THE AMENT-update

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THE AMENT-update

We've been quiet.  Secretly working in the gravel mines of northwest Illinois devising our diabolical route to destroy any thoughts of fitness you thought you had.

Not really.  We're just lazy.  I was going to have everyone send postcards to sign up.  Then I realized I didn't' really want people to have my address, and I don't want you wasting paper.  So if you want to come, hit us up on any social media platform.  Instagram and Facebook are probably the fastest/most reliable ways to get a hold of us.  Or shoot an e-mail to rad1adventure@gmail.com and let us know you'll be coming.  There is a secret Facebook event page we'll try and add you to.

The course will be similar to last year, but with some new roads.  Still starting and ending in Elizabeth IL.  It's a neat little town, and they're pretty chill about us parking there.  Don't go looking around for routes online just yet.  The final course has yet to be decided on.  What I can say is, it will be about 70 miles and 5k-6k of climbing.  MAY 20TH 10AM.  

Ask the folks that were there last year.  It's hard as hell.  You will be 100% on your own.  Unless you're going to pay me hourly with full fridge bennifits, I AIN'T GONNA BABY SIT YOUR ASS!

This is basically the ride profile.  More definitive details to come next month. 

Start doing hill repeats now!

-STAY RAD

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Belgian Spring

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Belgian Spring

The 2017 Barry Roubaix Story.

It's hot, it's dark, and it smells real bad.  That is how I wake up in a hotel in the middle of nowhere Michigan with three other grown adults.  Hotel rooms full of cyclists always have a similar smell to dorm rooms.  As I walk to the window in the dark I'm dreading what I'm about to see, RAIN.  Lots of rain with no signs of letting up.

As I ate my hotel breakfast after a shitty nights sleep, I noticed other cyclists starting to gather for their "continental breakfast" in the hotel lobby.  I think to myself, "why do I keep signing up for this shit".  

It's been a few years since my last "Barry".  2014 was the last time I was in Hastings Michigan, a cute little town just south of Grand Rapids.  I always hear Barry come up when gravel races are mentioned.  Lets be clear, there isn't really any gravel or mud at Barry.  Rather, there is SAND, lots of sloppy sand that destroys bikes.  If you've ever done any kind of hiking, cycling, or camping in Michigan, you're familiar with all the sand everywhere.

This year it was going to rain all day, and never get to 40 degrees.  This ain't my 1st rodeo.  I've ridden in these conditions before, too often actually.  I know how to dress.  Wool.  Wool is your friend and should be your base.  Wool is some magical fabric that man can not recreate synthetically.  When wool gets wet, it stays warm.  Nothing else does that.  Then you need a decent shell.  An actual rain coat.  My weapon of choice has been the Giro Neo Rain jacket lately.  Really a garbage bag would work just as well, something that is basically plastic to keep moisture out and heat in.  Hands and feet are the tricky part.  Shoe covers of some sort were a must.  I had some crappy Specialized ones that I don't recommend, but they worked well enough.  My gloves, my wonderful Bontrager gloves that I've worn all winter saved my life.  I also recently invested in a Gore cycling cap.  Which might be the single best piece of cycling apparel I have ever purchased.  My head was warm and dry, the short bill helped keep the rain out of my face.

Sitting in the starting grid, I took a mental survey of the surrounding riders emotional vibes.  Many were jovial, make jokes and talking shit.  Others, have already lost.  Their faces long and full of dread.  This won't be a fitness test.  No, rather it was going to be test of a persons will and inner strength. 

Making love to the camera prior to the start.  Labok not ammused.

 Rain.  Hard sleeting rain started started to pelt everyone once we hit the 1st pavement section.  My only concern was my vision.  I wear glasses and at some point I had to pull over and gently put them away in my jersey pocket.  Which slowed me down quite a bit.  I had to be more careful of my lines and try to hang with someone who could guide me. perferable with a real fender.

Hard freezing rain.

Despair, fear, loneliness, are how I've been seeing people describe their day at Barry-Roubaix.  Mine could not be further from that.  Like I said, this ain't my 1st rodeo.  Mentally, I fine all day.  Happy even, jamming to songs in my head leap frogging from one quitter to the next.  While everyone was indoors playing on their power pads (Zwift) all winter, I was outside riding my bike.  I'm accustom to shitty weather, and I think that paid off.  I dropped people I had no business dropping.  I also never really pushed it as hard as I could have, for whatever reason.

