So true to our word Jed and I completed the entire 100 mile distance on our trusty fixed gear bikes. I for one didn't know what to expect from such a long distance on a bike that offered no rest. I had maxed out around 75 miles before on my road bike so I felt like the distance wouldn't be a problem . The problem was most defiantly going to be that fact that riding a fixed gear bike is much more difficult than a multi-geared road bike.
Several hundred riders took part in the 100 mile route and the pace started out easy enough for the first five miles or so. Soon afterwards the selections started to be made and I found myself in a group of ten fast guys on expensive bikes. The pace continued to rise and riders dropped back. Around mile 15 it was myself and three others in the front determined to not only make the distance but to make it a painful as possible. I felt amazingly good for the first half of the ride as our pace exceeded 23 miles per hour. I took plenty of turns at the front working and would pull away from the group on the hills (no way to go slow on a fixed gear). Around mile seventy is when I really started suffering. My heart rate was 160 for hours on end and my legs were feeling funny. One of the riders pulled away reducing my group to three. Mile 85 I was feeling about as shitty as possible on a bike. Everything was getting dark, my legs were cramping and all I could think of was how nice it would be to lay down in the ditch and pass out. The heat was building along with the headwinds and my endurance was being tested to the limit. A few miles later my left hamstring locked up in a painful fit. I stopped riding got off the bike and attempted to unlock my leg. Then to my rescue an old guy on a recumbent stopped, gave me a potassium tablet, I was cured for the time being. The salt mixture flowing back into my muscles completely revived me and I began pushing the pace again. With five miles left I was flying trying my best to make the five hour mark. With 200 meters to go the cramps came back with a fury this time attacking both legs. I began peddling one footed alternating between the two legs as intense pain came over me. I shuttled like this across the line in exactly five hours. I felt like shit but I had made it with a 20 mph average and the second rider across the line.
Jed who was even crazier than me for attempting stunt after only two months of riding came in at six hours twenty-five minutes. I have a feeling this guy is going to be giving me trouble in no time.
Thanks to the following people for helping me raise the needed contribution to fight breast cancer.
James Trimble
Hannah Trimble
Nate Trimble
Matt Trimble
Ben
James
Virginia Nguyen
Abbie Stewart (also thanks for the use of your pink pedals)
Louise Chan
Eric Todd
Dano
Edna Bian
Vivian
Leila
and
Tong Jiang (who donated 50 bucks because as he said Im Tong Jiang mother fuckaa!!

I am going to send in the donation by mid-October so if there is anyone else interested in supporting this cause send me an email.

Riding bikes often means getting up a insanely early hours.


The machine outfitted for 100 miles. Three bottles, pink pedals, and one gear.


Pre-ride photos






mile 75



post ride photos