Thank You!

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Thanks to everyone for their support!
We topped off our donations at $1255!

Ride safely this fall and keep up the hard work.

A note from Out to Pasture Sanctuary:

That was so great of all of you to ride 100 miles on a warm day.  I can’t even imagine riding that far!  Since Out to Pasture has no paid employees every cent will go to the animals!  We are getting more pigs soon and this will really help out!”  -Kit

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SUCCESS! Ride Report!

Six weeks worth of planning and hard work brought in an amazing amount of support! I want to personally thank everyone that donated to Out to Pasture Animal Sanctuary! Every dollar helps keep this fantastic organization running all year long in their goals to assist abused and neglected animals. While we were there, we were able to visit with some very happy pigs and an exuberant goat! Lots of kitties lolling in the warm sun. There were volunteers working to upgrade some shelters and it was all very pleasantly shaded despite riding in the sun most of the day. Their hospitality was overwhelming!

We began our ride a little casually than intended at about 9am after Mark and Shannon provided a fantastic breakfast. Incidentally the participants ended up being exclusively three members from Monkeywrench Bicycle Club and three members of Flahute Racing p/b Trailhead Coffee Roasters. I only wish we had been wearing our respective team kits so we could have wasted time posting fight photos.

Josh, who I rode the Sanctuary Century with last year showed up again to power through yet another 100 miles on a fixed gear. What a trooper. (For the record, he does have a geared bicycle and this was a conscious choice! He’s just badass like that!)

A great surprise was when Lisa, our car support showed up to the door and she brought her bike into the house. She had decided to ride with us up to our first checkpoint; Kelley Point Park and then come back and pick up the car. Lisa fractured her spine in mid-June during the Rainier Road Race and has yet to hit her three month recovery mark yet. We were thrilled to have her join us for this stint of the journey!

When we arrived at Kelley Point, there was a huge line of cars and people standing around the sign. It looked as if an event were happening, so instead of an idyllic photo at the beach, we rolled on through and got on Marine Drive. We instead made our first rest stop at the new boat launch installed this summer on the Columbia just out on Marine Drive. For a parking lot rest stop, we gave it a thumbs up for the Dyson fans. Super classy.

Powered on through to Troutdale where we stopped off for another rest about 20 miles later. Chris, who just had a major rebuild done on his bike and was super eager to take it out on some open road let us know that he was going to “throw down the hammer.” He ended up putting down an extra 20 miles round trip, touching down to Bridal Veil Falls and then making it back to us. We went up to a very popular Women’s Forum Viewpoint where we found out that Lisa was still about 20 minutes away. Just enough time for us to work our way back down to the Sandy River where we ended up eating lunch next to the Stark St Bridge. Lisa and Chris both arrived within minutes of us and we all ate lunch together.

We hit exactly 50 miles as we passed Mt Hood Community College. Lisa was standing about a mile further down the road with cups of coconut water for a quick drink! We were so grateful as the weather was starting to get pretty warm. The heat was starting to get into the high 70s by then.

I was riding a little sluggish towards this point. I was doing everything correctly. Keeping my electrolytes up, eating little bites of food the entire time. I did just have a seizure earlier this week and understand my energy level isn’t at 100% but this was beginning to frustrate me. It was about then that I noticed the “fork flop” and then the flat rear tire. Thankfully I was the only person that got a flat this year. Unfortunately the rims that I was riding on were really difficult for me to put the tires on, so I was really loathing having to change the tube. Especially with just 8 miles until the Sanctuary where we could sit down and I could wash my hands of chain grease, etc. After several minutes of attempting to listen for a leak, Mark put co2 in the tube, but sure enough a couple miles down the road, it was dead again. He was kind enough to yank the tube out and replace it for me. What a difference a firm rear wheel makes! I wasn’t bonking at all! I was riding through peanut butter!

We got to the Sanctuary and were greeted by tons of signs welcoming us!

We then flew home by way of the Springwater Corridor Trail. Lisa met us at a baseball field in Troutdale to give us a final cheer before the end point and we were off. Chris raced ahead of us as it was beginning to get a bit dark and he didn’t have lights. So he hustled off ahead to beat the impending dark. Along the path, we met up with a young man named Jason who asked about what we were doing. He chatted with us and was just going to ride a few miles, was curious about the Sellwood path interchange, and then ended up riding with us all the way back into Portland. So congratulations Jason! If you have to go back as when you picked up with us, that will almost be 60 miles!

We ended our evening with delicious Portobella pizzas and sitting outside enjoying the lovely night.

3 Weeks Away!

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We are just 19 days away from the morning of the ride and I am super excited to see bleary eyed riders stumble up to get some morning juice and snacks as they stretch and get ready for the long day ahead of them. There’s nothing like attempting to get enough sleep the night before, but the excitement keeping you up all night.

Make sure you carb load the night before!

If you’re interested in the route that we’re taking, to pique your interest, here’s the first official peek! It’s not the actual route, but it will give you an idea of what we are doing! We will start our morning here in Portland proper to shake the sleep out of our bones, take a nice morning cruise out to Kelley Point and then cruise on up to Women’s Forum for lunch. Then, we’ll head out to Estacada to say hello to our good friends at Out to Pasture Sanctuary who have mentioned snacks and smiles! Then we’ll head back into Portland where dinner will be awaiting our road weary yet successful legs and bodies!

