2011 Syllamo’s Revenge Ride Report

First off, I am the consummate weekend warrior. I don’t pretend to go to a race to take the podium, nor have I ever come close LOL. You can find me towards the back of the pack and I’m perfectly OK with this. I go to these things for the sense of adventure and accomplishing them. My goal was to ride strong and enjoy seeing new trail for 50 miles!

My training this past winter consisted of going to the gym several times a week, mainly to run the track or spin on the bikes for 30 minutes. I absolutely hate spinning so I prefer to run as much as I can. When the weather got nicer this year, I took to running outside and of course started to ride my mountain bike when appropriate. One big problem I encountered was an extremely wet April, and not only did I seldom get out on the bike, I wasn’t running as much as I wanted. Long story short, in the run up to the May 14 race, my training seriously plummeted instead of ramping up. I never got a ride in of more than about 10 miles this spring. Trouble ahead!

Even with these problems, I went into the race feeling really fit and mentally prepared – which is often as important as the physical. I had a brand new bike – Salsa Spearfish – and was excited to take her out on her first race. Took the 5 hour drive on Friday afternoon, found my campsite Friday night – too late to pre-ride anything -, and settled into a horrible night’s sleep. Woke up feeling the usual nervous energy of a big ride, but nothing really serious. Ate a banana, some yogurt, and a grain bar as soon as I woke up, giving it about an hour to digest before the race. Loaded my gear and headed to the start line with the other 200 racers.

The race starts and I’m in the middle/back, knowing that is where I’d be most at home. The first mile is straight up hill on a fire road, which is designed to thin the field for the eventual entry into singletrack. Had no problem climbing, felt really solid, and even began passing a few groups of riders. Since I’m not fighting for position I really just go at my own pace and enjoy the climb. Once we hit singletrack the wheels literally came off the bus…

The singletrack starts with a tangled mess of slippery rocks that is likely ridable when dry, but only just. It had rained a couple days prior and everything was still drying out, but not dry. Each rock was slippery with the mud of the previous riders and something about the rock there makes them as slippery as ice when you try to ride over them. Everyone was walking their bikes through these sections and it was hard to judge distance alternately riding for a bit and then walking for a bit – but perhaps a full half mile of the first 7 or 8 mile stretch was spent walking, at least for me. I got a major quad muscle cramp in this section, which is super rare for me. I took some Hammer Endurolyte capsules and removed that threat immediately, but this was just the beginning of my problems.

I’m not sure why, but about 45 minutes into the ride I started to feel sick to my stomach. I was using my usual Hammer products for in-race nutrition and I’ve never had problems like this before, so I don’t think they were to blame, but something was making me feel bad. At one point I had to stop, thinking I was going to unload my stomach on a fellow biker LOL. This passed after a bit, but I felt “off” for a good long while in the morning.

Then another problem popped up which I didn’t expect; my bulletproof Camelbak which I’ve used for years without incident decided to take a dump this day, and the end-cap popped off and it started spitting my water out all over the place. I knew I’d never find the missing piece so I let it empty out and had to rely on the one drink bottle I was using on the frame of my bike for the rest of the day.

It felt like an eternity reaching the first checkpoint (mile 15) but I chomped on some oranges, refilled my water, and was on my way. Spent only a few minutes there. The next section (Green Loop) was much faster singletrack and at least temporarily I was out of the wet rock sections. A few miles of this brought us back to the Orange Loop which was again a mix of fun singletrack and awful walking and mud pits. My bike was a gory mess already.

At this point between checkpoint 1 and 2 I was actually starting to think my day was done. A combination of unsettled stomach, unexpected amounts of walking, and rumors that we hadn’t even reached the hard part of the trail conspired to make me think bad thoughts about giving up. I’ve never given up on any bike race or even a recreational bike ride, so giving up was foreign to me – though it really sounded good at this point.

As I left Orange Trail for Blue trail, I hit some really nasty rock gardens going downhill that I chose to walk due to how slick they were. The only other place I can recall encountering slick mud like this trail was in Hawaii. If I had to pick either though, Arkansas would win hands down as a better place to ride no matter how bad the mud… I reached the bottom of Blue and ran into a friendly rider who seemed to be on the same pace as me since we’d passed back and forth all day. He said this was his 6th time doing this race, and that it would likely be the first time he didn’t finish. We looked at the clock and the cutoff times for checkpoint 3 and figured it was beyond reach.

