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750 Miles on Grand Bois Extra Leger

This winter has been rough. Snow, more snow, 27,000 miles on planes, and the isolation of living in the mountains. I thought I wouldn’t mind, since I come from the country, but the contrast to downtown New York City is pretty stark. It’s worth it, though, for the glorious spring, summer, and fall. Now I understand why people buy summer homes!

One thing that did improve my winter was the arrival of several pairs of Grand Bois Extra Leger tires in 32 mm and 23 mm. Because of the snow and travel, I’ve only put about 700 miles on the 32s and less than 100 on the 23s since they arrived in late December.

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These are the best tires I’ve ever had a chance to ride, period. Handle one and you’ll see a clear difference in construction–the sidewalls of these tires are so pliant they actually wrinkle.The ride is spectacular–I’m riding very rough roads and a lot of gravel, and the Extra Legers ride fast and smooth through everything. Given the type of abuse I subject tires to, I was worried that they would flat faster than a pair of Parigi-Roubaix on the north end of NYC’s West Side bike path the day after July 4, but as it turns out they’ve been flat free, even after a missed turn earlier this week resulted in a 2-mile ride over fist-sized sharp gravel.

Some of my friends are going to be mad at me for saying this, but the 23 mm version makes tubulars irrelevant, and the 32 mm version is superior to any other wide clincher available in 700C.

Now, let’s see how durable they are…next review in 1000 miles. It might take a while, because it’s starting to get nice out, which means switching back to the English on FMBs.

And one last note: Give me 25s, damnit.

John

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Off to Prague!

Only 7 days at home, and I’m off to Prague on Wednesday. This week mostly consisted of catching up on accumulated work, although I did manage to get three quick 20-30 mile rides in. It never ceases to astonish me how quickly peak fitness is lost. It is particularly apparent out here in the mountains, where you pay for even a small loss of fitness with some serious suffering. But suffer I did. At least I have nice scenery to look at while I’m doing it.

A few pictures.

Close to my house. This is Brown Road. During the summer it’s magical…like something out of Lord of the Rings. During the winter, well…

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This is the approach to the Peekamoose Loop. The road runs right behind the mountain you see here.

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I did a little exploring on my last ride, trying to cover the last few roads in the area that I haven’t hit. This is the creatively named Cross Road. It’s dirt, and today it was a mushy mix of mud and partially melted snow. I actually had to walk about 20 feet up the hill you see in the distance because I was sinking into a slush/mud collaboration

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In other news, I got these hot gloves. I have an obsession with camouflage. They were overpriced, and only 50 were made, and they are so worth it.

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March 16 marks the return of Century Saturdays, wherein I ride a century a weekend until mid-December (except when I am traveling, of course). In truth, my weekend rides are not always on Saturday, nor are they ever exactly 100 miles, but they’ll average out to about 100 miles each over the year.

I will return on March 4, and thereafter I will be back to my regular schedule (that’s 2 to 3 posts weekly).

John

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Great Climbs of the Catskills, Continued: Ski Run Road

A few weeks ago, I posted on the 8 biggest climbs in the Catskills, some of which I have completed, and others that I plan to ride over the summer. I’ve only been getting out for brief rides because of the weather, so I’ve had plenty of time to waste on Ride With GPS to identify other big climbs.

I think I’ve found the best (read: most terrifying) one yet. This route takes you over Ski Run Road, which I believe is the highest through road in the Catskills. Maximum elevation, 3261 feet. Maximum grade, 33.6%. There may be dead end roads that go higher, but I haven’t found them yet.

I did some research online to find out if this was an actual road, or just a figment of Google’s imagination. I’ve had plenty of experiences around here where Google has shown a road, and it has turned out to be nothing more than the most faintly delineated path. For example, this is Rock Hill Road, just north of Minnewaska State Park:

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And that was the part that looked most like a road. I ended up orienteering through the woods using my cell phone when the road disappeared completely.