**We are still looking for volunteers to host a breakfast/start location and/or dinner/end location!**
Please contact us if you are interested in contributing your time or location so we can collaborate. We are asking that food be vegan (and preferably wheat-free) to accommodate the most people.

We are at 17% and STILL accepting donations! Every dollar helps and goes directly to our charity organization, Out to Pasture Sanctuary, so please consider donating! 

2012 – Sanctuary Century

Article originally posted unedited on bikeleptic.com as a personal Ride Report here

Before I delve into the amazing energy of experiencing my first [organized] century, I would like to talk to you a moment about how much I hate physical exercise.

During our most tender years, we are brought up with forced manual labor in the guise of physical education.

Humiliating.

During junior high my class would alternate between a 2 mile run and a 20 minute run every week. It was really apples and oranges to me since the 2 mile took approximately the same amount of time. I recall standing on the sideline coughing up blood and having the PE couch tell me that I wasn’t trying hard enough.

That was about the time my mother pulled me out of traditional classes and I home schooled PE. So, for my entire overweight childhood the idea of anything that reeked of exercise totally makes me feel like I am getting punished.

That’s what I love about bicycling. I can ride my bike all — day and I don’t feel like I am doing any actual exercise. I never pushed it hard for nine hours straight apparently.

Yesterday I exercised.

And it hurt good.

So, we will start Thursday. Went on the pre-ride on Wednesday.

I ate a ton of food Thursday night.

I slept.

Friday I went and bought new shoes. (2011 Specialized Riata MTB)

Because you know, nothing’s smartah than wearing new shoes when you’re planning on riding a long bike ride THE NEXT — DAY. Actually the two pairs of clipless that I own are both touring shoes are so pretty soft soled. When I was riding on Wednesday my feet hurt pretty bad, so I figured it couldn’t be worse, right? Right!?

I also bought a new helmet. I have two helmets already. One is a more skateboard-style which I use more in the winter for cross. Absolutely no ventilation. Toasty warm. The other was a freebie. Heavy. Not much draft. . . I got a Giro Savant. . .

Oh yeah.

I went on this century ride with 11 other awesome people.

I got to the starting point just before 7:30am. I didn’t trust myself to actually get there on time and be able to make breakfast, get my gear and everything together in the morning, so I ended up sleeping over at a friend’s house and had them drive me to the start-up. They also made me breakfast so I could sleep until the very last second. Well. . . I still ended up waking up at 6:15 or so. Had to eat some oatmeal and braid my hair. Give myself time to digest. Drink some juice. Slather myself with embrocation cream. It’s freaking cold in the Pacific Northwest in September in the morning!

Priorities.

I get there and everyone is lingering around getting ready themselves grazing on the spread of fruits and snacks. All those last minute bits. We sign all our insurance forms. We get all our emergency phone numbers and everything set up. All that good stuff.

Then we go outside.

Did I mention it’s freaking cold?

Other than the blithingly frigid chill, we were all in grand spirits to get the ride started. It ended up being a gorgeous day and the weather warmed up forthwith! We started the morning by leaving Portland and heading for a loop around Sauvie Island. Then hit up Vancouver, WA by way of I-5.

Lunch Break Instagram Tweet: “Progress report. Mile 52. My girl-junk hurts.”

We stopped for lunch at Frenchman’s Bar in Vancouver, WA. I am disappointed to report that there were neither French men nor bars there. . .

So, we left the lunch site and I was pretty much ready to go to bed. But oh yeah, we had like, you know – 50 more miles to ride.

So there was that.

Left Vancouver via 205 bridge. Headed up Marine Drive to Gresham, OR. Got on the Spring Water Corridor. Road all of it. Which was fantastic. There is a portion that hasn’t actually been completed yet, so we got to have a little “cyclocross” portion of our century and dismount, climb over some water pipes and rubble, etc.

I got a little turned around in Sellwood when the trail ended abruptly but a guy on the bike gave me directions through town and I got back on the trail. I figured it out on the cue sheet, but it was just easier for me to ask directions than it was to sort through the four pages I had on my handlebar bag to see what page I was actually on. Up until then I had been so close to the front group at various points that I hadn’t needed to look at it at all.

So back on the Spring Water, I knew where I was. You take that back into town. At this point, I even vaguely knew how many miles I had left. At one point I passed a team mate fixing a flat. (Just so you know, I asked every time I saw someone stopped if they needed assistance. That’s just common decency.)

By the Spring Water my feet hurt. My right hip hurt, which has never happened before, but I think I was favoring it because my left knee was aching and I was compensating. My feet were killing me and I could barely put one foot in front of the other. Old people on cruiser bikes with baskets and mirrors were passing me I was going so slow.

I wanted to shout out: “I’ve been pedaling for 8+ hours! I’ve gone 90 miles! I’m usually not this —- slow!

It would have been ridiculous to bail out five miles to the end point. I also have a rule when it comes to races and events. I will not be last and I will not DNF. (‘Did Not Finish’) Even though this wasn’t a race, but a good-natured charity ride, there’s still a competitive streak in me. I knew which riders were ahead of me. I knew who was behind me.

So, when I arrived back to the end point a few minutes at 5pm alone, but mid-pack, I felt pretty good.

9 hours.

12 riders.

100 miles.

As I type this, we’ve raised $26,344!

Hell yeah.