Eventually the rain let up and I could put my glasses back on and turn the gas back on.  Half way through I started picking up others from Chicago.  Eventually I'd lose them in the headwind.  Yeah, headwind?  I don't remember Michigan having much wind.  WTF.  Towards the end I would end up working with the the woman who would later win the women's Single Speed category until her rear hub started to crap out and I started recognizing more local kits in the distance.  Clicking, scrapping, knocking, my poor bike pushed toward familiar roads and riders.  We were on the roads back into town, and I was on a mission to catch every Chicago rider I could.

With the motivation of seeing Chainlink, Lovestar, and Tuxedo Thunder riders in the distance, it was time to be done with all this.  By which point I could no longer feel my feet, at all.  My hands decided to start getting warm again at the end, letting me eat a little.  Slogging through those last few miles, trying to reach and pass every kit I could recognize was draining me.  The last few bits of gravel/sand were REAL soft, sucking my power like a vampire in a blood bank.  Pavement never felt so good beneath me as I rolled off that gritty spongy road.

I fought that guy behind me all damn day.  He won.

With blocks to go, this one guy caught up to, and passed me.  Who, I had been yo-yoing with all day and thought I had dropped for good a little bit ago.  Dammit.  He beat me.  I was dead.  I was done.  I cheered a few Chicago friends at the finish before I made a B-line to the car to get that floor heater on full blast.

Only in the car do I finally become unhappy.  Not cause I'm cold or didn't do the time I wanted, but the realization sets in that my bike is trashed and will probably need to be over hauled, replacing several parts.  Oh, and my car is now full of sand.  SIGH.  Its a real Charlie Brown moment in that parking lot in Michigan, that I wouldn't trade for anything else.

Until next year Barry-Roubaix.

 

Thank you SnowyMountain for letting me use some photos!!

-Schratz

 

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The Roads Are Clear

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The Roads Are Clear

It's still happening.  AMENT100 or just AMENT, or something.  It's not really 100km anymore or maybe it will be.  We're still hammering out the details and riding new versions.  Still a bunch of crazy grade hills.  Maybe less gravel.  Maybe more gravel.  

While riding out there, every side road is screaming, "hey come check me out".  This is probably how 10,000 was born.  Not being able to leave any of the roads out of the party.  We're still drawing maps and heading out there to explore more and decide what to keep and what to leave.

What we do know is, this year will be INVITE ONLY.  We had way too many people interested in coming.  People we don't know or trust to take care of themselves out there.  There will still be ZERO support.  This will also be on the same day as ALMANZO100.  We're not trying to compete with that.  Having ridden it several times, it's a fantastic event and will make you fall in love in Minnesota.  But it's a time suck.  This meant to be an alternative for those who can't be away, or don't want to be away a couple of days.  Also to showcase that Illinois isn't totally lame.  We got rad stuff too.

Things that make you cry.

Keep your eyes pealed.  More info coming soon!

WTF?!

Just incase you haven't figured it out yet, 10,000 is two weeks after.  This will be your Spring Classic into a Grand Tour.

-STAY RAD

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2016 Rapha Prestige

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2016 Rapha Prestige

2016 Rapha Prestige Midwest-in retrospect

Town full of trolls.

For those of you that haven’t read about the 2015 Rapha Prestige Midwest go ahead and give it a read here. If you want to skip it let me give you a quick synopsis… It was about 100 degrees and almost the same humidity. It was a damp burning hell. So I guess, Rapha decided to move it up a little sooner in the year so the weather wouldn’t be so oppressive. April 30th, 2016 was close to the opposite in temperature but just as treacherous.

This year is it was up on the beautiful roads west of Madison, WI around the Blue Mound area.  This is the same Driftless Area as the first RPM just a bit further north. So it still has plenty of up and downs to keep everyone on their toes and having fun.

The weather that day called for…. RAIN. All day, rain. And a high of about 45 degrees. So yeah, it was gonna be just a lovely day in the saddle.