Back to the point…Ski Run Road is real, and it’s gravel, and it is occasionally used by mountain bikers. This is the best photo I was able to find of it:

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And I found a report from Catskills Cycling (where the picture came from, hope you don’t mind!) about a ride on this road. Of course, they did it on mountain bikes. I’m not that smart.

Here’s the GPS route (with thanks to Catskills Cycling, I adapted it from their Strava trace) and a map.

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I’d categorize this one as a must do as soon as possible ride. However, I do have some common sense, so I’m not going to take a shot at this until April or later unless it warms up considerably. Gravel + snow + ice + 33% grade is not a good combination.

More climbs to come based on recommendations from friends and readers. And now I must finish my work, I’m off to Italy tomorrow morning.

John

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The Ride of the Damned: Hudson Double-Cross

On Wednesday, Doug and I set out on a planned 101-mile route, starting from his place in Woodstock, New York. I had also asked my friend John along, but the night before he informed me that he had picked up a bug from one of his kids, and was unlikely to make it.

Since the route was long enough as planned, my girlfriend was kind enough to get up early and drive me and my bike to Woodstock for the start. The plan was to complete the route and then ride home, making it an even 200k for the day…as you’ll see, that didn’t quite work out!

The day started out promising. Low 40s, lots of fog and maybe a tiny bit of mist. The forecast was for 59 degrees, maybe some rain in the afternoon. All in all, just the way I like it. The route from Woodstock to the Rhinebeck Bridge was mostly downhill, so we hauled ass to the bridge for our first crossing of the Hudson. As you can see…foggy.

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As we were crossing the bridge, I heard something behind me, and turned around. There was John, who was actually waiting for us, as planned, at a gas station just south of the entrance to the bridge. He had texted me a little earlier, when we were already underway, and I didn’t check my phone. The remarkable thing is that he had just gotten over whatever he had, and he was riding fueled only by a single pancake. Even so, he was clearly faster than either Doug or myself. Thanks for being patient!

The route crosses shortly thereafter into Columbia county. Although I’ve done a lot of riding in Dutchess, this was my first time in Columbia county for any reason.

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Columbia county, unlike its counterparts Ulster and Greene on the west side of the river, is gently rolling farmland. I think it will be beautiful during the summer, and a nice change of pace from grinding up and screaming down hills nearer to me.

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We hit a lot of strange semi-gravel roads. I’m not really sure if they were gravel, or regular roads covered in gravel and general filth.

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In any case, they were dirty enough to result in some nice skunk stripes. Doug was sensible, and rode a bike with fenders.

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More gently rolling countryside.

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Followed by a second crossing of the Hudson about 35 miles north (or about mile 50 on the route) on the Route 23 bridge. This picture looks like more like a still from Deadliest Catch than anything that should be in New York.

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Watch out for the expansion joint on the bridge, it will eat even the fattest tire. Doug took it at an angle and survived. I actually stopped and duck walked over it because I wasn’t going fast enough to jump it.

We stopped at Pizza and Pasta on the Catskill side of the bridge. Yes, that’s the name of the restaurant. However, they also offer a simulacrum of Mexican food if that’s what you’re craving after 55 miles. We parted ways with John here.

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So…that was the first 55 miles. The weather deteriorated rapidly, falling into the upper 30s, accompanied by a freezing rain. Compounding the issue, there was a 20-30 mph intermittent headwind driving the rain directly into our faces, and fog started to descend. I’m fine with all of that except the heavy fog, especially since the last few miles of the route are on a heavily trafficked road. So we abandoned our plans to complete the route, ending up with somewhere around 77 miles for the day. I also abandoned my plan to ride home, and I called my girlfriend to pick me up. I’m actually a little embarrassed…the only other time I’ve abandoned a ride was in 2010, when traffic from 9W was rerouted onto my route due to construction (worst ride ever!).

As it turns out, that was my best decision all week. As we were driving home, the fog became so heavy that we had to crawl along at about 25-30 mph. There was one panicky moment where we couldn’t see the road at all. I can’t even imagine how I would have survived that on a bike.

