I was out the door by 6:30. I planned on a ride to Dover and back with some breakfast at the pier but shortly after leaving town on the LVT the forecasted rain started. I hoped I would beat it but luck was not in my favour. I decided to cut it short and bail on my plans, hitting the road at the next crossing. I headed back towards Simcoe along some back roads and came into town through some of the old industrial area. The rain had let up some and I was plodding along slowly taking in the scenery of the derelict buildings when I came across one particular gem that caught my eye.
I took a walk around the outside of the building, looking for anything interesting to photograph when I came across an exterior door that was just ever so slightly opened. I approached the door, hidden by dense bush but with a "deer path" through the vegetation up to it, and pulled it open slowly.
It was pitch black inside and the only things I could see were building debris illuminated by the sliver of sunlight that the door granted passage. I had no flashlight with me to explore any deeper so I decided that the best I could do was step into the dark and use my camera flash to see inside, seemed smart at the time but looking back it seemed more like one of those stupid mistakes that the person about to die in a horror film makes. Two steps in the door and I took a photo in the blackness with the camera flash bursting a moment of light into the black. I looked down at my camera screen to see what I had caught when I heard a sound.
I froze in my tracks as I heard a faint whistle, the kind you use to try and get someones attention. I was standing in the pure black darkness, crippled in fear by the whistle when the muffled voices started, followed by footsteps. I panicked and turned around running out the door and through the bushes to my bike. I stood there, twenty feet or so from the open door, waiting for someone to come out of the abyss inside. It felt like an eternity I stood there waiting. No one ever came out but I had the feeling of being watched from within the darkness. I jumped on my bike and began riding away through the abandoned area, looking back expecting to see someone, but only felt eyes on me. What person or dark force had I disturbed? The feeling of dread was lifted from my shoulders as soon as I had left sight of the door.
I rode back through town to home, reliving the experience in my mind over and over. In all likely hood I only disturbed a vagrant or another would-be explorer, but I don't care to ever go back in that door again.
My holidays from work are not going as I had envisioned them. I've been sick / bad allergies all weekend / week so far and I've been hiding out inside the house. I kicked my ass into high gear and took way too much allergy medication and headed out the door for a ride. I decided to keep it local at Turkey Point so that if I bonked, I could head back home without much time wasted in the road.
I felt good on the bike, everything was clicking for me, finally. It was a hot one and the lack of rain around here had made it quite dusty and loose. Some corners are turning into beach sand and the dust is brutal. We need rain. Deer flies are also out in full force on the West Side.
I spotted alot of wildlife today. First a little Fawn out in the dump property, then some raccoons on an afternoon stroll near the Anderson Tract (they didn't seem too happy to see me, lots of teeth and scary noises, must have been grumpy to be up at that hour), and a doe in the old Fish Hatchery pond.
Took a few more "cool" shots out in some of the new trails in the Norfolk property.
And on a more serious note.... a bit of a Bikin' Bric PSA. Next time you are out in Turkey Point fending off ticks and keeping out of the Poison Ivy, be on the look out for Giant Hogweed. Its here. It has only been spotted in the creek that crosses under the bridge on the lower side of Rainbow Ridge (on route to the Anderson Tract / Pail Trail). No not touch this shit, it gets nasty and has life altering consequences if you do touch it.
Did I mention it was dusty? We NEEEEED a rain!
The plan was hatched late Friday evening that we would ride early Saturday and beat the heat, or at least try to. It had been a while since both Kyle and I had been to the Hydrocut and we were both feeling an itch for it that we needed to scratch. Kyle showed up early and we were on our way after a fuel and drink stop. The drive up was full of our typical bullshitting about bikes, motorcycles, and diesel powered units.
We started out from the Snyder St entrance to the Hydrocut, which in my opinion is the better of the two parking areas. A quick ride down the multi-use trail and we started our 'Cut ride on Creepy Corner. It had been a few weeks since I've ridden the Torrent, due to a rear wheel failure and subsequent rebuild, and I was getting accustomed to the aggressive nature of the bike again. We came across some new trail sections, Medusa and Godzilla, and I went full bore on the huge rocks at the entrance. I caught myself by surprise by getting up and over such a large obstacle that I never would have tried in years gone past on my more modest bikes I've owned.
