The event was the Save a Limb Ride, a fundraiser for The Rubin Institute for Advanced Orthopedics which, I think, is primarily at Sinai Hospital in Baltimore.
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In 2011, Adrian Register and I were at the team bus for Leopard-Trek in Saint Gaudens, France. Adrian had his Shut Up Legs t-shirt but when the team exited the bus they had to get to the starting line quickly. I’m not even sure if I owned my t-shirt at that point or if I bought it later.
Ducking back inside registration I asked Jens to sign my shirt. He willingly obliged. I was a happy camper. No matter what would happen on the day it would be a good day.
At 8:00 a.m. we gathered at the race start. The good doctor who was the emcee referred to Jens (pronounced Yens) as Jens (as in more than one girl named Jen). And said he was from East Germany. “I guess it’s all one big Germany, now.” I sort of giggled.
As we rolled out it was a cold (it was summer two weeks ago) 48 degrees. And windy.
The course was somewhat difficult. The event website warned: “Please be aware that our Metric Century ride is a difficult and challenging ride with 5,400 feet of climb.”
Actually, over 60 miles, nearly 6,000′ of climb is a lot. I hadn’t read the warning or maybe I would have used the small ring on my triple. I stayed in the 39 tooth middle ring on all the climbs.
I rode for a while with a guy from Fairfax Co. who wore a full FDJ kit. Remember Kentucky Fried Chicken? It was rebranded as KFC to avoid that awful word “fried.” This team was named FDJeux.com in 2003 and 2004, then renamed Française des Jeux, supposedly to avoid bad luck, until July 2010, when the name was simplified to its initials. (Source: Wikipedia)
I never got his name. He was perhaps 10 years younger and we seemed to match up in power and speed. Around Mile 30 it seemed every climb, and there were lots of small ones, he dropped back. I always waited. I believe three times he asked me to ride ahead but I was comfortable shepherding him along.
But as we were “climbing” up around Prettyboy Reservoir we were joined by two guys who were methodically, but slowly, making their way up the climb. I stayed with them then soft pedaled at the top but FDJ-guy never did rejoin me. Ever. Even at the end at I think I spent almost an hour at the festival. I never saw him again.
The route was through rolling country roads. The cues were painted on the road. On a group ride I tend to follow (1) people (2) cues (3) maps. In that order. Early in the ride we came to an intersection on a descent. Normally a four way stop, it was missing the stop sign. Following the wheels of other riders, we flew through it and kept going. About a mile later I saw cyclists coming in the other direction. Another half mile I see 10-15 cyclists all looking at maps. Oh oh. Bonus miles!
The last 10 miles I was pretty much in no man’s land. I rarely saw anyone on the road up ahead and was not caught by anyone. I had to follow the cues. They were well-marked until the end. I was navigating by feel as I often didn’t think I was on the right course.
Back at the finish I went to the festival. There, Jens, Ben King, and Robbie Ventura were signing autographs. I thought about getting them to sign my race bib but what would I do with it? Some had them autograph their event T-shirt, but again, why?
Robbie took my camera and told me to get in the picture with Jens and Ben. Then a volunteer took a picture of Robbie and me.
Jens and Ben both made short videos wishing Scott Scudamore well.
Robbie’s take on the course was that it quite difficult. He said it is much easier to have two or three hard climbs then flat unlike this undulating course. Anyone can ride 100 miles on flat (uh, no they can’t), he said, but you really have to be fit to ride a course like today’s. He’s right. My legs feel it.