But an odd thing happened in the next 30 or so minutes. As we pulled into checkpoint 2, the staff said we had 2 hours to reach the final checkpoint before we’d miss the cutoff. We had 26 miles done (5 hours in the saddle so far), and it was “only” 9 miles to the next CP, but contained the worst climbs of the day. I was beat down, my bike was caked with mud and my gears sounded horrible, and while my stomach had returned to normal my energy level was ebbing pretty low. In talking to my riding friend, he said what would likely happen is that we’d arrive too late at CP 3 but that we would at least be able to ride that far. But, after reflecting on the crappy ride that I was having so far and realizing that if I didn’t finish this today I would likely feel compelled to come back and try again – I resolved to give it everything I had to make it in time for the cut off. I had a purpose, a goal, a mental target again. I was off.

This section WAS pretty hilly, and I did do a fair bit of walking despite my zeal. One section was so steep it went up man-made steps through a notch of rock. But all in all, I was able to maintain forward momentum and push myself through the worst of the climbs. Even this nasty section had a fair amount of level riding and even some downhill. The miles ticked away, especially the final few miles which were rolling singletrack. In my head I recalled the story of a previous rider of Syllamo’s revenge who posted his ride report afterwards – he bailed out his first year – and he said he regretted it for the whole year until his second try in which he succeeded. I’m trying to find the link to his report. That guy helped inspire me to push it. I pulled into CP 3 with about 10 minutes to spare! Victory would be mine.

The last section of trail (Red Loop) is dubbed the “fun” section of this 50 mile affair. It is fast, rolling singletrack through majestic pine forest – which reminded me of riding in Colorado. Very sweet indeed. Even so, I spent a good portion of my reserves pushing hard to make the cutoff and now I was dragging horribly on anything but actual downhill. There were no longer many riders doing the 50 mile race – most were already well finished and probably heading home by now. The few guys I did see were taking it easy like me. However, there was another group of riders who were doing the 125k race and those guys were blowing by like they were fresh. Really impressive to witness, and every single one was very nice with words of encouragement as they whizzed by. Hats off to those guys (and gals).

Easy or not, that was the longest 15 miles of my life. When I finally reached the last descent back down the fire road I was so happy because I knew even a mechanical failure couldn’t stop me from finishing. Pedaling down to the finish line was a breeze, and the few people remaining gave me a nice welcome. I was immediately off the bike and over at the food trough loading up on spaghetti and salad. Yum!


Bottom line was that victory was mine. Not a podium of course, but I beat down the quitter in me and managed to maintain forward momentum no matter how tired I was physically. Racing against the weaker version of myself helped me emerge from this thing knowing that I can conquer almost any challenge. On my sliding scale of “most difficult things in my life” I think this race probably takes the cake. I was on the bike for 9 hours and 30 minutes. A good portion of that was spent pushing my bike (I wish I had a way to measure that) up hills or through mud pits. By comparison I did a 75 mile race in Wyoming (Laramie Enduro) which at the time I felt was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. However, looking back that race was easy in comparison because you could go downhill for miles and miles in some spots. It also lacked mud and never once did I slip on muddy rocks (although ironically I fell into a mud pit!). A close third on my list of difficult bike rides was doing one section of the Colorado Trail where we carried our bikes on our backs for 8 solid miles, mostly uphill. We then rode another 40 miles. As hard as that was, I think I’d rather do that again before I’d do a muddy Syllamo.

As to whether I’d do this again under any circumstances I think that time will tell. Today, this minute, I don’t think I’d invest the time and effort riding it again. It is well run, the volunteers and staff were awesome, and the area of Arkansas where the race is held is beautiful. As races go, I have no complaints. As trails go however, the fun factor was sapped by the mud and rocks to a point that I can honestly say I wasn’t having fun for most of the day. It’s fantastic that I finished it as I don’t feel compelled to go back there to prove I can complete it, so maybe I’ll just leave it at that. In 2004 I said I’d never do the Laramie Enduro again either…and I’d LOVE to do that race again – so who knows.

