A while back, Adam and I decided we were man enough to ride the Katy to Augusta. Mother Nature thwarted our plans with lightning and hail, forcing us to cut the ride 20 miles short, ending at Treloar. It was a hard-fought 60 miles of soggy trail to that promise-land of cheeseburgers and beer, but definitely worth the effort. Upon our return to the capital city, plans were immediately set into motion for a repeat performance on May 21st… Yes, on the day of the Rapture.
The weather forecast for “Augusta, v2.0” was pretty grim. Rain was predicted for the entirety of the day, growing into severe thunderstorms as evening came. When we met at the commuter lot, I think we were all a bit surprised to see partly cloudy skies and a dry Katy Trail.
Excitement was in the air. Luke and I got our bikes and gear ready while Adam took the opportunity to apply some anti-chafing creme. I don’t know why he puts it on while running, but I still managed to get a photo:
Everyone had installed fenders for this ride since the trail was supposed to be wet. Adam and I both had these on the back, while Luke had bought this kit. Luke was pretty proud of his fancy fenders, but never got to see how well the rear one worked. Apparently it blew off the bike going down the highway. I guess we can mark that one off the next list of “Gear We Reccomend“. At least he had a front fender…for now.
Now that everyone was ready to go, we pointed our steeds Eastward and started groovin’.
This was Luke’s first time heading East on the MKT, so we stopped for a minute in Tebbetts to give him a grand tour of the $5 per night shelter. When you walk inside you’ll see this:
Plenty of room to sleep in here, too.
Need to work on your bike? No problem.
And perhaps the most smile-inducing part of this whole building…A clean bathroom complete with toilet, shower, soap and paper towels.
After the tour, there was no time to dally. There were roast beef sandwiches waiting in Mokane, and we needed to get there as soon as possible.
The Katy Trail was really dry, so we were holding a much quicker pace than last time. In fact, we were going so much faster that Luke and Adam weren’t even hungry when we got to Mokane. I guess it was because they had gone to McDonald’s that morning without me, but I’m not bitter. Fuckers.
There’s just something about these sandwiches that makes me all warm and tingly inside. There isn’t anything fancy about them, but DAMN are they good. Pair ’em up with a bag of Sun-chips and a Black Cherry soda and you’ve got yourself a little thing I like to call the American dream. I mean… my American dream, anyway.
The sound of a bike chain snapping and the resulting loss of control is unnerving. Losing a sprint kinda sucks too, but I knew fixing the chain was going to be a problem. Lucky for me, I had a pair of supportive team-mates there to take photos of me pissing into the wind.
I finally admitted defeat and let Luke fix my damn chain. After leaving Hermann, there was only one thing on our minds… Treloar cheeseburgers. We’d lost a significant amount of time fixing the chain, so we we needed to push the pace a bit. Everything was going fine until Adam ruined everything by getting a flat tire. Dick move, Adam… dick move.
At long last, we arrived in the town of Treloar. Cheeseburgers and fried mushrooms were CRUSHED and the world was right. No beer was consumed…this ride was serious business. I don’t have a clue why no pictures were taken inside the bar, but we did manage to get a shot of this building…which serves as an architectural representation of Dawn Daly’s penis.
Our final destination, (The Augusta Brewery), was only open until 9 o’clock. If you’re not there by 9, you don’t get any beer. With that in mind, we got our shit together and hit the trail. Now that we had passed Treloar, it was officially the furthest East any of us had been on the Katy. We couldn’t help but wonder how long this perfect weather would last. The predicted thunderstorms and 6pm Rapture had clearly not happened, so for now it looked like things were destined to go our way.
Marthasville was the next dot on our map, and that town was BUSY. Mud pits, monster trucks and corndog vendors… this was a redneck y’allapallooza. We watched from a safe distance… don’t wanna get too close to a crowd like that whilst wearing spandex.
Speaking of spandex, we made a startling observation on this ride. It seems that my most beloved pair of bike shorts is a bit… worn out. They say the eyes are the window to the soul. Well, apparently bike-shorts can be a window to your ass.
After Marthasville, the only town left to roll through before Augusta was Dutzow. I’m sure there are lots of nice things to see and do in Dutzow, but by now we really didn’t care. There was cold beer in Augusta and none of us felt like stopping here to mess around.
The man-train was gaining speed as we grew closer to our final destination. Conversation ceased as our tempo increased , and it wasn’t long before Team Virtus, “Rapture Division,” was in a full-on sprint to the finish. All energy had to be burned before we could call this ride a success. Luke and I traded places at the front all the way into town. To be honest, I don’t remember who won. Editors Note: Bob prevailed, thus redeeming his earlier chain-snapping loss. It was exhausting, but the payoff was well worth the effort. Behold!!
The Augusta Brewery was everything we had hoped for and so much more. The place was much classier than we expected, so we were a bit under-dressed. Oh well, it wasn’t the first time. We found a place to sit and wasted no time ordering our souvenirs….
Food was ordered, conversation was started and much wind was broken. We couldn’t help but lament the absence of ALL OF THE REST OF YOU JERKS, but we know you’ll come next time. There’s just something about these overnight trips that takes all of your cares away. We may have actually been a little bit too happy. Just look at how “comfortable” Adam and I look together…
As you can clearly tell, we arrived at the brewery with plenty of time to spare. Now that the beer situation had been handled, there was an even more important decision to be made:
Or something a little further off the Virtus grid:
It wasn’t an easy decision, but I think we all did ok. Tonight was more about drinking beer anyway, and we did just that. 9pm was upon us in a flash, and we were getting ready to leave when a waitress informed us we could stay as long as we wanted. we’d just have to sit in the dark. So….we each ordered another growler.
