With farms of all sorts, forkfuls of food both during and after the ride and three lengths of fondo it is difficult to argue that the Farm to Fork Fondo series does not live up to its name.
With its whimsical logo of chickens on a distinctly un-aero bike, focus on food and farmers (an emphasis that I'd heard mocked in the past: "whatever next") and no timing, Wrenegade Sports is clearly not aiming for the hard-core racer wannabe trying to "be a pro" as so many events promote.
Overall, while there were plenty of serious amateur riders on the start line— both men and women, more women than usual I would guess — the sold-out field of 500 was diverse in cycling terms reflecting the route options on offer. The Gran Fondo route was 87 miles and 6,000 feet, the Medio Fondo 54 miles and 3,000 feet, the Piccolo Fondo 36 miles and 1,700 feet and rounding things out was a 12 mile Ramble Ride.
The Farm to Fork formula certainly appears to be working.
The Hudson Valley ride, around 50 miles northwest of Manhattan and just north of the New Jersey border, sold out in early June up from 462 riders at the inaugural event in 2015. The second running of the Vermont edition is on July 17 and the series has expanded to four stops in 2016 with PA Dutch and Maine rides on August 6 and August 28 respectively. On social media, Tyler has hinted at further expansion in 2017.
Sadly, after a glorious start it turned out to be a wretched day on the bike for me.
It was my first ride in 10 days due to illness and for the first few miles I was almost euphoric to be back on the bike in the middle of the pack bunched behind the Colavita Bianchi pros.
As opposed to the usual cavalry charge, the start was pretty restrained. The pros at the front controlled the pace and for the first 20 minutes or so everyone sat behind them as we rolled along. Two guys went off the front on their own (including the guy who at the start had been anxiously asking everyone how fast it would be ...), but it was not until three riders in blue Fintek kit moved up and chased down the original two that the floodgates opened and the pace picked up substantially.
The country along the route is gorgeous and the black soil in the valley bottoms is exotic in its appearance.
Rune, my riding buddy, and I hung in pretty well and were in the second group when, to my surprise, we all pulled in to the first food stop at Kezialain Farm after just 15 miles. The leading few had also stopped and were pulling out.
I could have dealt with one of those, probably, but the combination put me in a very bad spot towards the end. Many thanks to Rune for riding at my pace and the continuous encouragement.
He took it on himself to organize pacelines when we could and we teamed up with Brooklyn restaurateurs Phil and Jared for a good stretch. We covered the mid-section of the course at a decent clip with between three and seven of us taking minute-long pulls before rotating to the back of the line before I started to fall apart.
By the time I reached the vicious climb of Kain Road at mile 77 of 86 I had already stopped once for cramp and once to retch. After 200 yards of the climb the cramp started to return and I called it quits. Admitting I was not going to make it around, I pointed my front wheel downhill and took a straight line back to the finish line at Pennings Farm.
It was the first time I had failed to complete a course.
Through the shame and remorse as I headed back to the finish, I realized that I had made the right decision when the next slight incline reduced me to close to walking pace. Rune, who is 40lbs lighter than me and built for climbing, admitted it was the hardest slope he'd ever done and that he'd needed two stops, including a lie down, to make it to the top.
The ice cold towels being handed out at the finish were most welcome and a reflection of the many great details and features of the event - before, during and after.
The biggest one was signage on the route. It was okay at best and I heard numerous comments from people who had strayed off course. It happened to us when we -- as we worked out in hindsight -- followed twin white arrows from a previous event and Rune, Jerry, Phil and I did an extra five miles as a result. There were markings on the roads from at least three other rides or runs which was enough to create doubt given the quality of the Farm to Fork signage. Confirmation arrows after the turn would have helped as well.
The other related problem was late notice -- the signs and arrows were often too close to the turn. The worst example of this may have been the turn off Route 17 onto Cascade Road at the base of the last climb. Riders bombing downhill were given virtually no warning of the left turn across traffic and most of the group Rune was with missed it and had to double back.
Marshaling and the newly laid road at the start/finish line also need work.
The volunteer marshals leapfrogging the ride on motorbikes were great as were a good number of the cops, but there were certainly some intersections towards the end that could have done with control and there were some police officers or deputies just sitting in their cruisers letting riders get on with it.
I am sure it is not news to anyone involved that the specially laid road at Pennings Farm was not a great surface. Despite additional work on it in the minutes before the start and it was a nervous roll out down the slope until we hit proper tarmac.
I am sure all three will be resolved for 2017.
He has done that and then some and it looks like Farm to Fork Fondos will be providing great biking experiences and donations to local causes for many years to come.
And if climbing the wall of Kain Road is an achievable challenge for you — Chapeau!
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