On the bright side the roads this year were almost all paved so we did have that going for us. Rapha likes to keep everyone in suspense on these rides and wait until the very last minute to give out the course. I kind of enjoy that part of it. It makes me over pack(and over think) and run around doing everything I can to CYA before the last day.

Sitting at the start at Cress Spring Bakery in the middle of nowhere the weather looked like it was going to clear up a bit.  After a few miles we removed layers, stached the rain jackets and were enjoying the day with our fingers crossed it would stay that way. That didn’t last. Soon enough the skies darkened up and began to weep. And weep. And weep. From that point on the rest of the day was to be enjoyed in the rain. Good rain gear made or broke the ride this year. I had recently received a Gore waterproof cap as a gift and it earned its keep that day. Without that and a solid rain jacket there is no way that I could have made it as long as I did.

Leaving in waves, we rode through some quaint little towns and through plenty of farm fields and end up missing a turn onto the Badger State Trail. We quickly figured out our mistake and flipped around and got back on track. Soon after hitting the limestone we came up to the Stewart Tunnel, a quarter mile long 21’ high and 14’ wide tunnel with a slight bend in the middle so when you enter it becomes completely black. None of us brought a light bright enough to light our route so we just slowed down and took out sweet time getting through. There was a group of folks hanging out in the middle just drinking beer and enjoying the lovely day we were having. I had my eyes locked on their little lights to help lead the way. It was amazing.

Almost to the first stop in Blanchardville the Comrade Cycles team caught us. Three of which on single speeds. Yep, single speeds. As they buzzed by I hollered, “What took so long?” Then they were gone not to be seen again until the end.

Once in Blanchardville we found our way to a small gas station with some warm food and drink and a table for us to disrobe from our wet gear. After loading up on snack, refilling bottles and the such we started to get ready to hit the road again. We probably stayed in the heat too long, it was hard to leave.

More rain.

From there the temps slowly dipped a bit as the wind picked up and the spirits dipped as well. That’s when we saw Tim, from the Union team, in a van coming by after he had dropped out. That gave me mixed emotions. Part of me was sad to see such a strong rider pulling the plug on a tough day, but part of me got a little bump from him holler out the window, "STAY RAD", at us to keep it up!

That didn’t last too long. Sean was really starting to feel the wet and the cold. His jacket was not being a team player with him and was long since soaked through. Now, if you know Sean you know he rarely show any pain, or any emotion for that matter. He can be on the front of a race, stoic faced and crushing. However, this day was different. With legs long since soaked and shoes heavy from the water built up in them we were all fading.

A golden field of dandelions couldn't lift Sean's soaked soul.

Everything got harder. The wind was starting to pick up making the flat sections almost as difficult as the hills that define the area. One of those hills broke me, that was it, I was going to do it, I was going to walk a hill. It was the first, and to this point last, time I had walked a hill. There was a lot in me that said to just stay on the bike and force your way up it, but too much had built up already and I didn’t care anymore, I was walking.

Not soon after we were caught by the rest of the Union Cycling team out there and their faces mirror ours. We ride with them to the last stop on the route in Ridgeway. Not a lot of talking went on, just heads down and working together to get though.

Once in Ridgeway, we stopped at a gas station with food and hot chocolate. At that point all of us were in a different state of mind. I wanted nothing more than to go inside drink the biggest cup of boiling hot chocolate I could and warm up my insides. Schratz and Kristina had a different plan, stay for a short as possible and just get back on the road and finish. And Sean had the bleakest of plans…  hitch a ride back to the start. And I couldn’t blame him. We were saddened to see him leave but understood his reasons completely. Had my jacket and cap not been doing their job I’m not sure I would have lasted as long as he.  We also discovered that the Union squad had made the same decision as Sean and take a ride back to the bakery.

There we also ran into the Half Acre Cycling team as they were warming up inside.  Tim Coghlan, of Rapha, came into the gas station with disparaged look on his face and a truncated route. The new route took the sand and limestone path that was right out the door to Blue Mound to drop off some miles(and elevation) but still giving us the ability to finish the route by the power of our own two legs. We took that option.

The three of us teamed up with the remaining three of Half Acre to reunite Rad Acre and finish the ride. The bike path was brutal. Hours of rain and sandy limestone do not make up for very solid ground. This is the first time that my decision of riding on 28’s took its toll, at least that’s what I’m going to blame it on. Jen, Johnny and Kristina were put the hurt on and I was doing my damnedest to stay with the group.  Kristina was especially smashing it in the sand, like a demon chasing a lost soul.