Every ride is a good ride. With that said, I’m going to have to give this one a dissatisfactory rating. But it’s not the route’s fault, nor is it the company’s fault. I blame the lyin’ sonofabitch at The Weather Channel.

Like all the other routes I’ve published here, this one is probably worth the trip. It’s a beautiful ride through rolling farmland, and I’m sure it will be gorgeous in better weather. It is different from my usual routes in that there is easy access to services and plenty of places to stop along the way. Here’s the route, but keep in mind we took an alternate route back that cut off some miles.

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Now I’m off to Rome to talk about the role of the sympathetic nervous system in a whole bunch of diseases—hypertension, diabetes, sleep apnea, etc. Then I return for one day, and then I’m off to Arizona. I rented a Specialized Roubaix there and am planning a 200k in the mountains. I’m looking forward to the ride, less so to the bike. I’m spoiled.

John

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Fast and Easy: Beacon to Poughkeepsie via Bike Path

Finally, the long-promised new route…

Before we begin, though, I just want to note that my previous post was meant to be funny. Dry humor, you know? If you’re in a 5-hour drivers’ ed course you have to take your amusement where you can.

Now, back to the regularly scheduled post:

My friends and I have been riding the east side of the Hudson—mainly Putnam and Dutchess—as well as 9W up to Bear Mountain on the west side for some time, but we hadn’t gone farther north on the west side of the Hudson. In part, this was because of its relative inaccessibility, and in part because of a failure of our collective imagination. After all, there was a lot to explore on the east side, and all of it easily accessible by train, whereas the only way to get over to the other side was via the Bear Mountain Bridge, the Newburg-Beacon bridge, or the Poughkeepsie bridge. We didn’t think going over to the other side was worth the effort.

Of course, now I know that’s wrong. Ulster offers considerably more rugged terrain and is far less civilized than its counterparts on the east side of the river. All of which makes for great riding, if you’re not afraid of being far from civilization, a relative lack of services, and no cell phone contact in places. All in all, it makes for a more genuine adventure than riding in Putnam and Dutchess. Don’t get me wrong, though—the east side of the river makes for some fine riding in beautiful country…it’s just different and in some ways easier.

The route begins in Beacon, New York. It’s easy to get there from Grand Central Station—see the About page for train schedules and general guidance. You’ll go over the Beacon-Newburg Bridge to get to Newburg on the west side of the river. (This image is actually from an earlier ride where we attempted to go from NYC to Poughkeepsie. We abandoned in Newburg because, due to construction, all the traffic from the highway was rerouted onto our route…worst ride ever!).

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From Newburg, you’ll continue west to the little town of Walden. There is some traffic along the way, and a few crossings of busy roads, but overall it’s a safe and fast trip to the good stuff. In Walden, you can stop for drinks or food; I believe this roadside stand is open year-round.

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Finding the start of the bike path itself in Walden can be tricky. I redrew the route to make it easier. You’ll know you’ve arrived when you see this funhouse chute. If nothing else, it will give you a chance to practice your bike handling skills. It’s like getting on the south path of the GWB, times nine.

I recommend jumping the rail and riding the dirt path on the right.

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The first part of the bike path is paved and dead flat. Depending on your attitude and abilities, you can view this as either an opportunity to get it over with quickly, or a nice respite before the work begins (not that there’s much work to do on this route!)

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At about mile 18-19, you’ll arrive in Wallkill, home of the famous correctional facility. Some maps will show the bike path going right through the prison grounds, but sadly that is not allowed. You will need to detour around the prison. There are a few hills, but nice views.

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Here is where we encountered a helpful prison guard, who directed us around the prison. I’ll admit we looked suspicious riding around with our bags full of who knows what. Personally, I had a cake and a file in my saddlebag. Please don’t tell the man.

You’ll want to go up that hill on the right.

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From there, it’s only about a quarter mile to the bike path, which–as you can see–is more of a cow trail in this area. I didn’t mention this earlier, but wider tires are a good idea, although, as usual, I rode the route on 25 mm tubulars.