The gnarly freight train kept going. When Kyle and I ride it usually turns into a duo of grown men laughing and yelling through the woods. We push each other in different ways. Kyle pushes me faster and I push him harder in the technical sections and tough obstacles. We came out of the Frankenstein trail into a group of riders who appeared to be from Brantford. One remarked to us that we were "scaring all the woodland creatures" to which Kyle and I laughed and kept moving. We later joked that we were just practicing for our Mountain Dew commercial.
With our water running low and the heat of the day starting to get to us, we decided to slow the pace a bit for the remainder of the ride. We finished off without incident, opting to take the easy route on Kamikaze as our arms were tired and our concentration fluttering. The first "Buddy Road Trip" of the year came to and end with plans on doing much more together before the year is out. Where will we ride next? Kelso? Ravenshoe? Dufferin? We will see.
The plan was to ride, as long as the rain would hold out..... or at least not come down like cats and dogs. My cousin and fellow rider Kyle met me at my place and after fixing a flat on my CX bike we were off on our ride without a plan. Our loose idea is that we would pass through Port Dover at some point and that we wanted to ride some pavement, gravel, and singletrack along the way.
We rode some renegade trails in Simcoe then onto the rail trail system to head it out of town. Another flat tire on the CX bike gave us a bit of a breather while I replaced the tube. My patch job from earlier in the day didn't hold up, so I swapped the tube out and packed the old one to try patching again back at home.
We decided to get off the LVT on Lynn Valley Road so we could tackle the climb up the start of Ryerse Road. It was a hard go but we toughed it out. We carried on through a bit of drizzle and finally arrived at the old Hay Creek Conservation Area. The Conservation Area is home to a winding network of hidden singletrack, it was fun but also a bit sketchy at times. The wet roots and skinny tires on the CX bike didn't get along too well.
We headed down Radical Road, following two fully loaded touring cyclists the entire way. A bit of time spent at the Pier and we decided on a lunch a Willie's.
Upon leaving Dover, the dark skies broke and the sun came out. We rode back towards Simcoe on the LVT, stopping the check out the Lynn River along the way, scouting out possible future canoe / kayak routes. Once in Simcoe, we dropped into the Brook Conservation Area for more trail fun and checking out the dam on the river. We stopped for a little photo op and cyclocross action.
We even happened upon some local wildlife. A deer nibbling on some tender leaves, a snapping turtle crossing the trail. All good things that brought together a great ride. We ended up with just over 35km and lots of laughs and stories told between us.
It wasn't an epic ride, or a soul crushing test of metal, or even a winding singletrack trip, but it was a really great just-two-guys-riding-their-bikes kind of ride. Nothing to prove, no one to impress, going our own pace, and just going with wherever the road takes us. It reminded us of our trips around the back country near Delhi and Teeterville from years ago..... but those are stories for another day. Ride on!
I've realized (after a few emails) that some of you might have noticed that I'm posting less on the blog. Fear not, as I'm still in the game and have a few things coming down the pipe soon. My free time has been limited as of late and I've spent what time I have riding rather than writing. I'm about to have a bit of a schedule shift in life and should have some more free time in the evenings after the kids go to bed, which will let me blog on the couch beside Mrs. Bric while she watches her shows.
I'm also going to focus more on quality articles and stories rather than ride reports consisting of photos and "It was a great ride" kind of thing, it gets boring after a while. The great photos will keep coming though. I'm also planning on doing some more "away" rides this year and more riding with groups which will undoubtedly spur some interesting stories. I'm also reliving my youth and writing about adventures of years gone by that will be slowly published over the next year.
Stay tuned everyone! Thanks for reading!
The morning started out a little sad looking. Light rain all night and it was drizzle outside when I peeked out the curtains. The forecast promised to clear up in a couple of hours, but Turkey Point is a damn good ride in the wet, keeps the dust down and creates "hero dirt" conditions. A nice breakfast and a few minutes to load up my gear and I was on the road heading the few minutes south to Long Point Eco Adventure where the TPMBC Spring Kicker was being held.
I arrived to a sea of aluminum, carbon, and rubber pieced together into these beloved contraptions we call bicycles. Although there were an abundance of bikes to demo ride, I restrained myself and kept to my Norco that is paid for...... I think my wife would kill me if I came home with the idea of buying another bicycle. Having two growing kids that are hungry all the time adds to my struggle as there is never enough money in my bank account to even think of a new bike, and its probably a good thing.
