Last year, after I had successfully done two centuries back to back, I was feeling pretty good and looking to taking my riding to the next level. As if the World Wide Web read my mind, I came across this line about randonneuring: “If you have done a century and are looking for the ‘next’ challenge, [randonneuring] may be it.”* All right, I thought to myself. I’ll try it. The 200K sounds like my next move– if I can do 100 miles, 124 miles should be achievable.
The Eastern Shore Flatbread ride sounded like it would fit the bill– hey, the terrain is flat! How hard could it be? I somehow convinced my fellow bicycling buddy J to join me, although she had some reservations. We decided to stay at a hotel on the Eastern Shore the night before, get a good dinner and a good night’s sleep, then head over to the start point early Saturday morning.
We made it to the start point a little later than intended, but all was well at the beginning. I unloaded my bike and began to put some air in my tires. I unscrewed the Presta valve cap of my rear tire– it broke off between my fingers. And that’s where my troubles began.
“J, I have a problem,” I said, and showed her the cap. “Oh, wow,” she said, “Do you have a spare tube? Can you change it quickly?” Up to this point, I’ve only ever changed the tube to my front wheel, not the back, and I was a little worried about the gears. She offered to change it for me while I ran over to the registration table to sign us in and get our brevet cards. Cards in hand, I ran back to the parking lot– and heard a bang! Hoping that that sound wasn’t what I thought it was, I went back to J.
“Was that my tube that exploded?” I asked hesitantly. “Yeah,” she replied, “I didn’t seat the tube in the rim right.” She was now installing her spare tube on my wheel– we had no spares left for the ride. Once we got the tube installed, correctly inflated, and the wheel back on the bike, we went over to the start– and all the riders were leaving the lot. We missed the introductions and hurriedly finished the registration before hopping on the bike and following the group.
“If we can keep up with the group for a while,” J said, “I think that would be good–” as we watched the pack take off and disappear from view. sigh. We were on our own. No problem– we’ll ride together.
The morning was chilly, but beautiful. We rode through fields and watched the sun rise. And then– the wind. Headwinds, side winds, buffeting us so strongly that it was a struggle to pedal. The wind roared in my ears so that I couldn’t hear anything else. J and I took turns drafting each other as best we could.
We got to Milford, Delaware, and stopped at Dolce Bakery, a welcome treat. I got a delicious pumpkin roll and iced tea, which perked me up. As we were sitting at the bakery, J noticed I had a pin stuck on my rear tire, and pulled it out. There was a bike shop further down the road, and eagerly, we rode to it– only to find that it was closed. We kept going.
Whew! We made it to the first control point at Slaughter Beach with plenty of time to spare. We rode to the beach and sat at the picnic area. There, we met a fellow rider, Rich, who was also a first-timer and rode on a recumbent bike. We chatted as we munched on the lunches we brought and enjoyed the ocean view. Rich took off first, and we were about to head out shortly thereafter– when I noticed that my rear tire was completely flat. ugh!
We went back to the control, on the off chance that the shopkeeper happened to have a spare tube lying around. No such luck. Luckily, J and I had patch kits, so it was then a matter of finding the hole in the tube and patching it up. One of the men thoughtfully brought out a bucket of water so that we could discern the hole easily. Found it– once again, J deftly fixed up the tube, put the wheel back on, and we were on our way.
Unfortunately, this repair job lost us a lot of time, and I was worried we weren’t going to make it to the next control before it closed. Worse, what if the patch didn’t hold? I couldn’t bear to think about it. I began praying in my head as we pedaled, please let me finish the ride. Please let me finish the ride.
When we got to the penultimate control, I tentatively asked the cashier, “Did we make it in time?” He told us we did. “But you’re late,” he admonished. “Everyone else got here at 11.” That stung, but not as much as realizing what the consequences of being so late meant– that we were going to have to contend with riding in the dark.