The main thing I learned about long rides in general is to carry chain lube in muddy conditions. My chain sounded like it had coffee grounds in it as I rode the last 25 miles or so and at times I really felt like the whole drivetrain was going to blow apart. The CPs had lube, but so many people needed it that by the time I made it to each one they were empty. A small detail to be sure, but an important one that might have helped smooth out my late day grinds.

Special thanks to Weider Nutrition, my awesome sponsor!

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St. Louis Tour de Cure 2010 Ride Report

The 2010 Tour de Cure in St. Louis was only recently put on my radar as something I wanted to do, and up until a few weeks ago I didn’t even have a road bike to ride it. But, over the winter I had been training very hard to get into better shape for my spring/summer mountain biking, and somewhere along the line the bug bit me to do a long road ride like this – 100 miles to be exact.

So, with two training rides of about 50 miles under my belt I headed to Grafton IL to give this a shot. I had no doubt I could sit in the saddle for 100 miles but any number of things could have happened to stop me from crossing the finish line. Fortunately, this story does have a happy ending!

2010 Tour de Cure St. Louis

I gave myself an hour and 45 minutes to reach Grafton before the start of the race, and to my shock it took exactly that amount of time. I started to unload my bike just as the main group of 100 mile riders left. So much for taking pictures beforehand! I moved as fast as I could to get all my gear together and started after them, probably 10 or so minutes later. As it turned out, that would be the last time in a hundred miles that I would see that group.

The first few miles from Grafton to Pierre Marquette were along a rolling bike path which was really nice. I suspect the lead group probably stayed on the highway because they were following a police car – which meant they rolled through this section much faster than I did. I was following where the arrows told me to go, and they said to go on the wild path…which ended in a few miles at the first rest stop (the Gold’s Gym rest stop). I didn’t really need to stop, but did for about 2 minutes to refresh my water and start dumping in some Hammer Nutrition Perpetuem, which would be my primary fuel for the day. Off I went…

My first goal was to find a group of riders in a pace line so that I could tag along, and for the next 10 or so miles I bounced around a few groups trying to find a speed I could live with. By far the fastest section of my day, I cruised along fairly quickly on this stretch as it was cool and shady (the sun stayed in the clouds almost the whole ride) and I was fresh. Because the main field was up ahead though, there weren’t many organized groups trailing behind like me. This meant that most of the day was spent riding alone or in small disorganized clusters.

The next rest stop was at a small building of some sort and like all the rest stops in this race was well stocked with loads of food and beverages. I stopped here for another few minutes to get water, ice, and refill my bottle with some Perpeteum (which I did at every rest stop). As I took off I still felt really good and was able to keep a fairly brisk pace for the next 10 miles to the Kampsville rest stop. I ran into one nice chap who was riding a recumbent bike, and was telling me how he had done 11,000 miles in the past 3 years on it! We rode for a few miles and eventually he dropped in with a faster group and was gone…

Ferry crossing at Kampsville, IL.

The Kampsville ferry was the highlight of the small town of Kampsville, IL and the 5 minute crossing gave me just enough time to snap a photo on my iPhone and upload it to Facebook. The rest stop was on the far side, and I stopped again before heading out onto the somewhat busy section of highway running between Kampsville and Hardin, IL. This was a tough 10 mile stretch, as we were now about 30 miles into the ride.

We crossed the bridge at Hardin and made our way to the next rest stop. I was only here for a couple minutes when my cousin came riding up. He also got a late start and was in a hurry to get back on the road. We chatted for a minute or so and then he was off and gone.