Specialized brought their demo fleet along with their new electric bike. I have to admit that even after seeing and holding it, I still don't get it. Why take something as pure as a bicycle and attach an electric motor to it? If a big guy like me can grunt up a climb and put on a good sweat, there shouldn't be many excuses to own an electric bike. When the battery dies you can look forward to pedalling something that weighs as much as the coveted Supercycle Hooligan around your local trails. No thanks.
I've heard the argument that you can go further and faster than you could normally go, but I also remember some guy named Eddy who said "Don't buy upgrades, ride upgrades". I'll keep kicking it old school and just pedal my ass off. Anyways, time to move on and stop bitching about b-bikes.
I took some time to chat with cycling friends both new and old and snap some photos (see the gallery at the bottom of this post). Some groups were leaving for rides so I decided to get moving so I could grab a few action shots. I ended up tagging along with a fellow TPMBC member and two other riders, one riding his still very new Trek 29er and the other was doing a good job of putting a Cannondale CX demo bike through hell and back. It was a nice mix of bike types, between the four of us we had the fat category, the mid-fat, the 29er, and the CX covered and hung together nicely. It goes to show that there is no such thing as the 'wrong' bike. Just use what you have under you.
My action shots didn't work out so well. I forgot to adjust the settings on my camera for a quicker shutter speed. Oh well, at least I got a few photos moving at light speed.
We did a nice loop through the park and conservation reserve, covering Plant of the Apes, Saudwinder, The Burn, Dizzy Lizzy, Big Mike, Rum Runner, East and West Ridge, and back into Eco. It was a good short ride that was pretty much everything I had in the tank anyways. Being sick all day Saturday and not being at 100% that morning kept me dialled back a bit but it was nice to get outside and stretch the legs and lungs.
It was a great day overall and it was nice talking with cycling friends. I'm really looking forward to the next Spring Kicker in 2017. Also be sure to mark your calendar for the TPMBC Fall Ripper coming September 25th!
I've got to say that even though I love the trails at Turkey Point, and the fact that its a 10 min drive from home, its nice to change it up and ride something different. This was my first spin at The Pines so far in 2016. I've joined the Woodstock Cycling Club for the second year in a row and am enjoying the access to this small but wonderful riding area. The trails here are well loved and it shows, each berm being carefully crafted and each section well thought out. The black trail sections are a real challenge too, Doug's Delirium and Bloody Lung are quite the full body work out but I'm proud to say that I cleared them with ease on my first Pines ride this year. This 650b+ bike just eats the gnarly roots and steep pitches that make up these two trails. I also swapped out the Norco torture rack in favour of a Specialized Phenom saddle (after raving about the Power saddle) which is working wonderfully one ride in.
I noticed alot of orange ribbon in the bush too. Looks like the WCC will be undertaking a nice trail expansion project. Hopefully the flow and rolling terrain of the original trails will remain intact.
While riding trails like Bloody Lung, Broken Shoulder, and This Trail Sucks, I often wonder how these trail are named. Did some poor sap break his shoulder? Cough up blood? Either way, I hope I keep myself intact.
Its going to be another good year for riding and I've promised myself that I will start doing more rides away from home in places that I use to frequent before time became scarce with family commitments. I won't be back to road tripping every weekend (probably never will be, those were the young and commitment-free days) but places near home like The Pines will surely keep my fire alive when things at TP get a little ennui feeling. I'm going to make a "2016 Bucket List", thinking that I need to hit some places like Hydrocut, Kelso, Puslinch, Hardwood, Copeland, 3 Stages........ I could go on. I also want to do more group rides with both TPMBC and WCC as 99% of my riding the last few years has been solo. It will be nice to make some new riding friends and create more good times with old ones.
The first nice weekend of the spring....... how I've missed the warm weather. I'm not about to waste it either. Friday was a family bike ride and picnic / park visit. I pulled Little Bric on the Trail-A-Bike while Mrs. Bric pulled Princess in the trailer along with our picnic lunch. I was impressed that she pulled it as far as we went without complaining, she just put the power down and soldiered on with a loaded out trailer in tow. Lunch and park time was great, a perfect sunny day and 17 degrees out, followed by a lazy ride back home and nap times.
Saturday was my time to fly solo at Turkey Point. In spite of the nice weather, most trails are still sloppy and closed but Turkey Point is always ready to ride. The trails in the Provincial Park were closed due to a prescribed burn, so I headed out through the Anderson Tract and into the old dump trails. I had the Norco out today, first time in a few weeks, with my newly added Rocket Ron rear tire. I always like the Nobby Nic front and Rocket Ron rear on my 29ers and felt the Nic didn't handle well and slid out alot on the back. This trait was exasperated by the wider tires on the b+ platform and the Ron was a great choice. Much better cornering than the Nic in the rear and more traction that I could find the limits to.
