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BICYCLE INDUSTRY DOES 180......

In a strange turn, the bicycle industry is re-evaluating everything it thought was true.  The recent trend in mountain biking has been towards larger diameter wheels.  Pros who used to race on 26" wheels were making the switch to 29" wheels with some very promising results.  Manufacturers were retooling, so that they too may cash in on the big wheel trend.  Everything from tires to forks are being made to accomidate the 29" wheels.

Then, from out of no where, a trend setting newcomer to the XC scene is turning the "big wheel" theory upside down.  Tinier is better, as proven by this energetic youth on 12" wheels.  Thats right 12".  Now pros are demanding their sponsors get them outfitted with a "12er" too.  Some are protesting to NORBA and USAC to ban the 12" wheels, claiming they give an unfair mechanical advantage to the rider.  Others are taking a wait and see attitude, hoping to let the trend pass.  Others are jumping in with both feet, after seeing the speed, and handling demonstrated by the young rider on the 12er.  "Wow" was what one spectator said as the tiny bike blasted by on the off camber singletrack.

The racers are all talking about the 12er now.  "If I had a 12er when I was racing XC, I could not imagine how fast I would be" said Floyd when asked about the bike.  Ned said "I'd like to try one out, that guy is fast."  Lance commented that "its not about the bike, that kid is just FAST."

Industry experts speculate that the trend may carry over to the road as well.  UCI is investigating the use of 12ers on the world wide racing scene.  The director of the Tour de France has said he will not allow 12" wheels in the 2008 tour but would not rule out thier use in the future.  Some triathletes are looking into aerodynamic versions of the 12er to cut seconds off the cycling leg of thier events.

Wide spread use of the 12er seems far off, but if the racer shown above continues to wow crowds with his performances, who knows.  Your next bike may be a 12er!

Click here for a look at what 12" can do for you!

(um...this is for entertainment only, Please say you didn't think this was true!!)

REPRINTED FROM OUTDOOR INDIANA MAGAZINE.  I MET THE AUTHOR WHILE RIDING RAIN IN 2007.  HE WAS RIDING AND WRITING ABOUT RAIN, AND A REALLY NICE GUY.


TEAM WORK MAKES STATE A HANDLEBAR HEAVEN

By Marty Benson
Photography by John Maxwell
July/August 2008


 

Indianapolis’ Mike Hufhand travels the country selling medical devices for a living.

A few years ago he realized another sales job was necessary—for life, or at least the pursuit-of-happiness part of it, during his times at home.

As much as possible during his sojourns, he mountain biked. Every time he returned after an out-of-state trip that included time in the saddle, he was disappointed because of the few quality places to ride. His fellow in-state cyclists, a few of whom had made sporadic appeals to the DNR on the subject, shared that feeling.

Pondering that problem, Hufhand, now 44 years old, reflected on the differences between those states and his state.

“I knew we had places that would be good,” he said, “but also knew that any time I went to a place that had great trail access and a lot of trails, it was because they had a Stewart sculpts the foundation, drainage and flow of a new park trailwell organized group of mountain bikers.

“We weren’t organized. A group like the DNR is not going to work with a bunch of individuals, nor should they.”

Mountain bikers are generally a social lot, so the task of organizing wasn’t daunting.

“I don’t think you could find a nicer group of people,” said Dave Powers, a heating and air conditioning sales manager from Whiteland, who took up the sport in 2004. “Sometimes you don’t find that (when you start a new activity as an outsider).”

Sheer effort, plus the help of the International Mountain Bicycling Association (IMBA), begat HMBA, the Hoosier Mountain Bike Association, in 2000. Both acronyms rhyme with “Simba.”

Left: Stewart sculpts the foundation, drainage and flow of a new park trail.

HMBA laid groundwork for alliances with landowner organizations, such as the DNR, while working to improve trails owned by other groups, such as those at Indianapolis’ Town Run.

In 2002, IMBA (imba.com) bestowed Indiana with a dubious distinction, saddling the state with the lowest of its grades for mountain biking. The report, according to Hufhand, was based on a number of factors such as trails access, quantity and quality. Coincidentally, that was the last time OI covered the sport in depth (May/June 2002).