The next section had the only big climb of the day, which took us onto the bluffs above the rivers in the area. Not a difficult climb but after 40 miles of flats it was a change of pace. The scenery then changed to back roads through corn fields, rather than larger dual lane highways. I can’t say I was disappointed to be off the fast traffic roads for a while…

I stopped at the next rest stop and actually spent a few minutes sitting and eating some cookies. My plan was to depend on my Perpeteum the whole day, but I was sorely tempted by all the goodies I was passing up at the stops – and eventually I just had to have a rice crispy treat! I tempered it with a banana I think… I was off again on a fast highway for a short distance before getting back into the cornfields. The next section was one of the toughest of the day for some reason. Miles 50-65 seemed like a barren wasteland where the straight roads seemed to go on and on forever through the corn. The rest stop in Kane IL was the first one I was REALLY glad to see as I also ran out of water on this stretch…

Lunch was served in Kane, but a sandwich didn’t really appeal to me so I ended up eating a bag of chips and a banana just to give myself a little variety. After a few minutes of rest and a refill of water, I was back out on the blacktop. This next section I was feeling better, because I remember thinking so, but I can’t really recall much of this section of the ride until the end when we were skirting the edge of Jerseyville, IL and there were houses and such rather than cornfields. The next rest stop was at the City Park and was well stocked with nice volunteers (all of the rest stops were, it just seemed like this one had the most!). A quick rest and then off again!

The next section weaved in and out of the town of Jerseyville and I only remember snippets of this section — I think everything runs together when everywhere you look is a cornfield — including my only negative run in with a vehicle the whole day. A young kid in a red pick up yelled at me to get off the road. Apparently having 10s of miles between himself and the next vehicle plus me was just too much traffic. :) In fact on this section I can’t recall seeing hardly anyone else on a bike. Miles were thinning out the riders to the point of extreme.

The desolation ended at the next rest stop, which had all the usual goodies and nice folks. They said we were getting close to the end! Only 15 short miles to go!

The next section was along another fast section of highway and I pushed pretty hard here so I wouldn’t have to be on it any longer than necessary. I think I passed one rider over the 4 or so miles until the next turn off. Once back onto the country roads I didn’t see anyone until very near the next rest stop. At one point I was on a straight piece of farm road and I could see in back of me and in front of me as far as I could and didn’t see any other bikers. I rolled into the last rest stop of the day to one of the most vocal stops, with a nice group of volunteers giving a rousing cheer to each new biker. It was a nice gesture given that we were well behind the main field and coming in by ourselves. This rest stop was the main event of the day, though I missed the bands, probably by a couple of hours.

The end of ride was almost just around the corner, and the only big hill of the day was a fast descent off the bluff into the town of Elsah, which is just a couple miles from the finish line. The last mile or so is along the Mississippi River and is quite nice.

The finish was a bit anti-climatic. There was a tent with some nice volunteers cheering for all the late arrivals and a few riders were still hanging around the area having chow. Otherwise, you’d hardly know you were finishing a 100 mile bike ride. Not sure what I was expecting. I was done – that is all that mattered I guess.

Me crossing the finish.

The thing that surprised me the most about the day was how much pedaling was involved. I know it sounds terribly obvious, but I figured there would be sections of up followed by sections where you could coast for a bit and catch your breath. It turns out that except for the very last hill (which lasted about 60 seconds), almost the entire course was flat enough that pedaling was required even on the gentle down slopes. I never doubted that I could finish the 100 miles, but I was surprised that it took me a full 8 hours of pedaling to do it! This put me at about 12.5 miles per hour, which seems rather slow for a road bike – but with 9 rest stops I guess it adds up. Next time I ride 100 miles I’m sure I can do better. It gives me something to aim for.

My nutrition plan was mostly intact. My Hammer Perpeteum worked the usual wonders, and I paired with with Endurolyte caps by Hammer, which prevented any leg cramping. When I finished the race I was definitely fatigued, but not exhausted. A couple recovery drinks and I was good to go for the drive home. The next day my legs felt tired, but weren’t in any pain. I credit this to good nutrition!

Thanks to all who donated to the ADA in my name so I could ride this race. I’m proud to have helped in some small way to fight diabetes and I’m looking forward to doing it again next year.

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More pictures.