This bike likes to be ridden hard. The harder I rode, the more confident it felt. I was carving the berms and even catching air off the little jumps. This is pretty good for a big dude who likes to keep it close to Terra Firma.
I rode out the dump trails to Motorhead and Wild Turkey, making a nice loop back via Big Easy. I came across a group of riders at a trail intersection and stopped to have the usual mountain biker friendly chit-chat when one of the ladies yelled "Hey, you're the helmet model!". Seems that my wife's photo of me showing off my helmets has made the rounds on facebook. I had to laugh at my minor moment of celebrity fame being that.
I headed back to the dump trails to finish off with Toxicity and Hot Flash. I have to give it to the LOST (Ladies On Single Track) girls for the Hot Flash trail. It was build and designed by them and is one of the more aggressive trails out in Turkey Point. Well done!
Back through the Anderson Tract and a short road spin to get to the West Side (again, the park was closed) for a nice loop through there. By the end of the ride I was in serious butt pain from the OEM Norco saddle, its needs to go in favour of something that fits better ASAP.
A perfect day of riding in anyone's book. Today is going to be spending more time with the family and taking our bikes to Delhi for a ride with Papa, who surprised the hell out of my by buying a mountain bike last year to bomb around town on. My son has been asking to go for a ride with Papa since he got his bike, I'm sure he won't be disappointed.
Welcome back spring..... I've missed you.
I woke up at 3:30. I was wide awake and staring at the bedroom ceiling, excited about my ride today but also dreading having my soul crushed. The steady rain for the last two days have made everything a soaking wet mess, and the cold is just going to make it tougher. I'm diving in head first, knowing full well that this will be one of those rides where throwing in the towel will cross my mind several times. I won't want to even look at a bike for the next week. I eat my breakfast and pack my bag, checking out the window every few minutes to see if everything had miraculously dried up. The cold window fogs as I breathe on it, looking at the wet road in front of my house. The weather forecast is -1 degree all morning, feeling like -8. I had better pack my cold weather gear today, and as much waterproof stuff as I own. And wool..... lots of wool.
I step out into the cold and dark morning with my bag in hand, its chilly out here. The truck warms up as I strap down my bike and throw my gear in the back seat. A little bit of windshield de-icing and I'm off, heading towards Indigo Lounge in Tillsonburg for the start. I'm there early, only three other people so far. It gives me a chance to chat with the mastermind of the TillsonBurn, Jeff Ward. He has put alot of work into planning this ride and it shows. The route map has thoughtfully put together loops that will get the most out of the local gravel roads and hills, lots of hills.
Everyone is rolling in now. I put on my gear and wait for the riders meeting, all while shaking like a leaf in the cold morning. I'm eager to get started and warm myself up, its just too cold to stand still. Before long we are organized into a group, arranged by speed / skill level. I keep near the back, knowing that I'll be stopping for photos and going my usual slow and steady pace.
We set out. Its a one hundred(ish) bike parade through town and out to the Participark. Its not long before we get into our first bit of real mud near highway #3. Its slippery goo and my CX bike is having trouble maintaining traction along this stretch of beat up ATV trail. I start to wonder if a mountain bike might have been a better idea but there is no going back now. I slog through it, using what grip I could get from the 42c tires, and eventually make it to the gravel roads. "At last" I think to myself but little did I know that my struggles were just beginning. Not long into the gravel and the hills started.
Once into the climbs, the mass group starts to split up into smaller groups of similarly skilled riders. I'm suffering on the climbs but a quick glance behind me and I can see the same on everyone else's face. At least I'm not alone. Chit chat along the route with my old friend Donny, and new friend Don, and they assure me that there are no more tough hills and that there are only a few more km to go. I know better and laugh it off.
With each passing climb the group breaks up more and more. Before long I find myself flying solo. I keep my head down and grind out the miles along the country roads, following the orange arrows and hoping like hell I don't miss one. I pass the odd rider and am passed by other in return. One thing I notice is how diverse the group of riders is today. There is everything from full on racing minded guys, to fat bikes, there is even some vintage iron out here today. Some riders are experienced veterans, some are brand new to riding and just trying to slog it out. One thing we all have in common is that we are having fun. And suffering..... lots of suffering.