Scraping the bottom of the barrel in anything wouldn’t normally be a positive, but it’s played a part in turning a frown into a grin on the faces of Hoosier mountain biking enthusiasts and others who now cross state lines to bicycle here.

“That (ranking) turned out to be a nice rallying cry for our group and for DNR,” Hufhand said. “Originally, neither group knew each other very well but by the time we got that rating, we did, and we were really ready to put things together.”

HMBA, seasoned at improving existing trails, approached the DNR for permission to start a new, high-quality project.

At the time, the only DNR opportunities to ride mountain bikes on trails, save for the pilot project at Roush Lake (then Huntington Lake) that was completed in 1995, were in state forests. Those trails were mostly makeshift roads. None were the type of purpose-built routes the cyclists sought.

John Bergman, assistant director of the DNR Division of State Parks and Reservoirs, who has been the DNR go-to for HMBA, said that DNR formed a mountain bike policy in ‘95, before he was involved with the subject, modeling it after the horse-trail policy. But that’s where progress stalled because of a lack of both cash and staff.

Enter the local club (hmba.org) which offered the somewhat skeptical DNR a gift.

Alex Harrington (left) of Nashville and Alex Stewart of Indianapolis shape a new trail to resist erosion, flow well and follow natural contours at Brown County State Park“They said we’ll build you these multi-use trails at no charge,” Bergman said. “(They said they) had the expertise and the ability to do it.”

Right: Alex Harrington (left) of Nashville and Alex Stewart of Indianapolis shape a new trail to resist erosion, flow well and follow natural contours at Brown County State Park.

The know-how was based on attending several IMBA seminars around the country that Subaru stages, one of which was held at Harmonie State Park this April. This time DNR agreed.

“We offered up Brown County and Versailles (state parks) because we knew we had large tracts of land there that were relatively unused and had no trails systems,” Bergman said.

Some DNR types were wary.

“(Property managers) were reluctant to bring in another user group when they hadn’t had any experience with them,” Bergman said. “They said ‘we’re going to have all this erosion and all that kind of stuff’ and ‘I’m not quite sure about this.’

“They wanted to make sure the trails were going to be built right and that these people could do what they said.”

Once the DNR signed off on trail locations, armies of HMBA volunteers came with their hand tools.

“HMBA is an outstanding TEAM of people, and that’s the strength of our group...our people,” Hufhand said.

 

Success

The trust paid off. Now Versailles has nine miles of purpose-built trails mountain bikers can use. Brown County had 14 miles at OI’s print deadline, with more being built, thanks to a federal $150,000 Recreational Trails Program (RTP) grant awarded to HMBA last year. The DNR has been pleased with the results, to put it mildly.

“It’s been wonderful. It’s been fantastic. I don’t know that there are enough adjectives to throw at it,” Bergman said.

The DNR tossed more tangible praise HMBA’s direction in March, presenting the group a State Parks and Reservoirs Partnership Award.

Alex Stewart (Indianapolis), Charles Shindler (Nashville) and Jonathan Juillerat (Brownsburg) test a section of hillside trail armored with native stone at Brown County State ParkHMBA not only backed up its words, it delivered more than promised. Mountain bikers not only have helped build trails, but also offered help in other areas.

“They’ve created new sources for our Friends groups,” Bergman said, referring to the local support groups that adopt some state parks and regularly provide volunteer help.

Left: (Back to front) Alex Stewart (Indianapolis), Charles Shindler (Nashville) and Jonathan Juillerat (Brownsburg) test a section of hillside trail armored with native stone at Brown County State Park.

Not just for bikers

Although the mountain bikers had self-interest in mind when carving the trails at the two state parks, hikers have reaped rewards, too. Bergman said the purpose-built, multi-use facilities are the state’s highest-quality hiking trails.

“If you want to go and have the best hiking experience in Indiana right now, I’d say go and walk the mountain bike trails at Brown County State Park,” he said. “They are spectacular.”
That’s music to HMBA’s ears.

“We don’t build trails, we build experiences,” Hufhand said. “That’s what we base our trails plans upon.”

