In the morning I noticed that the back brake was rubbing the rim, and the front wheel was a bit off, causing the tire to rub against one brake pad on each revolution.
And of course being a complete noob I didn’t know how to fix these things. Asked around at the starting area but the repair truck was not there and no one knew where it was. So I got into the queue for the start of the race with my brother and his friend. There were all these people with some really nice bikes, and jerseys and some with full team kits on. My brother and his friend were in t-shirts; I had on my standard wicking microfiber t-shirt under the MEC button-up kayaking shirt with the sleeves rolled up. This combo has served me well on many kayak trips so I see no need to replace them with a $60 single-use biking jersey.
We start off in good spirits and the ‘rolling start’ went on for longer than I had expected but eventually everyone was going along and the 300 or so riders started to spread out along the road.
I had borrowed a pannier from my brother but at the last second decided to go without it. Stuck a bag of trail mix in pocket of shorts, a couple of cliff bars and two small clementines in shirt pocket, and ditched the pannier. They told us there would be rest stations with water, oranges and bananas along the route so I figured I’d be okay. Having been warned about bonking, and having done some 40+ km rides, I had a pretty good idea of how to maintain energy. I find it best to take lots of little sips of water, and small handfuls of trail mix, starting very early in the ride, eg about 20 minutes in. And after about ½ hour the clementines in the shirt pocket were annoyingly banging against my leg, so I ate them while riding no-handed along a level stretch of road.
About an hour and a half in, I saw the repair truck and pulled over. The guy there fixed up my brake problem and wheel alighment really quickly and I was back pedaling within minutes.
At one pont in the ride there was a surreal moment when I rode past a sign in front of a house that read "GO MATT GO". Then another. Then I noticed some smaller words about going for medals. Must have been for Olympic snowboarder Matthew Morison.
A rookie mistake I made was underestimating the difficulty of riding hills over such a long distance. Toronto is pretty much Flatland so the few little hills I’d ridden in town had not given me any problems.
But I was probably too aggressive on the hills in the early part of the ride, because around 60 km my left knee became really painful. I had no Advil, and because I’d blown off the pannier I had no tools. Possibly a hex key to raise the seat a little bit might have eased the pressure and made the knee feel less like there was a hot poker being jabbed into on every push down. I had to take a few breaks and walk up a few of the steeper hills, and did most of the last 20 km peddling with one leg. But there was no way I was not going to finish. Really thought my brother would past me near the end because I was going so slow, but his 15-year old bike held him back and he came in a little after I’d finished.
At the end of the ride, the registration tent had been changed into a massage tent. Free massage after 4 hours on a bike? I’m not one to turn down that offer.