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The bike path hides some baby head sized rocks, so perhaps it isn’t advisable to go this way in late fall, when the rocks and potholes are covered with fallen leaves.

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You’ll pass through New Paltz at mile 31, which has a number of excellent restaurants, and ultimately you’ll emerge in the town of Rosendale at mile 38, which also has several good places to eat.

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We stopped for lunch at Market Market Café (hours here), which has an outdoor seating area and was actually quite good. Note that the outdoor seating faces Route 213, so there is some traffic noise.

We had originally planned an out-and-back route, but we found the bike path far from challenging. We decided to return to Poughkeepsie the hard way. Luckily, Guy carries paper maps (and a fountain pen, of all things!) and he created a cue sheet to get back to the train station.

Here we are on the backroads to Poughkeepsie.

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Where I took a picture of an extraordinarily handsome goat.

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The route gets more challenging here, because you’re on real roads in the hills. The climb out of Rosendale is steep and long enough for the road to warrant a separate climbing lane for cars, and there are a few steep but short climbs along the way. Overall, you’ll do half of your total climbing (which is minimal—only 3300 feet in 55 miles) in the last 15 miles.

You’ll end in Poughkeepsie, where you’ll cross the world’s longest pedestrian bridge. This is a photo from the bridge, looking south.

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If you have dallied too long at–for example–the combined cheese/used clothes store in Rosendale, and have arrived after dark, the pedestrian bridge will be closed. No problem…just head south a quarter mile and cross the bridge pictured above. It’s actually easier to get to the train station from that bridge.

Is it worth the trip? Yes, depending on your needs and who you are riding with. Personally, even if I still lived in New York City I wouldn’t bother doing this again. It’s not challenging or remote enough for my tastes.

However, this route is a nice introduction to Ulster. It is fast, easy, and suitable for beginners in moderately good shape–or those who just want to go on a fun day ride. It includes a long segment on a very flat bike path (which I try to stay away from unless I’m riding just for transportation) but there are plenty of services along the way and several places to stop for food. Contrast that with riding in the mountains, where there are few services and you are, in fact, lucky to see more than 20 cars on an 8-hour ride.

Finally, here’s the route.  Click on the link for GPS.

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I should have a good report and route for you on Wednesday or Thursday this week…I took Wednesday off to do a 200-kilometer double-crossing of the Hudson with a couple friends (ah, the lifestyles of the self-employed!) Stay tuned for that route and a lot more. If I survive the anticipated freezing rain, that is.

Enjoy!

John

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Mountain Climbing is Best Accomplished in Winter: The Shawangunk Ridge via Mountain Rest Road and Vista Maria

Warning: This ride involves ice, freezing mist, massive climbs, and fervent prayers to St Milhaus the Retainer.

On Saturday, my friend Doug was kind enough to come from Woodstock to start an intermediate-distance ride from my place in Olivebridge, New York. The weatherman reported that it was supposed to be 50 degrees and sunny.

He lied.

My girlfriend was in Los Angeles for meetings with agents, which meant the dogs were going to be home alone all day. So I got up at ass o’clock (that’s 6:00 am) to walk the dogs and make them do their business before I left. Unfortunately, my Rhodesian Ridgeback, Pandora, decided that she would pick that time to be a princess and wouldn’t go in the snow, so I had no choice but to leave her, hoping she could hold it.

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So it was at ass o’clock thirty (that’s 7:30 am) that we set out from my place in a cold, misty rain at a temperature slightly below freezing.  Yes, that’s me on my winter cross bike, submitted as proof that I’m not just driving around taking pictures.

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In case it’s not completely obvious, this photo was taken by Doug.

We initially proceeded west onto a gravel road. Bad idea. The road was covered in ice, and not 50 yards in, Doug took a fall. Of course this happened right after I said “be very careful!” Luckily, he was uninjured, or least uninjured enough to go back to my place, where we loaded a new route into our Garmins that did not involve gravel. Doug is clearly made of tougher stuff than me, because if I had fallen (and I came damn close) I would have stayed at home to nurse a broken chicken bone.