Hiking is not only an activity on the new trails, but also a prep tool. Alex Stewart, who is in charge of HMBA trails development, said he put about 150 miles on his boots over four months in Brown County, searching for routes that would direct cyclists to attractive places in the park. During one of those walks with Doug Baird, property manager of the 15,766-acre park, at his side, Stewart showed the DNR veteran a dry waterfall with about a 20-foot spill.

“He had not seen it before,” Stewart said. “He said, ‘Thanks for showing me my park.’”
Hufhand said hikers will also love the trail view at Hesitation Point, which he said is second to none in the state.

Stewart, a 38-year-old who runs a small real estate company in Indianapolis, said hikers and mountain bikers have much in common, despite an inaccurate picture often painted of the latter by the extreme-sports-loving media, which might spook some hikers.

A year-old Brown County State Park trail blends into the forest“It’s not like we’re the Mountain Dew boys flying down a hill out of control,” Stewart said. “We are hikers on wheels. We’re no different than hikers. It’s an experience of being one with the forest, a Zen type of feeling, much like people get when cross country skiing.”

Bergman said the proper trails design helps protect those who prefer traveling afoot to on two wheels.

“You really can’t go very fast on a mountain bike unless you’re going downhill,” he said. “You have to worry about what’s around the next corner. Mountain bikers encourage hikers to use the trails. We haven’t heard any complaints (from hikers about bikers) that I know of.”

Right: A year-old Brown County State Park trail blends into the forest.

 

Conversion

These multi-purpose trails, built by mountain bikers, have won over some who had early reservations.

“Before I was exposed to mountain biking, I had no particular use for it, and no desire to have trails built in Brown County,” Baird said. “(I’ve found out that mountain bikers) seem more willing (than some other groups) to support their own activity by working to build and maintain what they have rather than expecting the park to provide facilities for them to use.”

Stewart said that’s part of the bikers’ philosophy.

“People adopt these trails as if they are their own,” he said. “As a comparison, it’s a lot like surfers or skiers. The trails are very important to the riders.”

Avid rider Brad Hill, a 46-year-old custom home builder and Carmel resident, said he’s a big fan of the new trails, particularly the new ones in state parks.

“They are head and shoulders above the old,” Hill said. “They are a totally different animal. They are technical (not difficult to ride, but difficult to ride fast), fun, well maintained and take minimal maintenance.”

 

Future plans

Work is underway at Harmonie State Park, with 12 to 15 miles expected to open in 2010. Other state parks that appear ready to move beyond the talking stage are Fort Harrison and O’Bannon Woods, each of which pose different sorts of challenges, as well as plenty of potential.

Bergman said the National Park Service still technically owns the Fort Harrison land, so it would have to approve any plans before work started. He said that site surveys have been done. Extensive work is planned if approved.

“We want to rebuild and redesign the whole trail system there,” Bergman said. “(The project) will probably go pretty quickly because we have a large corps of people here to do the work—if they got started this fall, they could probably have 3-4 miles ready by spring.”

Completion would add high-quality mountain biking to the immediate Indianapolis area, something Hufhand said is sorely lacking in most metro areas in the state.

Adding trails at O’Bannon Woods would address similar concerns near Louisville and tap into a property that has mountain biker mouths watering.

“O’Bannon has great potential because of the sheer amount of acreage,” Hufhand said. “When you add Harrison-Crawford State Forest (which abuts the park), there’s nothing else like it in Indiana. It’s got 500 feet of elevation, lots of rock and big boulders.”

Volunteers have not been as plentiful at O’Bannon, so HMBA has received permission to make the existing adventure trail more bike-able to spur interest.

Bergman said other possibilities are Charlestown State Park and the Trine State Recreation Area at Pokagon State Park. He said DNR appreciates the HMBA support but realizes that depending on volunteers, as reliable as they are, probably won’t meet future needs.

“If we really want to have a viable trails system in some of these properties like O’Bannon, if we want to have them in a hurry, we’re probably going to have to use some of our own financial resources,” he said.

The Vision

Indiana’s come eons from that F on its IMBA report card. Not only is it passing, it’s become, dare we say, a destination.