Miles in and we drop in off the road into a field. Its a hard go in the soft muck but I'm doing the best I can to keep on top of it and moving forward. We enter the first real trail section of the day and the mayhem really begins. I go in following a fat bike, which has no problem riding the soft wet trail, who quickly drops me as I fight the bike to stay upright. I mash on the pedals frantically, trying to keep my lowest gear moving me forward as I'm bogging down in the muck. The Norco is great on mixed surfaces but has a really tough time with full on mountain bike type trails. Its slow in these trails but makes up for it everywhere else.
A little ways through the singletrack and I come across a rather tough looking downhill. Its steep and straight down, with a sharp corner at the bottom. The surface is battered and slippery. I have my first "fuck it" moment and get off the bike to walk down. I'm frustrated that I didn't ride the downhill out but the penalty for failure could mean that I don't finish the ride. I'd rather do the walk of shame then have to ride out in an ambulance.
Back out onto pavement and my legs are screaming at me. I'm doing what I can to spin them up and work the knots out, but the mental games are beginning. I'm working hard at mind over matter right now. I can't feel most of my toes in my left foot and I can't feel my right foot at all. My hands are killing me from being smashed by drop bars in the singletrack. The next road section of soft sand has my legs burning and my arms numb as I try to pick a line through the wet sinkholes along the way. My first thought of quitting crosses my mind. I'm near 40km in and just keep telling myself "only 10 more to go" even though I know its going to be over 60km by the end. I think of the shame I'd have if I quit now. I've got to keep moving on, I don't want to have to show up in Tillsonburg in the orange van of shame, the "quitter-mobile" I call it in my head.
I block out the noise in my own head and all of my self doubt. I know I can finish this. I am able to hype myself up enough to get a second wind of sorts and hammer on. More miles grind out and I eventually arrive at the rest stop area. I enjoy a banana and some gatorade mix and get a chance to warm up my feet at the fire. Its only a short while before I can finally feel my feet again, its seems that my double wool socks and winter SPD boots are no match for some of the chilling winds out there on the open road sections. I'm back on the bike and into another trail section after the rest stop. I get through the singletrack and onto an old roadway that has been long forgotten and nearly taken back by mother nature. I stall out and walk the long gentle climb to Bell Mill Side Road. Some of the fastest guys running the 100km route are passing me now, they go by me like I'm standing still, which makes me up my mental game to keep from giving up out of frustration.
I emerge from the last trail section, knowing that there isn't far to go now. I pedal into the headwind back into Tillsonburg, the thought that the ride will be over soon it the carrot on the stick for me right now. My legs are shot, I've been running on empty for a while now. I feel like laying down on the side of the road and crying myself to sleep. I eventually cross over Highway#3 again and am in the town limits of Tillsonburg. As I ride down Simcoe St I get a renewed sense of vigor and attack the climb up Tillson Ave. I make it most of the way before completely bonking out and granny gearing it the next few blocks.
Pulling into Indigo Lounge, I am broken but smiling. I can barely stand, I'm out of energy and running on adrenaline only at this point. The endorphins and adrenaline, coupled with the sense of accomplishment, have me feeling a little euphoric.
I did it, I beat the TillsonBurn. According to my GPS the "50km" route was 63km. I've never done such a tough / long ride so early in the year. I guess all that winter fat biking paid off and kept me in somewhat decent enough shape to ride this out. I'm quite happy with myself as I've checked off the first box on a list of achieved personal accomplishments that I hope to fulfill this year. On the flip side, I'm so worn out and hurting that I don't want to even look at a bike for the next week. Its going to take a few days for my cement legs to loosen up anyways. The gravel roads, trails, and climbs have worn me down.
I'd like to extend my personal thanks to Jeff and all the other volunteers for the countless hours spent organizing such a great ride. His commitment to 'The Burn' and his fellow riders was easy to see today and he was happy just having people come out for the ride. His vision brought together a very diverse family of riders, making memories and stories for them that will be remembered for years to come. The ride was completely free of charge, but any donations made were going towards the purchase of a bicycle(s) for disadvantaged children. These selfless acts make him a champion of the local cycling community and I hope that he continues to put on this ride for years to come, I'll be there each time. Thank you Jeff!
I can't wait to bring on the pain again for TillsonBURN 2017!
