A breakdown of the below: first, some quick stats on the ride. Second, a discussion from the rider's perspective on a virgin effort to ride around the clock and into the next revolution without really stopping.
|Notable points: Alabama line at Mile 100; Mississippi line at Mile 130; Tupelo at Mile 180; Jackson at Mile 345.|
|Elevation profile, north to south on The Trace.|
The event:The event used a time trial start with the first rider off at 6 pm. The clock would remain open for 44 hours. The ride covered 440 miles and ascended somewhere between 12,000 and 16,000 feet.
The start was at Mile 440 on the Natchez Trace Parkway, two miles south of the northern terminus just outside of Nashville, Tennessee. RD George Thomas had hoped that riders would traverse the entire parkway, but the ideal staging area was the parking lot atop the parkway's first hill, saving us riders the opening two miles and 500 feet of climbing.
There were 20 starting teams comprising 16 solo riders plus crew and 4 relays plus crew.
The winner, a man named Scott Kuppersmith, knocked off this course in an incredible 21 hours, 22 minutes, averaging greater than 20 mph. Barry Dickson, whom I know from DC Randonneurs events, took just over 22 hours to finish for second place. Third place was Julian Eisenbeis, a German national who also took third the prior weekend in the Tejas 500 time trial event.
Team HBC:We were Max (riding), Sam (crewing), and Damon (crewing).
Of the 20 starting teams, we were seventh. We were the fourth fastest solo rider team in the event; three relays also finished before we did.
We started Friday, October 2, at 6:17 pm CDT at Mile 440 on the Natchez Trace Parkway, just outside of Nashville, Tennessee.
We finished on Saturday, October 3, at 9:02 pm CDT at the southern terminus, Mile 0, in the town of Natchez, Mississippi.
We covered 440 miles in a total time of 26 hours, 45 minutes, for an overall average speed of 16.45 miles per hour.
Racing 440 MilesWe started at 6:16 pm on Friday with temperatures at 52 degrees and the sky alternating rain and drizzle. It was the kind of weather that, had we not made substantial investment in getting this far, would have caused me to decline to take the start. Funny how tenuous the desire when the project ahead is so daunting.
|Team HBC -- Damon, Max, and Sam -- with the crew vehicle at the start. Photo credit George Thomas.|
The Early Hours:At the start of the Natchez Trace 444 we gathered in a parking lot; RD George Thomas and volunteer Johnny, a randonneur from Mississippi, handed out car stickers; and we waited for the start.
|The Focus, kitted for night-riding; the Q3, ready for its maiden crewing voyage; me in background. Credit Damon Taaffe.|
Because the permit required 100-yard separation between cyclists, George sent us off in time-trial format with ample separation between racers. We were ordered fastest to slowest by predicted finish time with Team HBC, "'A' goal 27 hours," starting 16th.
|The starting corral, such as it is in these events. I always feel outgunned when I see how confident and strong the other guys/gals appear. Credit Damon Taaffe.|
In the cold and damp I wore arm warmers, knee warmers, full-fingered gloves, and my Rapha hard-shell jacket. The temperatures stayed near constant all night and I did not feel the need to remove or to add clothing until the sun was up.
|Me, dressed for wet-and-chilly. That was the crew's idea to tape over helmet vents for warmth. Credit Damon Taaffe.|
|Direct-follow support. Glad to see my visibility tape, lights, and sash are doing their jobs! Credit Damon Taaffe.|
|Drinking after a handoff. Credit Damon Taaffe.|
We were moving well. More than once I asked the crew "are we going too fast"? But we were right on target, rolling through the gentle southern Tennessee mountains at 18 mph. I've more than once observed that nothing feels better than the first mile of a marathon. The first 100 of an ultracycling race ranks right up there.
The Dark Hours:
|Night-riding on the Natchez Trace Parkway. Photo credit George Thomas. (George was taking photos with an iPad this weekend. One hates to ask whether that is what he was holding up to snap this one while passing us!)|
Last weekend we moved quickly through Tennessee and across Alabama. Tupelo, MS, came at mile 180 on the route. And at mile 188, 300 kilometers and 10:30 in, Sam and Damon pulled me over to switch lights and batteries. Goal 1 well under way to being accomplished: from the start until 4:30 in the morning the bike stayed between my legs. We were back on the road in 10 minutes.
More than once I observed the hypnotic effect of legs pumping in the beam cast from the headlights. The video shows the car's perspective, somewhat different from my own.
The good vibes from our quick turn at mile 188 lasted for a good half hour. I then begged 10' in the car. Sam gave me 5, stretched to 7 when I really begged. Believe it or not, it helped. We moved well again as the dark gave way to light. Sam and Damon left me to fill the car's tank and returned with a hot biscuit.
The Fast Part:
|Ticking them off. Credit Damon Taaffe.|
|Standing isn't efficient, but it does relieve the primary contact point. Credit Damon Taaffe.|
Terrain was a big part of it. If you look at the elevation profile above, the stretch in the middle is right where the road levels out and holds steady for a long way. It was possible to be in the aero-bars and hold a steady 170 watts. And with the daylight back, I could see the power-meter, reading a steady 170 watts.
New light was also part. You just feel better during the day. I've never heard anybody say otherwise. The road also dried up and I was able to strip out of the cold-and-wet-weather gear. The sun even broke through the clouds for a few moments here and there, creating a remarkable golden glow on the parkway.
|This data for the first 250 miles made me Pollyannish. That changed.|
But Then It Got Long:
|Natchez Trace, South of Jackson, Mississippi.|
I distinctly recall every mile for the final 88, which is when we escaped the traffic around Jackson, Mississippi, and had the parkway to ourselves again. The parkway has mile signs on the eastern shoulder making it possible to count downward. When it seems as if each mile takes an eternity, that means you live 88 eternities in the final five hours.