“I’ve read the message boards and I’ve heard some people say that right now we have the best mountain biking in the Midwest in Indiana,” Stewart said.

But, as a well-traveled rider himself he’s quick to qualify that statement.

“There are some things you can’t get here,” he said. “If you go to North Carolina, you get 2,000- to 3,000-foot elevation changes and you can’t get that here, but we’ve got something over them, too.”

That something is that the trails are designed for their end use, which is not as common as you might think.

“Our trails are purpose-built, aligned just right and maintained to give you the proper flow, which helps you get lost in the moment,” Stewart said. “A lot of other trails are old logging roads or hunting trails. They’re fun but they don’t take full advantage of all the interesting details.”

Brian Holzhausen, owner and director of the Do Indiana Off-road (DINO) mountain bike racing series, is a big fan of the workmanship of the new trails.

“It’s an art that they’ve mastered, to sculpt the contours, create a trail that flows very well, uses the elevation changes, is sustainable and won’t erode over time,” he said.

Although there will always be some advantages to riding out of state, Hufhand said he hopes that in 10 years, Indiana will offer enough opportunities to keep most Hoosier Trail workers test the flow and function of a trail segment at Brown County State Park. The park's new purpose-built biking/hiking paths are among the state's highest quality trailsmountain bikers home while pursuing their brand of happiness.

“Rather than taking the time to drive all the way somewhere else, (mountain bikers) will be able to go to a place like Brown County, stay the entire weekend and have a first class mountain biking experience rather than spending so much time in the car.”

Left: Trail workers test the flow and function of a trail segment at Brown County State Park. The park's new purpose-built biking/hiking paths are among the state's highest quality trails.

 

DNR MOUNTAIN BIKING SITESNO. OF MILES
Brown County State Park14
Clark State Forest
Horse Trails
1.8
Deam Lake/
Clark State Forest, 2 trails
4.2
Deam Lake State
Recreation Area, Trail 3
1.9
Ferdinand/
Pike State Forest, 5 trails
8.8
Jackson-Washington
State Forest, Horse Trail 2
7.5
Martin State Forest6.8
Potato Creek State Park6.7
Roush Lake12
Salamonie Reservoir13
Spring Mill State Park3
Versailles State Park9

 

FOR NON DNR PLACES TO RIDE IN INDIANA,
SEE HMBA.ORG

 

This is what has been going on in the HMBA world this summer.  It is reprinted from the HMBA website.....

by Paul Arlinghaus - HMBA Vice President

Well this summer is flying by. I apologize for not getting more updates out on all that is going on.  I have had to travel more than usual this year for work and its hard for me to catch up when I am away from home during the week.

Anyway here is the "Cliff Notes" summer update.

First off a big thanks to all who have worked to keep our existing trails in top shape. It was a very hard winter and spring with big storms, flooding, and extreme freeze thaws.  It is important, as we build new trails to keep our commitment to maintain the existing trails. 

HMBA also has put on an number of great events. The women's clinic, was a big success despite the postponement due to heavy rain and flooding.  The HMBA 106ery was a great time and a proved mountain bikers have no idea that a century is supposed to be just 100 miles.

Brian and his Dino series continue to do there part by hosting a great state wide race series and hosting a Kids adventure camp which exposes kids to mountain biking. 

Lots of other great stuff from the annual meeting to time trials and trail/camp out events. 

On the advocacy side, we are doing things only dreamed of 5 years ago.

The RTP grant project at Brown County State Park is approaching completion.  The section from HP to the campgrounds has been dialed in and has been open for riding all year.  Meanwhile Alex and his crew were building a world class expert and Intro section.  These two sections still have some work to complete.  The Intro trail needs some bridges and the expert trail has some hand benching and some major rock work projects. 

Just to recap this RTP project was awarded in 2005.  It took over a year to get construction approval and we are now over a year into construction.  This highlights the long term vision that has been behind the exciting things that are happening now.  With other projects on the horizon, it is important that we stay focused on completing the RTP project at BCSP.  We still need some help with bridges, kiosk, and a shelter.