Sometimes you need to go the hard way and test your metal, to see what you are really made of. This is why I've decided that I'll tackle the TillsonBurn ride this year. Its going to be the "short" loop for me, which is 50km or so of gravel roads and trails with lots of hills tossed in. We are less than a week away so I thought I should get a dry run in and and see if my metal is up to the task at hand come Friday. I hopped aboard my trusty cross bike and decided to make a loop of 50km comprised of road and trail to somewhat mimic what I had ahead of me.
I left Simcoe via the Lynn Valley Trail, one of my usual ways of getting out of town. The air was still cold and each breath was a could of steam from my nose. I imagined myself as a coal powered locomotive, puffing steam with each rotation on the cranks. The trail was quite as it was still quite early and cold for the dog walking and trail running crowds.
Once out of town I left the limestone pathway of the Lynn Valley Trail and onto the asphalt of Lynn Valley Road. My first test of metal was just ahead of me, a gruelling short climb up the North tip of Ryerse Road. I held each gear as long as I could, frantically downshifting just as I was about to stall out, until I reached my granny gear. I kept my legs turning and my eyes looking ahead to the crest, eventually besting the hill. The morning cold seemed to have burnt away while under full power and I was warm now, although breathing hard. I made my way down Ryerse Road pointed South towards the lake. A quick stop at Hay Creek for a water and pee break and I was in Port Ryerse before I knew it.
The next few miles along Front Road would be a tough set of short hills. The first of which was up and out of Port Ryerse travelling West, a short but punchy climb that had me sweating. A few miles of rolling hills and lake shore scenery and I was descending into Fisher's Glen which is home to the infamous descend-hairpin turn- cilmb of Front Road. The climb out of Fisher's Glen can be brutal, it seems like you go from the lowest point in the county to the highest in one short steep climb. I reached the top, gasping for air but exhilarated at the same time. So far my dry run was going well and I was crushing these climbs one after another.
I throttled down a bit and spun my way into Normandale and up to the dead end of Mole Side Road, the popular staging area for the Turkey Point trails. This would be the trail section of my "test of metal". As I rolled into the TP trailhead I met, by chance, with Russ who was heading out to do some training with his new trail dog Ryder. Ryder was super excited and bouncing through the woods along the trails. A little bit of chit chat and we went our own ways, each of us having spoken of our commitment to doing the "Burn" on Friday. I rode in on the Finn and Feather trail, then on through Dizzy Lizzy where I met up with the TPMBC gang. They were heading to the dump property and I decided to hang with the group as I was heading that way anyways.
The cross bike wasn't too bad at keeping up with the full on mountain bikes, although after being repeatedly jarred along trails like The Stroller and Methane my wrists were crying in pain. It seems that 42c tires and drop bars are not as pillowy comfortable as four inch fat tires and flat bars. We rode out of the dump and out to Motorhead where I really tested the limits of the CX bike on the big rollers, bridges, and minor jumps along the trail. This sure isn't the kind of bike you want to "get loose" on, some of it was downright scary. After Motorhead (during which I always have the song 'Ace of Spades' playing in my head, RIP Lemmy) I hit the road again for the ride back towards Simcoe.
Back on the road and I was moving North towards the four corners of Walsh. I moved quickly from TP to Walsh but was running out of steam now with about 10km or so to go before hitting home. I turned onto a concession road and was hit by a nasty headwind. It wouldn't have been so bad but I was really starting to feel the burn and the wind was kicking my ass. I found a good gear and just kept churning the pedals, I felt as if I was riding through oatmeal. Lots of effort with little payoff.
I put my head down and kept moving. Before long I was riding back into Simcoe along Evergreen Hill Road, just a few km through town and I would be home. My test of metal complete. Once I pulled into my laneway I nearly collapsed, my legs felt like huge rubber bands. My GPS says I did 49km, but it always reads lower than my bike computer for some reason (I've tested this on a few bikes, all the same results) so I'd have to hazard a guess that I was actually closer to 53-54 km.
My test of metal felt successful, I think I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be for the TillsonBurn but I'm sure I'll still have my ass kicked by the terrain and the weather. I'm really just hoping to survive the ride without having to call Mrs. Bric to pick me up along the route, and I want to keep myself from crying too. I don't mean crying the sense of "my brakes are dragging" either, I mean that I hope I don't give up and sob myself to sleep in a puddle of my own urine on the side of the road. That would be embarrassing.
Can't wait to have my ass kicked and my soul crushed on Friday! See you out there.
The Bric...._ mountain biker, road rider, heavyweight gear abuser. Built like a brick sh*thouse. No bike is safe.