Greensfelder Challenge Mountain Bike Race 2010

This was my first race since moving back to Missouri (2007), and my second race lifetime (my previous race was the 2005, 75 mile Laramie Enduro in WY).  I went in to this race not really knowing what to expect from a local race on a short loop (8.5 miles) of semi-technical trail.  I had been training at the gym most of the winter so that my casual riding would be stronger this year, and my previous bike outings this spring left me feeling I was in pretty good shape for a 39 year old.  Probably riding stronger than ever before.  For some reason this particular race at Greensfelder appealed to me, so I figured what the hell. But having no experience in racing made for an interesting ride…

One of my bad assumptions was that I could take it easy at the start since the group would probably be bunched up for a while and that fighting for position early on didn’t make much difference.  I figured that I could catch people one some of the technical portions (I pre-rode the course so knew what to expect).  This assumption was instantly shattered when I realized that since I was in the beginner class, there was a large disparity in skill level between the guy who got to the first big downhill first, and those who got there later.  It turns out that since I arrived bunched up in the group, I was at the mercy of the slowest rider on the downhill – and was unable to safely pass.  This slowed me down so much that the next age group caught up with us before we reached the bottom of the first hill – and they started a full minute behind us!  I would say I easily lost a minute or more within the first mile.

My next assumption was that I would be able to catch people on some of the technical sections, and this was true to an extent.  There were a lot of guys walking sections, and I was able to ride past them, but this wasn’t as big an advantage as I figured because the main field of my age group was so far ahead.

The trail itself was stellar.  Lately refurbished by GORC (Gateway Off-Road Cyclists), the initial 6 miles or so are all flowing single track, reminiscent of some of the best (flatter) trails in Colorado.  Never too steep on the ups or downs, it generally flows in and out of the hills and at times opens up into bullet train fast sections of nearly linear trail.  If you aren’t smiling on this trail, even in a race, you aren’t alive!  The last 1/3 of the loop is a fire road with a nasty climb out of the valley.  It isn’t overly difficult, but does require grinding pretty seriously for about a mile.  The loop ends with a wide section of double track that is pretty smooth and easy…making it very fast.

I placed 11th in my class (out of 17 riders) which I feel was about what I deserved.  I rode strong, felt pretty good throughout, and can’t complain too much about anything since this was my first race.  I was just happy to learn how things work, get a feel for where I rank generally in my age group, and I’m looking forward to the next race to see how I can improve my time.  The winner of my age group finished about 10 minutes ahead of me…I don’t think I could shave off 10 minutes without some serious training.  But, the 5th place guy was only 4:30 ahead of me, which means that 7 of us finished within just a few minutes of each other.  This gives me hope that with a little smarter start I might have been able to get a few positions up the list and if nothing else it tells me that I’m in the right neighborhood for hanging with my fellow category 3 racers LOL.  It was a really fun experience and I look forward to more this summer. The next race is on my “home trail system” of Castlewood, June 12.

If the race bug continues I can see that my 34lb All Mountain rig probably isn’t the best choice for such things…at the same time I have no desire to take my lunch to the gym every day to train for racing like my awe-inspiring cousin. Is there such a thing as recreational racer?

Picasa Mountain Bike Photo Galleries

For many years (maybe a decade or more!) I’ve been putting photos on my own websites as a way to keep track of my bike riding, jeeping, and family life. The big advantage is that I can do whatever I want, put up as many images as I need, and not have to worry about anyone giving me grief about it. However, eventually it became so large and unwieldy that I just didn’t feel like updating the software and dealing with the headaches that entailed. It became a chore to update photos, and this was not helping encourage me to post photos online.

So, where to go?

I’m trying Google’s Picasa to see how that works for me. The first Gig is free, which I could fill up in my sleep, but it is 5 bucks for an extra 5GB of space… Once I reach a Gig, I’ll see how I feel about it and take it from there. For now, here is where I’ll be moving my biking photos. Family photos will be elsewhere.


Governor Jay Nixon Please Save the Tour of Missouri

I don’t normally get involved in anything political, but in the rare instance where my passion (biking) crosses with political tomfoolery, I have to do something.  I want there to be a Tour of Missouri in 2010, but in my view it appears the whole world has assumed the tour will be canned after 2009 – and no one seems to be overly concerned.  Today, as the Tour of Missouri 2009 is underway, is when we need to raise awareness and get the Governor on board with saving it.  We can only do that by continually reminding him that there are constituents who passionately support this international sporting event.  Please consider a brief email to Governor Nixon and tell him thanks for supporting the race this year, but that it would be even better if he could pledge support publicly for the race in 2010.