The one slight disappointment in 2008 was that we applied for but did not get another RTP grant.  The project we proposed was to build a trail at BCSP from the camp grounds to Story.  We lost many point for submitting another RTP grant at BCSP, but with all the effort being put into existing grants, we didn't have the time to apply for an RTP for a new project.  In many respects, RTP grants are great, but they come with a lot of strings that eat up a lot of volunteer hours.  So not getting this grant isn't the worst thing to happen, especially with the much easier funding we are getting from the State Trail Grant.

The State Trail Grant was a special grant for 2008 from the governor to get more trails on the ground in Indiana.  In total 19 million was awarded to for trail projects. Much of this will go towards paved trails, but our success at BCSP lead to HMBA being awarded $250,000 to build mountain bike trails.

This funding will be used at Versailles, Harmonie, and O'Bannon Woods State Parks. 

I am happy to announce that we received construction approval on Monday for these projects.  This means the funding is available and construction can begin.  While waiting for construction approval we have been busy.  Alex has laid out the first trail at Versailles and is ready to start construction in the next few weeks. 

As soon as his crew is up and running, he will head down to Harmonie State Park to finalize the trail design down there.  Once that trail design is complete we would like to bring in an second professional trail building crew (IMBA trail solutions, Woody's crew, etc...) to get construction started at Harmonie at the same time trails are being built at Versailles.

The last piece of the State Grant project will be at O'Bannon Woods State Park.  The potential for O'Bannon is off the charts and will make even BCSP seem like the kiddy trails.  Due to the rough terrain there, trail layout will likely go into the fall, and as trail crews finish up at Versailles and Harmonie, we can start construction there. 

As with the RTP grant at BCSP, the best way to maximize the bang for the buck is to supplement the professional crews with volunteer labor.  So look for weekend trail work sessions. 

As a result of the success at BCSP and Versailles, we have had a great year for advocating for mountain biking.  The year started off with HMBA getting a partnership award from the DNR.  We also hosted the DNR's State Trails Advisory Board meeting at Brown County State Park.  HMBA also sent 4 board members to the IMBA world summit.

Even more trails are on the horizon.  Fort Ben is hung up waiting for approval from the National Parks (Long story, but since it was an military base the park is still deeded to the feds).  The hard part about getting access is the patience needed to get through all the hoops.  But that is what we are good at.  We made contacts with the National Parks Service at the IMBA world summit that are going to help us get the final approvals needed for Fort Ben.

Mean while there are new trails in the works in Lafayette and Kokomo.  We also are continuing to knock on the doors for access to Southwestway and Eaglecreek.

Going forward, we have the Brown County Break Down Coming up.  This is quickly growing into a regional event.  It will show case the BCSP trail system, as well as old classics like Nebo, Combs road, and Hickory.  With bike demos on Saturday, this will be weekend event.

There are far too many people who are making this all happen to mention them all, so just a big thanks to all who are helping to make this all possible.

Paul

RIDE ACROSS INDIANA

160 miles, one day, one way...
The Ride Across Indiana (RAIN) is a road cycling timed event. It begins at the western border between Illinois and Indiana. Approximately 1,200 riders line up there and ride 160 miles across the state and finish in Richmond, In at the eastern border with Ohio. The event has a rich history and seems to grow every year.
I awoke to the sound of the alarm at 4:00 am. In a groggy haze, I shut it off and rolled back over, shut my eyes, and went back to sleep. My youngest daughter had decided not to sleep the night before. Multiple times she cried in the night, requiring my wife to comfort her.  This left me wishing for a few more precious minutes of sleep. I awoke again at 4:30 am. Panic sets in. We must leave no later than 5:30 am to arrive at the start line on time. Brian is a friend from Illinois who comes over and rides RAIN with me. This will be his second year in RAIN and my third. We have packed the van with almost everything the night before. We all take turns showering and shoving down some food before we head out for the last minute loading duties. We cram the rest of the stuff in the van, load the bikes and we are off.
The supplies required to ride 160 miles can vary greatly depending on how comfortable you want to be and what your PSV (personal sag vehicle) will carry. This is some of the things I brought…..12 energy gels, 12 packs of sport beans, 12 cliff bars, 5 gallons of water, 6 water bottles, 2 short sleeved jerseys, 2 pairs of shoes, 2 pairs of cycling shorts, 2 pairs of gloves, 2 pairs of sunglasses, extra tires, tubes, floor pump, truing stand, tool box, sandwiches, towels, casual clothing for post ride…..etc……and 3 beers. Brian packed similar equipment minus the tools, stand, and beers. It may seem like overkill, but there are lots of things that can happen during the ride. Thunderstorms, wind, flat tires, crashes…..the list is endless. I am getting better at not bringing so much stuff, but on most years, most of it gets used. All this stuff makes for a ton of gear to get into the van. With a couple of years practice, I must say we are getting pretty good at getting it all in there.