Setting out again in the opposite direction, we headed south to route 209 on roads that were lightly coated with snow and ice that was, at least, starting to melt.

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There was a thick fog and a freezing mist that lent the ride a mysterious air, almost as if we were floating through the clouds.

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We passed through this graveyard on Airport Road on our way to 209. Some of the graves here date back to the early 19th century. The second photo was taken by Doug.

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After crossing route 209, we headed into our first big climb of the day, over the Shawangunk ridge via Mountain Rest Road. This climb has been immortalized in numerous reports, so I won’t belabor it here.

The funny thing, though, is that when I lived in New York and rode out here, I thought this was a tough climb. This was my first time going this way since moving to the Catskills, and I didn’t think it was that hard.

When you see the second bridge—shown here—you’re almost done.

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The best part about this climb was the weather. It must have still been below freezing at altitude, because the cold mist clung to my sunglasses, where it froze, lending the climb a hallucinatory quality.

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We continued through rolling country along the eastern edge of the Shawangunks to get to the next big climb over the ridge, Vista Maria into the town of Cragsmoor. Although you’re climbing through a lovely forest, there isn’t much vista to be had on the way up. Here’s a picture during a brief clearing.

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Once you get to the top, you have the option of taking a right onto Sam’s Point Road. We didn’t bother, because we were essentially inside a cloud the whole way up, and figured that there wouldn’t be much to see.

By the time we started to descend, the sun had started to come out, burning away some of the fog.

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The descent was fun, although we had to be extremely cautious because of the loose sand on the road. In the summer, this is probably a 50 mph descent. I hit 30 a few times on the way down, but I wasn’t willing to go much faster than that given the road conditions. Here’s where you get some great views, at least in the winter.

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We descended into Ellenville, where we stopped for a late lunch. Then we took the quick route back via 209 to Kerhonksen, followed by a great climb back to my place. Because of the crash, we had gotten off to a very late start, and—frankly—I underestimated how long it would take us to climb Vista Maria. So we ended up riding the last bit in the dark.

This is when I started to pray to St Milhaus the Retainer, a minor deity that Doug invented just for me on our return trip. St Milhaus, you see, is responsible for keeping dogs from pooping on the floor when left home alone for too long. The girls are perfectly house trained, but—because we work from home—they don’t have practice going 8 or 10 hours without a trip outside.

I’m happy to report that St Milhaus answered my prayers.

Doug stopped in for a hot tea, and I had my usual ice-cold Coke. Yes, I’m an addict. I gave Doug a naproxen since he was sore from his fall earlier in the day. In the middle of the night, I awoke terrified that I had accidentally given him a long-expired sleeping pill–the bottles look almost identical. How do you explain to someone you’ve just met that you’ve accidentally given them the wrong drug?

After fumbling for my glasses, I dashed downstairs. Thankfully, the bottle was still on the table. Doug, if you’re reading this…it was naproxen!

I decided to compare Vista Maria to the other big climbs I’ve done in the area. Here are some metrics for comparison:

  • The average grade of Vista Maria is 7.0% over 3.3 miles. The maximum grade is 18.7%, and it’s a Cat 2 climb that peaks at 2062 feet
  • The average grade of Platte Clove is 7.4% over 2.9 miles, with a maximum grade of 18.6%, and it’s a Cat 2 climb that peaks at 2058 feet
  • The average grade of Peekamoose is only 3.9% over 4.1 miles, the maximum grade is 12.0%, and it’s a Cat 3 climb

So, at least by the numbers, Vista Maria is of similar difficulty to Platte Clove, and equally as entertaining.

Is this ride worth the trip? Definitely, although I couldn’t see anything for most of the ride due to the dense fog. It is certainly challenging, and I think it will be gorgeous during the summer in nicer weather. I look forward to repeating it.

Here’s the route we took, mapped from my house. At the end of the day, we rode 70.2 miles. I’m not sure where we went 5 miles off track.

