing 30+ mph and others are braking. No way I am going to brake at this point.

Right to the bottom of the hill. As I reach it my legs are in bad shape. I am unable to spin up to a good cadence and just can’t get above that 5 mph range. Kevin is now gone my mind is gone and I am wondering if that euphoria and timing of hitting 7:30 may vaporize into a 8:30 or even a 9:00 event. It takes for what seems like forever to reach the entry to the Mitchell entry. As I turn in another rider says something about only a mile left and he is hurting. Being the realist I am I tell him that I think there are 5 miles remaining. He curses groans and complains.

But at this point it provides me with a little boost. My training legs are coming back around and I am able to spin a decent cadence on a pretty tough slope. Back in the game I climb and pass guys. Only two guys pass me going up the hill. These two are burned out and pull in at the ranger rest area less than 2 miles from the finish. No way I am going there as I would collapse and be totally spent.

Up up up I continue to ride. The hill flattens out and I am running a lightening quick 10 mph and it feels like 30 mph. Right to the finish I complete this ride strong.

Great work and absolute great ride overall. Can’t wait until next year.

Well Mitchell is coming up quickly again this year.

Am I ready I am certainly at a better point this year than last although I still haven’t managed any major climbing efforts this spring. Hopefully this coming sat. I can get enough time and sunshine to push to the top of Ceasar’s head.

Sat was suppose to be the day that I finally broke out and climbed that torturous 6 miles. It was for naught as we simply didn’t have the day available as the storms rolled in.

Absolutely a great ride and event. Thanks to all those that volunteer for this special event. The men and women at each of the rest stops were nothing but helpful all along the way.

If you are planning on riding a major event this one is it. The scenery is gorgeous the route is well put forth with markings on the road and people directing at every single intersection.

I can’t wait until next year and doing the 35th annual ride. There are 15-20 lbs for me to lose between now and then and a whole bunch of power spinning to do. Gotta get on the stick as next year will be here before we know it.

Now to the bad part of the ride. As great as all the volunteers are the transport off the top was horrendous this year. I have no basis of comparison, but the volunteers reported that they started two hours late on the bike loading.

This caused a pile-up of bikes at the top that was immeasurable in amounts. Each bike was leaned against a wall with subsequent bikes stacked up against them. By the time my slow group reached the top in a little over 9 hrs. those that had arrived 2-3 hours before still had bikes resting along the walls. The system became a last in last out.

My bro-in-law and I tried to help load bikes as a lone woman was pushing bikes from staging to the trucks. Our help was definitely self serving as we worked on the area of bikes that had encapsulated even our bikes in the short time that we were at the top. Once the truck was fully loaded down to the bottom we went.

The bike saga continued, as I saw my bike exit the truck to be placed on the ground. As I stood watching the truck and waiting to pick up my bike better than 30 mins passed. With people at Tom Johnson’s having waited more than three hours, and I am sure stretching into the five hour mark this ride will take a beating elsewhere. But the volunteers were gracious and courteous throughout the whole ordeal.

Now back to the good points. The ride started fantastically in Spartanburg. Temperatures were perfect for riding shorts and a jersey, 50 degrees, no wind. My buddy Randy lead us out and promised to keep all five of us in check and riding at a moderate pace. Well he did assume moderate. In less than two miles we were sucked into a group of riders doing 20+ on average. For me that is scorching for others just a liesurely day in the park. We hung with this peloton to the 42 mile rest stop and averaged 20.6 mph. Then it was just Kevin, Randy and I as we left the stop not knowing where the other two had gotten off too or when they would be catching up.

On to Marion with Bill’s hill and all, average of 18.6 mph with parkway and Mitchell still to come. My left knee was giving me heck and I was in serious pain, but the push would continue.

So it was up 80 or whatever that road is to the parkway. Totally a big blow to ones ego as to this point the rollers are quite simply rollers and fast. Now it is time for the 6% grade and the slow 5 mph cranking.