As we drive to the start line in Terre Haute, the reality sets in that we have departed 30 minutes late and it begins to eat at me. I despise being late and rushed! I try to make up time on the roads without being a hazard. It wouldn’t do much good to crash the van and kill us all trying to get there. As we close in on Terre Haute, we begin to see more and more people driving to the start line. Once we passed the host hotel about 75% of the cars heading east contained bikes and riders headed to the start line. We exited the interstate and turned on to the old US 40 alignment. As far as you could see, cars lined both sides of the road. Participants unloading their bikes and warming up clogged the roadway. Traffic was down to one lane and at a crawl. We drove up about a half mile into the crowd and found a place to wedge the van into. We are approximately 2 miles from the start line and there are cars parked as far as we can see in both directions.
The sun is starting to peek over the horizon as we quickly unload and prepare. The reality sinks in that I forgot the spare tubes. Brian reminds me he is running low on sports drink. We franticly prepare the bikes and ourselves. I begin to discuss the plan for the PSV. My wonderful wife drives the van that supports our ride. She drives ahead of us and parks at a location we agreed upon and waits for us to arrive. Last year we relied heavily on the PSV and stopped about every 20 to 30 miles. This year a new plan was being hatched at the back of the van. Brian and I felt we were pretty strong this year. We told Julie to drop us off, and go back to the house and wait for our call. The route traveled within 7 miles of our house. Our plan was to call her when we were close to the rest stop, and she would drive to meet us there. This plan required Brian and I to ride the first 40 miles with only the food and water we carried with us. If we needed mechanical support, we would have to call her and have her backtrack to our location. It was a risky call to send her on home but we felt we could pull it off. It would require I wear a hydro-pack for the first leg to carry enough water. We made our final preparations and headed toward the start line. The next time we would see the van and the supplies was in 66 miles.
The trip up to the start line was a short one. With 1,200 riders all lining up, we were about 1 mile from the actual start line.  It would be about 10 minutes before we would pass it. The pack moved at snails pace forward. Apparently we had started, but that far back; we could not hear the starting announcement. After about 20 minutes of shoulder to shoulder riding, the pack began to break up a little. Riders shuffled for position and the varying paces made for a pack that resembled a swarm of bees. Groups began to break out according to their pace. All the while we are traveling through a moderate sized city (for the Midwest anyway). Most intersections were blocked off by local police, allowing the riders uninterrupted flow. Out front of the pack, police escorted everyone through town. Along the sides of the road are groups of people who have come out to see RAIN pass by. It is a constant battle for Brian and I to stay in contact. Holes open up; you jump through them only to realize your group did not all make it. We are lucky; there are only two of us. 
We leave the urban streets and roll into a more rural setting. The pack is spreading out, but the entire right lane, as far as you can see in both directions, is full of bikes. The riding is wheel to wheel. The pack mentality takes over and we begin to take on the pace of the riders around us. Pace lines form, usually doubles. I look around to make sure Brian is still with me. He is right on my wheel. We are moving at around 25 mph. The adrenalin and excitement of the start has us moving at a fast pace. We are in a group of about 40 to 50 riders, double line, wheel to wheel.
Its like riding a bike, you never forget that, right? We can all ride a bike, but not everyone should ride in a pace line inches from each other. This is a skill that is learned, like bunny hopping or a track stand. The group Brian and I are riding in is clipping right along. Suddenly, a chain reaction breaking maneuver makes its way through the pack. Each time someone over reacts and over brakes, the affect is amplified. Soon riders are skidding to avoid crashing. It clears up for a minute or two, and then it happens again. Riders scatter and panic to avoid hitting the rider in front of them. I’ve had enough. I motion to Brian to follow and I drop the hammer. I pull to the left and pass the double pace line. Off we go fighting wind on our own at 24 mph. We have to be careful not to spend too much energy too early.
The miles slip by rather quickly. The excitement and adrenalin are keeping us going. We have jumped on with some groups and been dropped by others, but none like the group that nearly killed us all. The groups have thinned out a little and I quickly realized we are almost to stop #1 at the 40 mile mark. Shortly we pulled into the first organized sag stop. Volunteers man the stops and provide free food and drinks for the riders. Tables are set up with all the goodies laid out on them. Volunteers scurry around trying to keep things full and available. Brian and I skipped on the food and drinks. Brian needed to tighten some stem bolts and I needed to lose some fluids. About 15 porta-potties are all lined up in a row, and a line 3 riders deep has formed in front of each of them. I waited my turn, Brian went, and we were off again.
The next 26 miles were filled with rollers (small hills of 50 to 200 of elevation change). This caused pace lines to explode. Out on the flats, the riders all kept the same pace, but on the hills everyone climbed at a different pace. The lines would reform at the top and break apart on the descents and climbs. This pattern repeated on every little roller. Soon it flattened out and became a steadier tempo. Brian and I are maintaining about a 21 mph average so far. We both felt pretty fresh and the ride has been semi-effortless so far. 
The weather up to this point has been perfect. Sunny, wind from the southwest at 5 and 70 degrees. Sunscreen is very important, as the sun will take its toll on you after 8 to 10 hours, regardless of the temperature. The winds are now starting to pick up and become more westerly. BONUS!
We hit the 60 mile mark and I stop at a stoplight to call for my wife to meet us at stop #2. It is at a high school close to my home. The parking lot is nearly full at the stop. Riders, bikes, cars, spectators, and volunteers fill every grassy and paved area. We take a quick loop around the parking lot looking for the van. She has not arrived yet. We eat our remaining food and hang out till she arrives. When she parks we get right to the business of refilling everything we ran out of. She has stopped and bought Brian more sports drink and she retrieved the forgotten supplies from the house, mainly the tubes. And we are off again.
 