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I’ve also mapped the route from Poughkeepsie, for those of you who would like to try it from the train station. It is a quite reasonable 90-mile day ride.

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As a note, this route includes a short segment to the north of Route 209. Why? Because 209 is no fun at all. Although there’s a wide shoulder, there is a lot of traffic. However, it is fast and flat, so if you’re tired from Vista Maria, you can skip this section and continue 10 or 11 miles on Route 209 to Old King’s Highway, just after Accord. There, you will take a right to continue the route. I’m also told by my friend John–who has lived out here much longer than me–that Berme Road, which lies just to the south of 209, is a good option here as well.

John

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Dug is my Copilot

Only 3 days of riding in the last 7 days, totaling a less-than-astonishing 95 miles. (Sorry for the massively overexposed pictures: between the snow and the sun it was tough to get a good shot).

The first ride was a failure. I rode north of the Ashokan reservoir in search of Pitcairn Mountain Road which, according to my map, is a nasty, twisty road with 1500 feet of climbing.

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Unfortunately, I rode all that way only to find that Pitcairn Mountain Road was private. But almost all rides are good rides…I ended up exploring some of the roads nearby instead, which–happily–were gravel.

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The route offers splendid views of the Ashokan Reservoir.

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I emerged onto Route 28 hungry after some great gravel miles, and–thankfully–there was a little restaurant with excellent food.

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I didn’t take any pictures after this because the roads were familiar to me. In fact, I entered what can only be described as a fugue state for the next 20 miles, aided by Youme and Meyou on repeat in my head. It was almost like being hypnotized. I didn’t realize it until I stood to climb a huge hill and realized I was breathing so hard that I was close to vomiting. I have no recollection of those miles, but when I looked down at my computer, my average speed was 23 mph. What a great way to train!

I took this picture after I emerged from my fugue state.

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…and would someone please save this Jaguar E-Type? Contact me if you want the address.

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Here’s the route for those of you who might be interested in a shorter ride around here.

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I didn’t take pictures on the next ride, because it was truly for training only. It involved me riding up and down a hill until the drool froze on my face. Appetizing, I know.

The weather started getting markedly nicer later in the week, and after many hours of working on a new drug with a name that, when letters are accidentally transposed when typing fast, spells “Asslympics,” I felt it was my duty to get out and ride. Plus, my girlfriend went to LA for meetings and I had a craving for a sub.

Yes, I rode 30 miles to get a sub. Here are a few pictures (click on the third one for full size, it’s pretty cool).

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On my way home, I met my copilot, Dug the Dog, so named because she lives on Dug Road. I am tempted to take her home…she’s always running around without a collar in the road, and although she’s very friendly, she’s extremely hand shy, which leads me to believe she isn’t treated well.

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The back end of the ride included 15 miles on gravel.

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Yes indeed, that’s my lunch ride.

That’s all for this week, although on Saturday I have a 75-mile ride planned out to the Neversink Reservoir with my human friend Doug (not Dug, pictured above). Along with new winter routes (mostly less than 50 miles) I literally have dozens of old 80- to 120-mile rides remaining to post, complete with GPS and cue sheets. I’m hoping to get all the old routes up before the end of winter, because starting in March it’s time to get serious again about longer-distance rides, which means I’ll have fresh long-distance routes to post.

John

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How to Get Your Man Card Without Buying an Automatic Weapon

Despite my obsession with politics I’ve made a resolution to keep this blog politics-free. However, I think we can all agree that the Bushmaster’s recent “Man Card” ad campaign is not only in poor taste, it’s meant to appeal to men who are…um, deficient in ways that can only be ameliorated by purchasing a hard phallic object that shoots projectiles.*

Well, I’m here to tell you that you can get your man card without buying a Bushmaster. It involves dressing up in tight Lycra and riding 116 of the toughest miles you’ll ever ride.