It is as if satan himself has put you on a trainer set the tension and told you that if you stop you will perish. The only problem is that he failed to tell you that it would be a short hour before you would get to slow down. So up up and up further you go. Oh how sweet the oranges are at the mid-point rest stop. Oh how evil my left knee as it locked getting back on the bike. Just a mere 15 miles or so to go, the torture and thoughts of not finishing squeezing through my mind. The click goes the pedal and off again I go. Kevin and Randy at this point are long gone. So up and up I go again.

To the parkway where there is another big stop as you go to get on. I do not stop for fear that my left knee may prevent me from clipping in and finishing the ride.

Parkway here I come. Now I am onto the parkway and pedaling lonely up the last 14 miles. No way that I can make it I have gone down one hill and locked up the left knee again. At this point I have decided that at any opportunity I must continue to spin.

Somewhere along the way Randy and Kevin have caught up and we are hooked up and riding again. My bladder is taking a turn for the worse and Randy has Advil so we pull over on the side to relieve the pee per say. James drifts up having stopped in Marion and gathering his car and announces we look fit and healthy and ready to finish the ride.

I swing my left leg over the bike and unusually clip in my left foot first and take a few spins. The road is still 6% but we are moving again. Slowly but surely closing the final distance. My day is continuing to be long as we over 6 hrs on the bikes at this point and regions south are hurting and wanting relief.

Randy and Kevin are still kind enough to pull me along and not take off and leave me sitting and spinning. We stop at the next two rest stops and enjoy the people and the food. Then it is down and into the final climb up to Mt. Mitchell.

At this turn you think that you will be right there as you can clearly see the lookout and where you should go. Someone forgot to tell the parkservice that it wasn’t nice to put in an 8% grade road this close to the top. So 2 miles more of 8% climbing. Then you get to the park rangers house.

From here it is easypeasy. Don’t listen to anyone you can power that last two miles easy enough as over 1/2 is flat to 2% grade and the 0.4 miles everyone comments on really isn’t much over 4%. But I listened and held back. Randy and Kevin had finally decided to go on to the top and I held back thinking there was a big climb to come. That climb never came up.

But the ending was sweet as everyone was still there waiting on me to finish.

Can’t wait for next year. Even as my legs make it almost impossible to walk and Elizabeth rolls her eyes. I am dreaming of next year and the ride up that face and to the top. In my youth I dreamed of nothing more than speed, as I age I dream of nothing more than the endorphins and energy that flows through my body while I hit a new physical high for me.

Will the ride ever be as breathtaking and aweinspiring I don’t know, as clearly I know what to expect and my training will be more regimented, but each ride will still bring that pain and exhiliration of making it to the top.

Best of luck to all in their endeavors for me it is off to the next event. The maiden Mitchell will sing her sweet 35th song next year and I am sure that I will hear it and be off again.

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Mitchell will be here on Monday whether or not I am ready for it. So tonight we simply enjoyed life as it would be.

The Greek festival is in town and the food was simply excellent. No way that it could be better and the carb loading has started.

Tomorrow I will fix a nice spaghetti dinner and load up on as many carbs as possible. My legs are going to be fried by sunday night. Hopefully I will have a great write-up on the blog for everyone to read no later than Tuesday.

Well Mitchell is less than one and a half weeks out. My training has been sporadic at best this year. I have completed several long rides and several short rides.

But at this point I just feel a little ill-prepared for the upcoming event. However no matter what I am going to be doing the event.

Then it is going to be off to bigger and better things. For the remainder of summer I am going to be training like a mad man for the SC 1/2 Iron event. Then the big question of whether I am ready to compete in a full Iron is going to occur.

Holdbacks from a full iron are numerous but surmountable for the most part. The biggest issue will be balancing family and training. I think it is doable but I need to get into training first to verify. My daily training will start early in the morning hours and my trainer is going to become my best friend I suspect.

