Double Century Day

No pics to post, but here's the quick storyline. MarkL and I left his house at 6am, after me leaving my bike shoes home and having to drive all the way back to get them. We started eastbound, into a solid wind (10-15mph) heading out towards sodus on old ridge rd. Lovely ride, except for the fact that (a) we were riding into a hurricane, and (b) I had to spend half of it looking at mark's butt, as we spent the first 2-3 hours rotating every 5 minutes.
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We did our first of, oh, 30 pitstops outside sodus, wolfing down a quick coffee and a plate of McD's world class pancakes. OK, maybe 2 plates. And a McMuffin. Oh, and an apple pie. And a milkshake...gotta keep the carbs high!
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We broke SouthEast down SR370 to baldwinsville, a lovely little road that we did earlier this year on the erie canal bike ride. About 4 hours in, mark was starving, and I told him we'd stop for bfast #2 at the next town. When I got to the town the business district was about 1/4 off the main road, and so I just biked on through. Hey, why add distance when you're doing 200 miles! A few miles later mark caught up and went insane..."you've got a power bar...you've got a bagel...you've got a BBQ grill and a steak in your jersey...". You get the drift. Like it's my fault that he didn't bring a fridge full of food on a big ride. So, we agreed to stop at the next town, under penalty of death. Unfortunately, both for mark's stomach and my eardrums, the next town had no diner or gas mart. Nor did the next. Or the next. At this point, he was stopping to eat possum roadkill. Maybe a small red fox also. Finally we got to a town with a diner (hereafter our definition of "town") and buried another full bfast.
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When we got to Baldwinsville, we finally made the turn back west; just in time for the wind to swivel from NE to N, so we had a crossing wind which beat us up pretty good. Good, that is, until SR 31 turned north for about 10-15 miles, right into the heart of the huricane. At one point we were down to 12mph, and praying to Krisna for forgiveness. We at again in Lyons, at the fabulous, no, wait retract that, at the "at least they've got a damn diner, so they're formally a town" diner on the right side of the road. There we were fortunate enough to meet a local luminary who told us all about those "bikes that you can't ride in the field", plowing snow at 65, and the non-danger of smoking, as he light up his 3rd smoke in 10 minutes.
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Shortly after Palmyra, we met up with riding partner Therese, who was able to crank off almost 90 miles with us, as the alternative was having her students actually pass a regents exam. We got to see the lovely sights of "the north side of the erie canal", the "back way into Therese's neighborhood", and at least a new butt to look at for 50 miles.
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We cut down the canal path, after yet another meal in Pittsford, and were treated to incredible sights, such as the 90 year old albino shirtless man on his bike, the 150 year old lady on her walker taking up the whole path at -5 miles per hour, and a certain ponytailed blonde runner, who for some reason it took us an extraordinarily long time to pass.
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We busted off the canal path in Greece, to the tune of a 22mph pull from Therese, singing "I am woman" the whole way. A quick refuel in Brockport, and we were off to somewhere just short of buffalo. We made 200.1 miles, and stopped dead at that point, even though we were in a car dealership parking lot. Kathy found us there, salt encrusted (gary), hungry (mark), and well coiffered (Therese).
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Oh, and Mark whined about Therese "racing" the last 10 miles. I guess the "big boy" just couldn't keep up with the "endurance athlete little girl" :-)
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"Slept well that night" Lumpy out