We saw the sun sink down the horizon and disappear. It grew dark, and the stars appeared. We turned our lights on– our lights weren’t high-powered enough to illuminate the road, but mine were just bright enough to see a few feet in front of us. With no streetlights to guide us for miles, we pedaled cautiously but quickly in pitch darkness. We had to stop every so often to check the cue sheet and check the GPS to make sure we were on course.
And then, a miracle happened. We saw the nearly full moon grow brighter, bright enough to light the way. It was magical, and was a great help at the right time.
We kept riding, losing sense of time, elevation, and distance. The last few miles seemed to go on forever. And then, just before our last turn, we saw a car parked on the side of the road– and two men came out.
“Hey! Are you J and Lisa?” one of them called out. “Yes!” we shouted. “We’re just coming to check up on you. You’re making good time– you’re almost done,” they replied. Relieved, we thanked them, and they promised to meet us at the finish. With renewed energy, we kept on, and true to their word, we saw them at the restaurant. We did it!
Chip and Bill congratulated us for completing the brevet, and after a few photos were taken, we headed inside to turn in our cards. We made it with 9 minutes to spare! Amazing!
I am so very grateful for Chip, Clint, and Bill, for the volunteers, for MG for giving us advice that proved to be very valuable, for R who was there at the finish to take me home, and most importantly, for J, who was a great riding companion– I really couldn’t have done it without you! Thank you all so much for making my first randonneuring experience an adventure I’ll always remember.
21 thoughts on “The Flatbread 200K”
Lisa, CONGRATULATIONS to you and J!!! Really enjoyed your post. The wind was such a bear! I loved how you wrote about seeing the moon. It’s when I’m having those low moments that something really special seems to happen.
Thank you so much! I admit I was a little wary of riding on the country roads in the dark until the moon appeared over the fields. What a beautiful night!
“And then, a miracle happened.” That’s so wonderful! So proud Nature worked with you!
It really lifted our spirits! It was breathtaking.
Sounds like a wonderful (though stressful) time. I love the eastern shore for the flat roads, but the wind can get pretty intense!
You ain’t kidding! I don’t remember the Sea Gull being this bad with the wind, save for the approach to Assateague.
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Congratulations! That was a fun ride, though I finished a little faster than you did. Now the thing to do is practice changing flats out in the garage or in the front yard, and do it over and over again. Practice makes perfect! It’s a good idea to practice using the patch kits, even if there isn’t a hole, and it’s good to ‘waste’ a CO2 cartridge or two, if you use them, just so you know how they work.
Practice in the warm, practice in the cold, and even go out in a light rain. You’ll be glad you did next time you get a flat.
Thanks, Dave! I know how to fix flats, but not as efficiently as J. Believe me, I’ll be practicing!
Yes, congratulations again to you and J, who are now officially randonneusses. I hope we get to see you both again at a future DC Randonneurs brevet.
Thank you so much! It was a real pleasure to meet you, and I hope to see you again.
Had my own trouble with punctures this weekend: mine caused by a defective pump! I had plenty of tubes but it took me 45 mins to inflate one of them. Good riding to make it in time, well done. I didn’t even manage to start my Brevet…
eek! Sorry to hear that– I hope you will make it to your next brevet. Thanks for writing.
Congratulations and welcome to Randonneuring! I enjoyed your account. Look forward to the next one.
Thanks, Iron Rider– I enjoyed reading your account as well! I hope to meet you at a future ride.
Lisa: very nice writeup and what an experience! I always find new challenge to overcome on many of these rides…..always asking why the heck am i doing this and then can’t wait for the next one. I hope it never gets boring because if it does i’m gonna have to find something different to do. Looking forward to meeting you soon.
Thanks, Mike! I also hope it never gets boring– what an adventure!
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Lisa- Congratulations! As I read your account of the ride, I could picture other Randonneurs reading & nodding their heads in understanding. Familiar optimism at the start, familiar trials & tribulations during the ride & a wonderful sense of accomplishment at the finish. Be proud of your perseverance!
Thanks, Dave! If nothing else, I’ve got perseverance in droves!
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