Just glad that I live in sunny, SC and have the opportunity to run outside for virtually the entire year. So only once or twice a week will everyone in my house be disturbed with me making the great noise of riding the fluid trainer.

But back to the task at hand. This weekend brings Lula and the LAP century ride. Hopefully I will complete it with no big issues and will have a great wek to recover. Off to Lula and thank goodness for a supportive family in all of my craziness.

Things are going well so far. 

Mon.  Bike and Basketball

Tues.  Swim

Wed.  Bike and Run + weights

Thurs.  Bike

Hopefully I can continue the trend that I am currently showing and improve on results from last year.  We are ever striving to move forward and moving is what I would really like to do when I am swim,bike, running.

Well the gifts are getting ready.nbsp; Only a few more things to pick up and christmas will be upon us.nbsp; Today was the last day at work for at least 2 weeks as I take my standard Christmas break.br /br /We are planning on finishing up the treehouse for the girls this weekend and then moving on to AK’s birthday on Tuesday.nbsp; Hopefully I will be back to my excercise routing sometime around the start of the year and ready for the Mt. Mitchell ride by May, 18th.nbsp; I guess if I am not I will simply struggle for the 100 miles to the top of the trail.nbsp; Hope everyone has a great Christmas and a perfect new year.nbsp; I will try to update the blog on exactly what gifts have been given and received.br /

Went up for our annual polar express train ride and tree hunt.  Totally awesome experience if you ever get the opportunity.  The best part of the whole thing was the look on the girls faces as they got onto the train and rode into the night.

We sang carols until I was hoarse and absolutely had a blast.  Thanks to everyone on the Bryson City Express car for making a memorable night for the whole family.

Well I finally got back to the states after a two week trip that started on election day.  How did it go you may ask, well very interestingly for work while also very stressful.  I enjoy Germany but hate being away from my family and worrying about them.

There is not a lot that you can do to help your family if something were to happen so while the days are always hectic the nights and evenings can be a little lonesome.  I truly wonder at times how people in the olden days survived cross atlantic adventures and how the families ultimately made it.  

Oh well Germany ultimately had great beer and great schnitzel.  Not to say you can’t get both in the states but they just don’t seem to exist in the quantities.  

But the downside to the food is the upside of my weight.  When I left I hovered in the 191-195lb range, now I am back to the 195-200 lb range and need to be down to about 180 lbs by the time May rolls around.  So I have a total of about 15 – 20 lbs to drop in a matter of six months.  Possible yes but my favorite eating holidays approacheth.  I will try to blog my workouts so everyone can track my progress.  

Here is to getting back to a shape other than oblonged and beer gutted.

Here I am on a business trip to Germany really wondering what exactly has happend to my great country.  From sea to shining sea or something like that the saying goes, but now we have elected a man that many will admit cannot even find a proper birth certificate that would put him into office.  A man who has noted ties to corrruption and militant muslims.
But not to be outdone the conservative right trotted our a hair brained gun toting soccer mom and her boss a Vietnam Veteran whose greatest claim to fame was getting shot down in a dispute that can’t even be classified as a war and then interred for five years.  So will our next republican candidate hail from Guatanomo Bay Cuba.  Who knows.

These are just the thoughts of an everyday man with way too much thinking time on his hands.  So the Germans ask are you happy with Obama, I say no.  Then so you supported McCain, I respond with no.  So what am I everyone asks.  I am a red blooded American who is quite honestly fed up with the current political system and the current politician.  I want change and the only way that I see that change happening is if we start electing Libertarians.  Yes that little know party that quite simply is what it is. Most conservatives are Libertarians at heart I must say.
The repubs just have to get by the little live and let live situation.  Yes my new party supports smaller government and troop moves back to the US.  It also doesn’t care about personal choices.  If you want to be gay then be gay, just don’t talk to me about it.

The Libertarian party is the way to go and I think that we all need to be All in and support this small party for the betterment of America and the elimination of a lot of political corruption.