It wasn’t long before we found a fire-pit and a few pieces of wood. Next thing you know we’ve got a fire going and there are 3 drunk Virtusans stumbling around an otherwise empty brewery. It’s amazing noone was killed.
In the interest of brevity and our public image, I’ll leave the rest of the evening out of the report. I will, however, reveal the location of our sleeping quarters for the evening:
For reasons still unknown, we were all awake very early. So early, in fact, that we had all of our gear loaded in the van and ready to go by 7 am.
Next stop: Lindy’s restaurant in Hermann for breakfast . I don’t do well with winding hilly roads, so when we finally got to the restaurant I did quite a bit of dry-heaving before the motion-sickness wore off. Lucky for me, I had 2 team-mates there for support. And by support, I mean they took photos and laughed.
Of course, this isn’t the kind of team that lets a little bit of vomiting get in the way of gravy consumption. We went inside and got down to business.
And just when I thought that maybe Adam was coming around…he went and ordered something like this:
This wasn’t exactly a training ride, but I think we all benefited from it. Once again, the weather man was wrong and we had a great day. We’ll be doing more of these rides all summer, and I predict they’ll get longer and longer as we get closer to the 24 and 36 hour adventure races scheduled later in the year. Be there next time, you won’t regret it.
Okay, so you may have heard that we (Bob, Robby, and I) are heading out to Kansas in a couple of weeks for the infamous Dirty Kanza 200 mile gravel road race. Bob is riding it solo, and Robby and I are forming a dynamic duo the likes of which has never been seen!
I’ve been told that the only way to get ready for this race is to get LOTS of time on the saddle… ideally in a sauna, but that’s a little unrealistic (although I used to take the stationary bike into the sauna while wearing a plastic suit and winter clothes to make weight, but that’s neither here nor there). So last week, we planned a long night ride on the Katy Trail from Jefferson City to McBaine and back.
We met around 8:30 or so at the paved pavilion, and Adam couldn’t make it. Therefore, he was once again fired from the team. Robby showed up in a jersey that pre-dated Red Wheel Bike Shop:
We headed out around 9:00 PM with our sites set on McBaine. To be honest, if we made it that far and back then it would be my second longest ride ever. Seriously. That’s probably not good since I’m signed up to ride half of the DK200 in a couple of weeks.
The evening was beautiful even though rain was in the forecast. We had a decent headwind, but it was no match for Team Virtus. We arrived in Hartsburg in what seemed like no time at all.
It was there in Hartsburg that we discovered something that all Missourians should be proud of. Our modest little Katy Trail is a Rails to Trails Hall of Famer! And I wanted to get photographic evidence of this fine accomplishment, but Bob had to go and ruin the moment…
Lately, I’ve been getting a lot of flats (I think I need new tires), and as we rolled into Cooper’s Landing, I got yet another one. How many Virtusans does it take to change a flat? Two apparently:
After fixing my flat, we rolled on out, headed for McBaine. There was lightning in the distance, but so far Mother Nature was cooperating with us. We made it to McBaine with no more problems. We stopped for some photos to prove that we did, in fact, make it to our destination.
After a little break and a snack, we headed back toward Jefferson City. If you’ve ridden the Katy Trail much, then you are aware that it is somewhat of an anomaly. No matter what you do, you always ride into a headwind. Seriously. The wind was in our faces on the way to McBaine, and now that we had turned around to ride back home, the wind had shifted. We were once again riding into a decent headwind. It never fails.
The ride back to Jefferson City was uneventful, but it was a great time. I was definitely ready to be off my bike, though. My ass was done! The Katy Trail is a different kind of difficult for long rides. Many people assume the Katy is too easy since it’s so flat. I beg to differ. Yes, it’s flat. But that is part of what makes it difficult. There are no breaks. You don’t get any downhills to rest your legs. You don’t get any turns to break up the monotony. You just have to keep pedaling… and pedaling… and pedaling… I think it’s great training for the Dirty Kanza, but I may be delusional.
We made it back to the paved pavilion in Jeff City at around 2:00 AM. Our actual riding time was around 4 hours. Not great, but not bad. It was a great ride, but I was ready to be done. I felt pretty good during the ride, but it definitely didn’t give me a ton of hope for success at DK200. We’ll see.
So there you have it. Just another training ride for Team Virtus. We’re doing another long Katy Trail ride tomorrow, so let us know if you wanna join us. We’re trying to re-create the magic from Bob and Adam’s last Katy Trail ride, although that might be impossible. We shall see.
Maybe you should ride to Hermann. I did and it was great. I even made a few friends. This guy right here really likes cheddar/pretzel combo snacks but he doesn’t talk much.
Then it was back onto the trail to see some more badass scenery:
I don’t know what the proper name was for this thing, so I decided to call it The “Really Big Rock” :
Click on the image to enlarge it, and look how small my bike is when compared to that rock.
Then I shocked the Biology community with my discovery and subsequent naming of the “Ninja Lizard”. These little critters are fast, but they’re really delicious with asparagus spears and a nice glass of Shiraz.
Pictures really don’t do this ride justice, but you get the point.
When I got to Hermann I had to refuel, so I stopped here:
and got this:
What’s the point of ordering 1 when you know you’re gonna drink 3 in 5 minutes?