Strange things start happening to your body after more than 20 hours in the saddle. Some of them are obvious. Wrists, ankles, crotch -- the contact points -- simply kill. Back, shoulders, and hips -- the support muscles -- are if anything worse. And, it turns out, you get puffy. Check out the left arm in the picture below. I'm a lot of things, but the Michelin Man is not usually one of them.
|Does that look like a slouch of defeat? Because it kind of is. Somewhere south of Jackson, MS. Credit Damon Taaffe.|
|Car hood functioning as exercise ball. Credit Damon Taaffe.|
The End.We reached the end at 9:02 pm CDT on Saturday, 26 hours and 46 minutes after the Friday evening start.
|This is the end . . . Credit Damon Taaffe.|
We took a picture, or two, and loaded the bike in the car.
And drove two miles to the Natchez Grand Hotel, where George met us with a handshake and a finisher's medal.
|Team HBC at the end. Credit George Thomas.|
In ClosingWhen Sam and I crewed for Damon in the Silver State 508 almost exactly one year ago, Damon eventually reached the point that Mike Tyson has described: "everybody has a game plan until he gets punched in the face." As crew, looking for a way to keep my rider moving, I said to Damon "this is why they call it ultracycling. Any idiot can ride the first 300 miles." (Or something like that. After 24 hours in a crew vehicle, who can really remember.) Damon put that one back in my face over the weekend. I clearly recalled my own words when he said, somewhere south of Jackson, Mississippi, "this is why it's hard" and "this is why you came here."
To Damon's credit, it worked. In fact, when I think about what worked best for the 54 hours we three were together in the south, it is precisely the crew's running the race and my doing what I was told -- eating, drinking, and pedaling -- so much as I humanly could. Had the crew not been there, I expect that with 60 miles to go I would have laid on the ground and napped. That final stretch might have taken 10 hours. With them present, I had to keep moving to keep my commitment to the crew.
On the ride back Sam asked me which was harder, the Natchez Trace 444 or the Big Savage SR600 Damon and I rode four weeks prior. The event last weekend was harder and by a mile. The SR600 was objectively harder cycling, but the Natchez Trace 444 was nonstop, even when it hurt so badly I could barely look at the bicycle.
How'd the Natchez Trace 444 go? 12 hours of lovely, almost mystical, night riding. 8 more of daytime time-trialing on a lovely road across a state I'd never before visited. And 7 final excruciating hours that, when it is all said and done, are the reason I may now call myself "an ultracyclist." The race was remarkable. Give it a go -- I'll crew for you!
Nice writeup Max, and excellent race. And thanks for letting me be a part of it.
You hit the nail on the head when you said that the key element was rider and crew working well together. Your job was harder, but we never ran you over so I figure that means we did pretty well too.
And I'll say one thing for sure. The 27 hours from Nashville to Natchez following a bike was a lot more enjoyable than the 8 hours from Natchez to Nashville!
Congratulations! I'm thinking that's not the kind of thing for me due to the sleep deprivation part of it all. I'd be like not only do I know I'm heading into an eventual wall of hurt, but at some time, my senses won't be all there either and the latter would bother me more than the former. By how much? By a lot I think...in retrospect of course.
I suppose some actually welcome the dulling of the senses as a bit of escape especially on even longer races? I've competed in a couple off road stage races and I grew a bit weaker every day but always started each day with renewed hope and vigor and good angle calculating skills!
I've taken a couple rides on the Kinesis Crosslights and other than knowing what the durability might be, they seem everything I could want in a wheelset for gravel and rough road riding (and I ride in a state ranked 48th in highway infrastructure!). I tell my friends and anyone who will listen who isn't in the know, how a mere one to 1.5 lbs. in the right place can make such a difference, but I don't think they take me seriously for the most part, that it's just me justifying an upgrade...and they have no idea what such an upgrade could cost! It is hard to go wrong as you said.
Thanks for the comments! The sleep deprivation has always been my bugaboo. This particular ride, starting as it did in the evening, mitigated that tremendously -- I was alert for the first night and didn't have long to go after dark on the second night. The caffeine taper was a tremendous benefit as well. But I concur with the general idea that a good day's ride deserves a good night's sleep, and I do prefer the fast touring approach to riding hard but resting in between.
Future post coming on a strategy for riding this route in three days. It would be a very pleasant tour.
Great job! If I lived a little closer I would do this every year!
Joseph, thanks for this note -- and regrets at our delay in responding. After several weeks off the bike we just got out of the blogging habit. Your name is familiar -- did we meet at the race?
Hey there - super blog post on the natchez trace 444 October 2015... Im serious about entering this years event and have been training specifically for this so far. One thing I don't have yet is an idea of crew... its just me solo so i'm looking for new contacts to help network and ultimately find a suitable / willing crew to assist me in qualifying for RAAM through natchez 2018... can you offer any advice? gratefully yours, Martyn.
Hey Martyn, you can see we've been slow about moderating comments. Thanks for the comment here. Guy I know who was second place in the race (Barry Dickson) put out a Facebook inquiry to find a crew. I'm not on the relevant groups but I'm pretty sure there is a network of folks looking for an excuse to participate in a race without training for one. Wish I had a better idea for you -- I've always been lucky with a small crew who share the load for each other when needed. Other commenters may have an idea?
Post a Comment