Some months I told my brother John that he should come over and we could do the Midnight Century together. (Foolishly) accepting the invitation, he drove over from Tacoma yesterday. We bought the necessary energy bars, energy blocks, energy packs, and fluids and loaded our bikes. I went with a trunk bag and John had a CamelBak backpack. I chose not to go with a backpack because my back gets too sweaty and I like to hang my camera on my back.
For dinner I grilled a pork loin and made mashed Yukon Gold potatoes. The pork loin was succulent and the potatoes were creamy and tasted like they had a whole stick of real butter in them because they had a whole stick of real butter in them. We ate our calorie-laden dinner a little after 5:00 pm and then it was nap time. I managed to get in a three hour snooze. John didn't sleep as much but it didn't seem to matter later on.Team Double Check, John and I wait outside the Elk. John Speare was kind enough to take the "before" photo for me. We look eager, energized, and positively motivated. And we match!
Glen showed up. We rolled with him for a while. The climb up Idaho Road foreshadowed the rest of the ascents for me. I thought I had shifted to the small chain ring and scampered up the hill.
John and Glen arrived and we took off again. Our differences in stopping and eating patterns broke us up after several miles. Then a group you could refer to as the Brew Crew--taking the name from the jersey worn by the guy who loaded beer in his bottle racks--caught up with us. We alternated passing each other and riding together for about 20 miles.
After our descent we missed the turn onto the gated section of Dunn and ended up taking the long way to get back on course on Elder. Going through a set of rollers I didn't notice John passing me. After a bit I thought he had fallen back so I slowed down. After the rest of the Brew Crew passed by I only saw a couple of headlights behind me so I stopped to wait.
For the climb up Spangle Creek Road I manually put the chain on the smaller chain ring. It was much more manageable that way. The last 25 miles were pretty much a blur. I was ready to finish up. John was pretty tired but he gamely hung on as I pulled for much of the Fish Lake Trail.
John Speare recorded our finish time at 8:24 am and kindly took the "after" photo for us. We look tired, dirty, and ready to crash. We topped off our accomplishment with a deservedly huge breakfast at Dolly's Cafe. This was John's longest ride ever. Between the missed turn and the backtracking I figure we made the ride a true century. He admits he didn't train for it but he did great. We already have it on the calendar for next year.