Finally back on pavement we gave the final decision on the route, standing at a "T" intersection with the choice to go UP Mounds Rd for the out and back or turn right and go four and a half miles to the bakery. With the wind picking up and all of our digits getting colder by the second we decided that cutting the out and back out was going to be our choice.

The final stretch, no more turns until the bakery. Knowing the end was near we took full advantage of the amazing paved rollers ahead of us.  Half Acre had the same idea, dropping us on the final miles. We bombed down the last few miles.  The speed of the descents topped with the freeze wet temps made every effort to control our bikes & brakes a fight for survival. Windy and rain spitting in our tired happy faces, we finally rolled into the parking lot.  Wet, cold, tired, done, happy.

From then on it was all smiles. The fine gentlemen running the food truck were handing out Dixie cups of chicken broth and it was the greatest chicken broth any of us had ever had. With a quick change into dry clothes we were all starting to get a little color back in out cheeks along with food and drinks in our bellies.

With ten months of reflection, I decided it was an amazing adventure on some incredible roads in some less than ideal conditions. Not often do I decided to ride my bike 95 miles in the rain in 45 degree temperatures, but then, I wouldn't have had this tale to tell. Without the stellar team of Jon, Kristina and Sean it wouldn’t have been nearly as fun.

Cold, wet, tired; Kristina post RPM

Words by Joel, Photos by Joel & Kristina

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#200toNewGlarus

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#200toNewGlarus

A few weeks ago or a fellow adventurer, Eric Alexander sent us a message. “Wanna ride from my house to New Glarus Brewery with Kelly(Alexander) and Bret(Metz)?” Well yes, yes I do.  

It was to be three days of mixed terrain, some camping, some beer drinking and whatever else we came across.

Eric was the route master on this one with a few last minute changes we decided to start on the I&M Canal Trail in Seneca, IL. With that start it would give is about 75 miles for the first two days and a shorter day to finish it off.

There was a lot of fence sitting by all of us the coming days before as we watched the weather. We finally decided to just do it, suffer whatever weather came our way, and have fun.

I’ve never done a bikepacking trip, or a multi-day bike trip of any kind, so I had a lot to learn. My ride of choice is my SSCX. Mostly because it is the only bike I own with rack mounts, but also because the route was relatively flat and I just really like SS. I went through the entire bike with a fine tooth comb, cleaned, lubed and tuned everything. The one issue I thought I may have would be tires. The tire had seen a lot of miles and they showed it, but I figured they had 200 miles left in them(they didn’t).

With a tent, sleeping bag(not sure why I brought that), mat, some clothes, tubes, tools and a spare tire I ended up with a pretty hefty bike. At the last minute Eric saved me and let me borrow two panniers to get the weight off the top of my rack and down to the sides.

The night before there was some decent rain and strong winds but things were sunny and humid by the time we hit the trails. There were some puddles, some trees down but nothing us avid adventurers couldn’t handle.

A few miles in and we knew that the rain wasn’t going to be the worry of the trip, it was the heat. With Garmins showing 90-95 degrees and humidity to match. Minimizing exposure was key. Luckily the I&M has lots of tree cover and we were on the right side of the sun.

Our first stop was in La Salle,IL where we looked for a brewery but ended up at Haze Smokehouse. Beer and BBQ? Twist my arm. After loading up and some delicious grub, some mid-ride beers and topping off the bottle we were back on our way.

Not much further west is the end of the I&M. We took a few great scenic roads and connected up to the Hennepin Canal Trail. This was to be our route for the rest of the day and into Saturday.

Eric and Bret had done some digging on where we would be able to camp Friday night and that led us to our last stop to refuel in Wyanet, IL. As any good country town there was Casey’s for us to stock up and a little(read huge) diner down the road to get some food in our bellies.

What we thought was a campsite was only 6 miles away. We topped off again and headed out. We arrived at Hennepin Canal Parkway State Park a little bit later. What we found was a closed Visitors Center, some running water and a pavilion or two. We decided to just crash under one of the pavilions as we couldn’t find any actual campsites there and didn’t want to leave the running water. We all hosed off and sprayed down with bug spray and got setup for the night. It was hot, sticky and zero wind. Needless to say no one slept too well.

