I used to live in Longview in the mid 80’s so some of this route was pretty familiar, they changed the course from last years run around Lake O’ The Pines. Temperature started in the upper 30’s and ended around mid 44 degrees although there was an annoying 10-15 mph north wind which made it feel colder.

The run to Gladwater was pretty smooth and fast but after that it was all chipseal and hills, lots and lots of hills.

Did I say the ride had hills?

Oh yea like 3700 feet of hills, nothing super steep but long and annoying hills, one after another after another. I didn’t do too bad on them although after the first 15 or 20 it was getting old. A few intersections had some traffic control by the local police and some with a great group of Harley riders however most intersections didn’t have anything but fortunately the signs were well placed and unlike the last 2 rides I didn’t go off-course.

I hit one of the final rest stops at the 44 mile mark and was so tired at the end I could barely walk and had several toe cramps…I HATE toe cramps! Supposed to be 60 miles but ended up a little over 58 which was fine by me. I’m glad I did the ride, wasn’t fast but almost never am this time of the year and I need a lot more work on the endurance and yes hill climbing. A couple of weeks of good weather and I’ll be fine with the next ride.

58.5 miles
3 hours 27 minutes
152 bps average heart rate
3,669 ft total climb

By Mark Leuck – Link to original story

by Paul Reid

When gas prices started sniffing five bucks, I bought a Vespa for my work commute. When gas prices went back down to two fifty, I sold it and bought a Trek.

In my mind, my first cycling rally was going to be on a nice, sunny, flat, still, 72 degree day in the spring. My brother-in-law, Chris’ riding clan, the Wheel Brothers, told me otherwise. “There’s a ride in February” Eugene said, “you’ll do that one with us.” I was still unsure just two weeks before the race, but a preview 30+ mile ride with Ron, Dieter, Chris and Eugene persuaded me to train for the rally and be ready. I went about 25 miles that day before I hit the wall, but I never stopped pedaling. I rode the trainer a lot and got in a 25 mile outdoor ride prior to the Freeze Your Fanny rally that took place in Longview, Texas.

The morning of the FYF the sun came out at 8:30 and the sky was quickly taken over with clouds at 8:45. It would remain 45 degrees and overcast with Northwestern winds from 8 to 15 mph.

At the start, I was behind Dieter, Chris and Eugene and I was instructed to “suck wheel” for as long as I was with them. The start went very smoothly, as I was focusing on Chris’ rear tire in front of me so as to not veer and cause a spill. Out of the school parking lot and across the highway we went with the frontrunners pulling away and the rest of the groups settling into their positions. Dieter was helping to encourage me to get back up to the guys when I would fall behind, and eventually it got easier to stay with them. We were making our way around a few slower folks and I was feeling pretty good. Before I knew it, it was time to split off to the 30 and 40 mile routes. Now I was on my own.

I was riding alone for about five miles when I noticed that my rear derailleur was skipping the 5th ring. If I shifted up from fourth, the chain would climb to sixth. I got the same “skip” if I shifted down. Of course this really messed with my cadence and frustrated me the whole way. It wasn’t as bad in the big front chain stay, so I tried to ride in that position as much as I could. I eventually caught up with a couple of riders who let me latch on for about three miles. At one point I felt obligated to pull for them. I guess it was a nice gesture, but it didn’t last a minute. Oh well. I tried.

I stopped at the first rest stop for about five minutes and had a Gu and some water. Starting out from there was like starting cold all over again. But the freezing feeling eventually went away with the help of some steep hills. I saw the sign for the 40 mile option coming up and thought “I could do 40 today.” About a mile into the new, longer route my right leg got a sharp pain at the top of my inner thigh. Every pedal stroke brought a little more pain, so I tried favoring it. That worked until I got a cramp in my left thigh just above my knee. One mile to the second rest stop.

At the second stop, I drank all the water I could, ate a cookie and two bananas, and stretched my legs for about 10 minutes. I started out facing the cold again. By now my toes were numb. I remembered that Ron said to look around at the scenery, because it can be inspiring. For about five miles the scenery included dogs, septic tanks and pig troughs made of old bathtubs. Oh well, at least it smelled like horse shit. All in all I would say that on the 40 mile route, the roads were really nice and smooth for about six or seven miles. I really liked being on those stretches. At one point I pulled a Snickers Marathon bar out of my jersey. Way out. Up over my head and onto the road. Already 20 feet behind me. After a sigh, I had another Gu.

At the third rest stop I ate everything I could see and drank water and Gatorade out of peoples’ bottles when they weren’t looking. I started out cold again. More of the same until there was about three miles to go. I bonked. Now I started talking to myself and making noises while climbing hills that I’ve never made before. Wheezy little squeaks. Looking around the scenery was a lot nicer here, but I couldn’t enjoy it now. There were about three more significant climbs left when my body tried to quit on me. I stood up out of the saddle to climb and my left leg seized up completely. If I hadn’t sat back down in the saddle I would have fell for sure. I pedaled towards the top and noticed that my breaths were becoming words in rhythm with my cadence. “Just don’t stop, just don’t stop.” It must have been my sub conscience taking control because I somehow made it up the next two climbs to the finish completely on fumes. I made it.

Two hours and forty-two minutes. 40.3 miles. 15.0 mph average. 29.1 top speed. 6.4 mph slowest. A personal best. Looking back I would say the experience was all about making myself as uncomfortable as possible, adapting and overcoming. Two days later my body is certain that I did something it’s not used to, but I’m eager still to best my results.

Paul is a full-time father and freelance Graphic Artist living Fort Worth.

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