here's Brynne's account of the same pre-ride.
Brynne: Self Portrait
H2H 400 Pre-ride
by Brynne Croy
Mark Ford, Dave MacMurchie and I sent out
at a bright and cheery 3 in the morning last Saturday for the
standard pre-ride route check. Dave mentioned that he had learned
a friend of his recently passed away while riding his bike. He
was most likely hit by a car but the details are largely unknown.
Although he felt that it would be difficult Dave decided that
Charlie would have wanted him to go on with this personal challenge
and he soldiered on.
Aside from Dave's flat tire (easily fixed) and a little headwind
heading into Nanaimo things moved along quite well to the turnaround
But wait! A wrench! The cook was not it at Union Bay!! Now, Mike
has been raving about the sandwich he ate on the highway to hell
last year so I was really looking forward to this specific stop.
(Spouses and partners should be leery of "the best food
ever" stories as they are often unduly influenced by the
effort exerted prior to consumption) I though I'd have the opportunity
for my own empirical research but it was not in the stars this
time. There was food available in the display and the desserts
seemed especially inviting. On the day of the event the staff
at the market assure me that the cook will be in until 2pm. For
those who are a little faster than we were on the pre-ride fresh
items will be on the menu. For those who move closer to our speed
that day there will still be food.
Outside of Union Bay it was my turn for a flat. Mark and Dave
both offered to help the damsel in distress and I graciously
accepted the offer. Dave moved on ahead while I assisted Mark
as he repaired my flat. That held for a little while but the
true nature of the rupture was made clear the next time it went,
which was not far down the road. I have never seen a sidewall
give way but the existence of folding tires and tire boots leads
me to believe that this is an issue one should be prepared for.
Mark, lucky for me, decided to throw an old folding tire in his
kit at the last minute and (for my good fortune once more) it
fit on my rim. We picked ourselves up and headed off towards
the next control where we finally caught Dave again.
Just outside of Ladysmith the my tire gave way with another flat.
The sun was setting and I was out of tubes. Mark and Dave were
on hand to offer what they could but I was growing quite concerned
about safety. The ride ahead was going to be in the dark and
there was both Shawnigan Lake and a malahat descent to contend
with. A flat on the malahat is about the worst outcome imaginable
and it seemed far more possible at that time and place than it
ever has before. I decided to announce my DNF at kilometre 305
and I called my mommy for a ride home.
I spent close to an hour nervously eyeing "motorcycle enthusiasts"
enjoying their Saturday evening at the Cassidy Pub before my
sag wagon picked me up. I was sure to catch Mark and Dave on
the way down the highway to assure them that I was okay and ask
them to let me know when they got in.
Dave finished his first 400km event. Mark finished another 400km
event. I did more than 300km for only the second time in my life.
Aside from the disappointment of missing out on my 5 gram trophy
it was a glorious day of riding. I will try again.
May 12, 2009