This is the Platte Clove ride, remapped for your convenience from Poughkeepsie. I provided a complete description of the route here. Send me an self-addressed, stamped envelope with proof of completion to receive your limited-edition laminated man card.†

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*As someone who has considerable expertise in guiding marketing and advertising campaigns much more significant than some crappy little gun manufacturer’s campaign, I’d strongly suggest that the advertising agency that came up with this garbage be fired posthaste.
†Limited-time offer only.

John

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Worth the Trip: Platte Clove

When I was living in New York City, I heard rumors of a climb…a climb so awful that people flip off the back of their bikes if they’re not careful. A climb that makes pros cry like babies and walk their bikes up the hill.

After a little research, I found it: Platte Clove Road, just west of West Saugerties. The climb is so steep—averaging 12% for 2 miles with maximum extended grades exceeding 22%—that professionals riding in the Tour de Trump had to get off their bicycles and walk. I set this as my goal ride for 2012. But, being who I am, I set out to conquer Platte Clove only 2 weeks after moving up here.

I set out late on a Sunday morning, with the intent of riding the 65 miles and being home in time for an early dinner. The route starts with a nice, easy, rolling warm up on Krumville Road. “Down the Lane” road was closed, so I took a brief 2-mile detour to get back on track (instructions below), spinning past the Ashokan Reservoir and some lovely scenery.

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I stopped at a gas station in Woodstock to top up my bottles and get a little food. Past this point, there are few opportunities to eat or refill your water bottles until Phoenicia, so be sure to do so now. Here, I had my only encounter this year with another road cyclist. Cyclists seem to be an exotic species out here in the Catskills. Alternatively, the relative scarcity of roadies in the area might be explained by the fact that we’re more spread out than people riding out of NYC—on any decent weekend, there’s a bicycle traffic jam on 9W north from the George Washington Bridge. Depending on where you live it can take an hour or more of misery to even get out of the city on a bicycle, and 9W is unpleasant at best, particularly north of Nyack. You would think that some of them might consider taking a train to ride somewhere decent. Maybe there’s safety in numbers?

I waved, he waved, and I continued north on West Saugerties Road to my date with destiny.

West Saugerties Road will lead to a T intersection. Take a left, and continue on West Saugerties Road, where you’ll have your first sighting of the challenge ahead.

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You’ll see this sign, which marks the beginning of Platte Clove Road, one of the most difficult—if not the most difficult—climbs in the northeast. Over 1200 vertical feet in only 1.4 miles.

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Platte Clove Road is officially closed and unmaintained from November to April, but I don’t think anyone is going to stop you from riding it even in the off season. Just use some common sense and don’t try to climb it in inclement weather. And don’t ride down Platte Clove Road. There’s no guardrail, and even though the southern edge of the road is nicely shaded with trees, it’s a long way down if you blow a turn.

I am proud to say that I did not walk at any point. I am less proud to admit that my achievement was primarily attributable to sensible gearing.  Vanity gearing has its place on easy Bear Mountain runs from New York City, but out here it’s just not advisable, even if  you are an exceptionally strong rider.

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The climb is well worth it. The Clove is beautiful and has been the deserved subject of many paintings by Thomas Cole and other members of the Hudson River School. This view is arguably one of the most painted in the Hudson Valley.

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Incidentally, you can also pick up Devil’s Path from Platte Clove Road. The aptly named Devil’s Path features 4 summits, little water, and is one of the toughest hikes in the Catskills. There’s a parking lot about halfway up the climb if you’re interested in hiking a section, just don’t bring children or pets, hikers are injured and some even die every year on Devil’s Path.

Platte Clove Road leads to one of the most inaccessible parts of the Catskills. At the top, you’ll find the Bruderhof (literally, “place of brothers”), a Christian community founded in 1920 by a Protestant theologian named Eberhard Arnold, his wife Emmy Arnold, and her sister Else von Hollander. Arnold was born in 1883, and at age 16 had an experience that he later described as God’s acceptance and forgiveness of his sins. He left the Protestant state church in 1908, and, as near as I can tell, joined the Hutterite branch of the Anabaptists. In 1920, he founded the Bruderhof in Germany, a Christian group that believes in living “in full community,” meaning that there is no private property. Seventeen years later, in 1937, the Nazi government ordered them to leave the country. They moved to England, but as German nationals during World War 2, they were offered the choice of internment or emigration. They chose to move to Paraguay, and finally–in 1954–to the United States.