Next stop the lunch stop. The route becomes weird here because we are on the outskirts of Indianapolis. The route takes us over township roads, highways, and through neighborhoods to keep us out of heavy traffic. It is difficult to get in packs due to the stop signs and lights. The pace lines accordion at every intersection. Brian and I stick together and find some groups to ride with. 
Here is my confession about group riding. I am not good at pacing. We were in a group being led by a young lady, and we were HAMMERING. 20 to 25 mph, often I was struggling to keep from being dropped off the back. We were stopped at a light when I decided it was not proper to make her do all the work, so I took the lead and she followed. I looked back a few times and she was with me. It was too hard to turn and see who was behind her so we traveled on. After about 5 minutes and a few hills, I pulled out and looked around. No one was with us anymore. I had dropped the whole group, except her. She sees the blank look on my face and asked if I was missing someone. I explained I had dropped my friend. I slowed up and waited for Brian to catch up. I’m really bad at pacing.
We snaked our way through the south portion of Indianapolis to the lunch stop. I had instructed my wife to meet us at another stop so she will not meet us here. We parked the bikes and found our way to the food line. The volunteers had laid out quite a spread of food and drinks. We made our sandwiches and sat down. Lunch went by quickly and soon we needed to get rolling again. Stops are nice, but the longer you are off the bike, the harder it is to get going again later.  We checked the bikes over, and started pedaling toward the next stop.
The next stretch of RAIN is my least favorite. The route continues through the remaining southern part of Indianapolis and utilizes some rural township roads to get back to US 40. The riders are very spread out now and it is hard to find groups to ride with. The road is not very straight and the frequent intersections make it difficult to maintain any speed or momentum. And the worst part is “no mans land”. This is the part of the ride where you cannot see very many riders in front or behind you. You feel like you are alone. Brian and I hang in there and trudge through the route. It is also about this point that you will know if your food has agreed with you or not too. The temps are rising and the tailwind is of little value, since we rarely get a chance to open up on the roads. Minutes tick away very slowly during this part of the ride.
I am feeling the miles but am surprisingly strong. Brian and I make some small talk as the miles pass. I begin to notice Brian is not talking as much. Not a minute too soon, a landmark is approaching, the 100 mile mark. We talk about it for a little while but it is a small victory, since we still have 60 more miles to go. It’s not long and we pull into the area were the van should be. My wife calls me and tells me her location, and Brian and I pull in for a much needed rest.
We began filling water bottles and consuming calories. We were parked in the shade at a park. Just being off the bike felt refreshing but unusual. We had been on the bikes so long, that any other position felt strange. We stayed at the park for little longer than the other stops. The ride was catching up to us. Our shorts and jerseys are sporting a white crusty film of salt from the perspiration that has evaporated. We gathered our stuff and set out again.
Getting back on US 40 is refreshing. Long stretches of uninterrupted pavement awaits us. I am now beginning to feel the hint of cramps coming on. I drink a little extra water and sports drink, hoping I can hold them off a while. Brian is not well. I can tell by his posture on the bike, he is not enjoying the ride. We talk about it a little and he tells me his stomach is bothering him and he feels a little crampy too. The pace lines are gone. Only a few single or pairs of riders can be seen now. The road is very flat and you can see for miles. There will be no help from pace lines now, it’s just us. Brian limps along and his condition worsens. The pace has slowed to about 15 mph.
When riding for 160 miles, you DO NOT drop your buddy like you do on the trails. It’s an unwritten rule, or code of conduct, that you care for your group. Last year I suffered from serious cramps and caused the whole group to slow up because of my condition. But not one of them left me. And I am not going to leave him this year. Brain apologizes for his condition, but none is needed. On any given day it could be anyone for any reason. I could have a flat or mechanical, or my food not agree with me, or any number of things could go wrong. I hang with him because we came here together and we will finish together.
We roll into the final organized sag stop, and it is a welcomed site.
It is a little demoralizing to know that while I was eating lunch there were riders finishing up in Richmond. This sign is at the 130 mile mark.
This is the finest rest stop in RAIN. These volunteers go all out for the riders. They have popsicles and tons of snacks and drinks. The fire house is open to the riders and set up with chairs, tables and fans. There is a shower for cooling down; it will take your breath away if you step into it too fast.
Brian tries to rest and recover for the remaining 30 miles.
 
