{"id":420,"date":"2014-08-10T08:33:42","date_gmt":"2014-08-10T12:33:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.randonneursontario.ca\/?p=420"},"modified":"2014-09-11T08:20:55","modified_gmt":"2014-09-11T12:20:55","slug":"toronto-ottawa-toronto-1000","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.randonneursontario.ca\/?p=420","title":{"rendered":"Toronto – Ottawa – Toronto 1000"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ride Report from Dave Pearson:<\/strong><\/p>\n

I rarely sleep well before a brevet. I spent most of Friday packing and repacking my bike, eating carbs, and trying to take a few catnaps. I drank far too much coffee and drifted off to sleep at around 1:00. The alarm was set for 4:30. I bolted awake at 3:20, showered, shaved, ate more carbs (oatmeal), drank even more coffee, and then ambled on my bike to Queens Park.<\/p>\n

There were two of us riding the TOT: Stephen Jones the ride organizer and me. So, my job at this point was to guess which side of the building I would find Stephen\u2026front or back?
\nThe front was full of scaffolding but was, after all, the front. The back was the start of the GPS trail and had no scaffolding. I flipped a coin and waited at the back.<\/p>\n

Stephen was running a bit late, failed to see me at the front, and decided to chase me down, assuming I had already started. But he checked the back just on the off chance\u2026thank god.<\/p>\n

So, we rode out of Queens Park together.<\/p>\n

The route from Toronto to Oshawa is relatively smooth with a slight incline that twists and winds through scenic neighborhoods and takes a neat pass behind the zoo. We were a bit past the zoo when Stephen\u2019s bike sounded like it lost a derailleur with a bang and he went crashing to the ground. There were no broken bones and no broken derailleur. However, there was quite a bit of road rash and a broken wallet hidden behind a perfectly intact jersey. Are Garneau kits made of Kevlar? This one may have been. And the culprit which caused the crash? A worn chain ring\u2026the big one.<\/p>\n

The first control was in Oshawa on Simcoe Street 70 km into the ride. It was to be an egg McMuffin breakfast. I got food and my control card signed as quickly as possible while Steve went to the washroom. I bolted my first sandwich the waited to see if Steve would take a few minutes to sit and eat or if he would \u2018run and gun\u2019 like many others in the Toronto chapter. He elected to sit for a few minutes.<\/p>\n

After Oshawa, the route becomes winding country roads with a few hills. Stephen and I talk of ride expectations and strategy. He wants to finish in 50 hours. Me? I just want to finish. This is my first time riding this kind of distance without a planned sleep stop and I don\u2019t know how my body will behave. So, at 90 km Stephen\u2019s bike fades into the distance and I\u2019m on my own.<\/p>\n

At 120 km the route comes to a T and my GPS indicates both ways are part of the route.
\nThere is an arrow cue which indicates left, but I want to make sure, so I stop to pull out my cue sheet to check. Hmm\u2026no cue sheet. Damn. This little arrow better be correct or I\u2019m about to go 80 km out of my way.<\/p>\n

The arrow was correct. The Peterborough control was at the 160 km mark. There was a big long line inside the Wendy’s so, I went through the drive through and ate on the bike.<\/p>\n

Another 110 km to Tweed and dinner at Subway. I place my order and the waitress asks if I\u2019m on a bike ride from Toronto to Ottawa and back to Toronto. Clearly Stephen was here before me. An hour before me. He will be two hours ahead of me by the time I finish dinner and get back on the bike.<\/p>\n

With the darkness comes the fog and I\u2019m frequently wiping the condensation from my glasses.<\/p>\n

The next control is in Perth, 401 km. This is the spot where I would normally get a motel room for a few hours. But I\u2019ve elected to ride through. No soft bed for me. As I ride down Gore Street my eyes are drawn to the Tim Hortons on the corner. A cup of coffee would sure help matters.
\n\u201cDave!\u201d
\nWha\u2026?
\n\u201cDave, over here!\u201d
\nSure enough, it\u2019s Stephen, standing in front of the Macs on the other side of the street.
\nHe\u2019s ready to concede the ride and go to his parents\u2019 house. We ride together for a ways then he turns off. I\u2019m truly on my own.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s up to Parliament Hill and back to Perth. It was hazy, hot, and humid and I was running out of steam. Back at Perth I stopped at the Tim\u2019s for a double order of chicken noodle soup, a lot of water, a carton of chocolate milk, and a cup of coffee. I also changed my kit.<\/p>\n

Outside, the weather had changed. We were in for some rain. And rain it did! On again off again for the next several hours. When the rain let up, the fog rolled in and keeping any speed was quite difficult.<\/p>\n

The next control was the Glenora ferry which is 150kms from the Perth control. If I could make the ferry by 11 p.m., I could ride across that night. Any later and I\u2019d have to wait until 6 a.m.<\/p>\n

It turns out I was in Greater Nappanee at 10:30 p.m.\u202631 km from the ferry. Damn.
\nI found an all-night Tim\u2019s and put my head down for a couple of hours, then rode to the Ferry. Between Tim\u2019s and the ferry, one of my Garmins died. I stopped to try to bring it back to life. A chorus of deep throated coyotes howl quite close to my left. They are answered by a multitude of higher pitched coyotes much closer on my right. To hell with the Garmin. I pedal as fast as I can to the ferry. It\u2019s about 3 a.m. and I get a bit of sleep on the bench until I\u2019m woken by a group of fishermen. One of them signs my control card.<\/p>\n

Glenora to Brighton\u2026the longest 71 km ever. I needed a good breakfast to get my legs working. I was thinking pancakes or French toast.
\nOr pancakes and French toast\u2026yum!
\n\u201cSorry, we have no Pancakes \u2026or French toast\u201d
\nI settled for eggs and hash browns\u2026sigh.<\/p>\n

Brighton to Bewdley\u2026the long, dark, teatime of the soul. On this stretch of road I passed through three thunderstorms and kept falling asleep on my bike. After a time, when I was in that half wakeful state, I saw my dog Cyril in front of my guiding my way. And beside him was my new puppy Mattie learning from Cyril how to be a Spirit guide. And behind me was my wife Gillian giving me words of encouragement. Once in a while I would lose balance and would be shaken to full wakefulness. Everyone would disappear. Then they quickly came back to help me on my way. After a time, Cyril and Mattie led me to a road sign. Gillian suggested I lean the bike against it and myself against the bike and take a good, long nap. I did just that. In the pouring rain. Sometime later thunder cracked overhead and a bolt of lightning struck a tree directly across from me. I wanted to look, but I was too tired and fell back to sleep. A car pulled over and asked if I was alright. Yes, I assured them, I was. It had stopped raining. I stood up and looked across the road. Yup, lightening had struck a tree.<\/p>\n

Bewdley to Queens Park was long and tiring\u2026as any good brevet should be. There was no more rain. Just a mild breeze. A good ride.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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