The Platte Clove community, home to 250 people, was founded in 1990. It’s located on land formerly owned by the New York City Police department, which had built a resort hotel—informally known as “Police Camp” —complete with a movie theater, casino, bar, lounge, swimming pool, and ballroom. The Police Camp opened in 1921 and closed in 1983.

I was then treated to a cold rain. The camera went in a zip lock, so I didn’t take a photo; the following image is from the Platte Clove Community website.

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The Catskill Bruderhof and the new Police Recreation Center are open to the public every day. I’m not sure if they will feed you, but you may be able to refill your water bottles.

After Platte Clove Road, you’ll ride over some gently rolling terrain high in the mountains. A nice recovery from the climb, and some beautiful scenery to keep your mind off the pain.

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From there you’ll take a left onto route 214…

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…and after a few more miles of a gentle false flat you’ll hit a 16.5 mile descent past Notch Lake and Hunter Mountain. At mile 46 you’ll pass through Phoenicia, which—despite its population of 306—hosts a number of good restaurants. As usual, I skipped a formal meal in favor of some Power Bars and a Coke in the local gas station. On your way out of Phoenicia, you’ll briefly follow Esopus Creek, famed for its trout fishing.

From there, you’re home free!

I rode 75 miles—about 10 miles more than the planned route. Although it was a short ride by my standards, the steepness of the climbs make it as tough as any single day ride I’ve done before or since. This is what I’d call a destination ride—it’s worth the trip and even a stay in a hotel in Stone Ridge or Woodstock. Here’s the original route without detours:

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The Garmin file for the route, starting from near my house, is here. If “Down the Lane” Road between miles 5 and 6 is closed, simply take a left on 213, a right on 28A, and then a right on Beaverkill Road to rejoin the route. If you want to start in Stone Ridge, take this route to the start on Krumville Road. You could also start in New Paltz or Poughkeepsie (you will need to follow route 209 from Kerhonksen to Schoonmaker Lane, just before Stone Ridge, to pick up the route).

Enjoy, and let me know if you can make it up Platte Clove Road without a break! In a few weeks I’ll post my favorite 80- to 90-mile route out of Brewster, the last direct stop on Metro North. A summer classic, and perhaps one of the best rides ever. So good, in fact, that it is one of the few rides I repeat multiple times each summer.

John

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Lundy Road: Highway to Hell?

On the right, Rogue Harbor road. Lundy Road continues on the left. Follow for 3-4 miles  to Pottersville. The road becomes extremely rough, passable only by Jeeps, bikes, and hikers.

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The area is quite isolated today; I can’t even imagine what it was like 100 years or more ago. A milling town called Potterville was founded here in the 19th century and named after the owner of a lumber mill, Francis Potter. Potter’s mill was the main source of income for the townspeople until it burned down. Because it was the sole employer in the town, people began leaving. In 1927, there was a flood that accelerated the exodus.

According to Ulster County records, several murders occurred there; a man killed his family and then killed himself; in another incident a murderer was caught and hung in the town square. I’m not superstitious, but some who have visited the remnants of Potterville report a feeling of being watched.

The land Potterville once stood on is now owned by Open Space Institute and the buildings have been demolished, although you can still see some foundations.

The road and the country up there are beautiful, but I have never seen anyone on Lundy Road past this point…scared maybe? Perhaps one year I’ll  organize a Halloween ride up Lundy, to arrive at midnight.

Getting there from NYC: Take the Metro North to Poughkeepsie, and then take this route, which I described in a previous post, to get to Kerhonksen. Then take this route  to the end of Lundy. Fat tires are a good idea, but I regularly ride this route on my precious…my precious…ahem, excuse me…on 25 mm FMBs.

Good luck, and if you make it out alive let me know.

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