The sun is still out and the temps are up around 85 by now. But the wind is PERFECT. There is nothing I like more than when the flag points to the finish line. It was blowing from the west at a steady 10 mph.
 
Brian recovers some and we are filled up, cooled off, and on our way.  30 miles to go. A walk in the park, right? The terrain turns back to the rollers and Brian is struggling with the hills. He asks me if I want to go on without him to get a better time. I refuse to leave him till I know we will both finish. We continue on making a little small talk along the way. Other riders are more talkative now, with everyone’s spirits lifted a little knowing that it is almost over. The rollers are taking their toll though.
We begin to see more homes and development, marking the beginning of Richmond. We are about the 152 mile mark and Brian has been talking about me going on to the finish line without him. It is clear now, Brian is going to make it, and I know I can turn around and get him if he does not cross the line shortly after I do. So I turn it up, and hammer. I am still feeling relatively fresh for riding 155 miles and the marking on the road shows 5 miles to go. I turn it up a little more. I’m now up to 21 mph. The riders I’m passing give me strange looks as I pass by. I think they were wondering how I was behind them if I could ride at 20 mph. I can really feel the fatigue now. The stop lights all work in my favor allowing me to continue my pace. Soon I see the finish line. Its was as if I could no longer feel my legs, the pain was gone, the bike glided into the drive and I wanted to hug the score keeper as I rolled to a stop. My wife and daughter greeted me as I left the finish area. I doubled back and waited for Brian to finish. I kept inching out towards the road so I could see well. Shortly Brian appeared. It was a great relief, since I had parted from him. We gathered at the van, showered, loaded and went to dinner. I drank the best tasting beer of the year there!

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