We were all up around 5:30-6 and started getting ready for the next day. Eric had his Jetboil café press so we did get to have some delicious morning coffee to get us moving.

We weren’t as lucky with the shade on day two, this time the shade was on the other side of the river. 12 miles in I noticed my rear tire was getting a little low. I crossed my fingers, aired it up and continued on. It didn’t last. I swapped out the tube a few miles later and noticed that my tires were not in a good way. We rolled on.

We had breakfast(Casey’s snacks) in the fine little town of Tampico. The birthplace of one President Ronald Regan. I bet you didn’t know that, but there is a museum for you to check out.

When we got to Rockfalls/Sterling we took a break for me to swap my rear tire and to grab some food. We found another little brewery and this one also had Thai food, go figure. After a beer and Pad Thai I downed a Coke and I was a new man.

From there to Freeport was all roads. We jig-jogged around the busy roads and ended up on Freeport Rd(go figure). What a great road it was. It was miles of constant rollers with everyone being a little bit higher than the next. With a 60 lb SS it was about bombing each descent and carrying as much speed up the next was the name of the game.

At what seemed to be the last crest before Freeport we took a breather at a church to see if anyone needed to top off bottle before the final stretch into town. As we started to roll out some clouds were coming in and the temp dropped 10-15 degrees, the rain was coming. And it was perfect. Not too heavy but cool and oh so refreshing. You couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.

It died off a few miles before getting to Freeport so we were able to dry off a bit before we got to Freeport Bicycle Co. There was Stu waiting for us so we could hang out there, get a shower and a night of sleep in the air conditioning.

We ended up spending the night in the shop. We were like kids in a candy store just checking out everything and talking bikes all night long. And even a tiny bike to ride around on! We are forever grateful to Stu for letting us crash there!

We woke up refreshed and looking forward to our easy day to the brewery. We decided to cheat a bit and leave all of the camping gear at the shop and do the last 47 miles with just the essentials. With a nice heavy diner breakfast in our bellies we got back on our steads and headed out of town for the Jane Addams Trail and headed due north.

It’s a beautiful trail that is well covered and good and mossy making for a bit of excitement/slipping around. Once we crossed the IL/WI border the trail becomes to Badger State Trail but that is about all that changed.  We took it to Monroe and stopped for one last fill up and that’s when my front tire went.

I had brought one spare tire with me and I thought that was one too many but I was wrong. My front tire had a 10mm straight down the center tread that I booted with a ziplock, put a fresh tube in and crossed my fingers it would last 20 more miles.

Not too long before New Glarus the Badger State Trail turns into the Ice Age National Scenic Trail and that is where you find the Stewart Tunnel. Stewart Tunnel is a 1260 ft long tunnel with a 2 degree curve built into it. That makes it so when you are near the center you cannot see light from either end. Last time I was in the tunnel was during the Rapha Midwest Prestige. That time the temp was around 45 and it was raining most of the day. We had also not brought any lights so, you know, that was interesting. This go around was different. It was an amazing 65 degrees or so and foggy from all the humidity. We just wanted to stay inside. With lights this time we took our time exploring the tunnel and some of its “beautiful” art work on the walls.

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That was the last stretch. Right after the tunnel we jumped on the roads for a few last hills before getting to New Glarus. With a booted front tire I was a bit skeptical of the descents and took it easy. Soon enough we could see the brewery sitting majestically atop a hill in the distance. I was excited, we had done it, we were there, I couldn’t contain myself and bunnyhopped any bump in the road ahead.

With one last hill I decided I HAD to smash it up to the top. Leave it all on the road. At the top we met our savoir, Eric’s dad, Rick. He was just having a good old time waiting for us to roll in, hear our story and drink some beer with us. With some beer in out bellies and a lot more in the trunk of the car we loaded up and started our car ride back home.

On the way home we stopped in Rockford at Prairie Street Brewing Co. If you like good food and good beer stop there next time you’re around.

It was a great trip with great people. We all had some suffering and we all had a blast. Next time we are working on making it a two day trip with less bags and more speed. Y’all are welcome to join!    

 

-JOEL

 

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