Here is what I’ve sent just now;


Thank you governor for releasing the funds to bring the Tour of Missouri to our state in 2009.  However, now is the time to show support for the tour and publicly state your commitment to bring the tour back in 2010.  Not to state the obvious, but the economic impact by all accounts is a net positive, and this will only improve as the tour gets stronger.  The strength comes in knowing funding won’t suddenly be cut – which is where you come in.  As it is, everyone thinks you will leave the tour for dead after this year, which kills the enthusiasm of future potential sponsors, race teams and organizers, international tourists, etc. This is a self-fulfilling negative prophecy.

Please consider making a statement in support of the tour as it is happening this year if you haven’t already.

Best regards,

Brian King


Email Governor Jay Nixon of Missouri.

If you prefer to call directly, 573-751-3222.

Please ask him to support the tour in 2010.

Tour of Missouri

I’m tickled to death that Missouri could rise above the politics and money issues to bring back the Tour of Missouri – it surprises me every year that we actually have this caliber of sporting event in our backyard.  I’ve been to the last 2 Tour of Missouri’s, watching both finishes in St. Louis.  My opinion is that the City of St. Louis does a crappy job of promoting itself during these huge events.

1. Location.  The race has ended both years in Memorial Plaza, which is a center of drug use and is frankly a complete dump.  I had the pleasure last year of seeing a) vagrants who looked like they were zoned out of their minds.  b) drug paraphernalia laying around the park – within easy reach of any 3 year old c) there is a city run port-o-let on the corner of Chestnut and 15th that was one of the most disgusting things I’d ever seen.  I can’t even describe the overflowing and explosive mess that covered the entire inside of that thing.  Totally unacceptable.  I never did see a proper bank of port-o-lets other than a pair in the VIP tent.  St. Louis do some clean up!

2. Finish Line.  I’ve sat through both races, watched every lap, and now we are ready to see the big finish.  Oh but wait, you walked more than 20 feet away from the crowd at the finish? Forget about seeing the actual riders cross the finish line!  It is so disappointing that with the entirety of St. Louis, tour organizers try to shoehorn the finish in as narrow a place as possible.  I missed the finish in year 1 because I was crowded out by the official press photographers who stood out on the street just on the far side of the finish line.  I missed the finish in year 2 because I was off about 50 feet in front of the finish line on top of some steps.  Thinking this would help me actually see the riders cross – I was wrong again.  Poor planning.  You have a choice of either standing at the finish line the entire race (this takes care of maybe 100 people) or you can see the backs of the racers as they cross, or you can see the backs of the photographers as the racers cross the finish in front of THEM.  What about the rest of us!

Not to be totally negative, I can’t say enough good things about the volunteers, fans, and actually having a race of this level on our home turf.  The people are friendly all around and it is for the most part a family friendly event.  I just want it to continue and these problems need to be fixed because it makes St. Louis look like a bunch of amateurs.  And why can’t we even get a local crew to televise the race?

Below are what I saw for both finishes.  I realize I could have gotten in real close if I had fought for it, but that is like asking everyone at Busch stadium to huddle around home plate to see someone slide in.

More photos of 2007 race

More photos of 2008 race

Fruita Mountain Bike Trip 2009?

Ever since the Tour of Missouri came through town I’ve been re-energized to ride more this fall. The weather was unusually nice up through Thanksgiving, allowing me to ride several times into the “cold” part of the year. Despite not getting a lot of riding in for most of the year I feel I ramped up very quickly and by the last ride I felt really strong. A positive thing to carry into the new year! I am a real wuss though in that I typically can’t stand riding when it gets below 45-50 degrees so any exercise I get will have to be indoors. I’ve never been very good at going to the gym or even riding the recumbent bike I have sitting in my basement.

However, one motivation to keep in shape over the winter is a possible trip to Fruita next spring with my friends in Denver. If I can keep that in mind I should be able to either get to a gym from time to time and spin, or else dust off my exercise bike here and give it a go now and then.

The act of publicly stating my intention to go riding next year should help keep my motivation going through the dark months of winter ahead. Of course if I don’t revisit my blog for weeks or months…

No, that won’t happen!