Rugged randonneurs ride to the rides.
Rando bikes come in all shapes and sizes.
Mark Vande Kamp didn't get the "brevets are not races" memo and wanted
to make sure he got a trophy. He's shown here with his trophy and the
money he's using to bribe the judges.
Ted Vedera was milling around the starting area with a camera that I
suspect cost more than nine dollars.
Covered ears? Check! Warm Gloves? Check!
Waiting to fill out the ride release forms. Pete's bike combines the
latest in titanium and coroplast technologies.
Mitchell is happy and ready to go.
The gang rolls out at 7:00 AM.
The 2006 200K featured a terrific
new route. We rolled west from Kent and out to the Puget Sound at Dash
Point and Browns Point. Of course I was too busy looking at my cue
sheet and the great views to actually bother taking any pictures, but
trust me, it's a beautiful ride. At the control at Browns Point, I did
remember that I had the camera and I took a few more shots.
The bikes rest while the riders fuel up and get their control cards
signed.
You can recognize a rando bike by all the lights and the integrated
banana holder on the handlebars.
Things were starting to warm up. Almost everyone adjusted their
clothing here.
A fellow with great taste in bikes. A Kogswell Model G.
Wayne rolls along the Green Valley Road. Note the stylish Orca wind
vest.
A closer view of Wayne's vest.
The Black Diamond Bakery. Two donuts and a big glass of milk fueled me
from here to Greenwater.
The SIR biker gang at Black Diamond.
The Black Diamond Bakery is a popular destination for cyclists.
The road to Greenwater.
Yes, that's snow on the roadside. We all figured we'd stay warm on the
climb up to Greenwater but things just got colder as we climbed. We did
encounter a light snow flurry but nothing to make the roads really
treacherous.
Tom refuels in Greenwater.
The Greenwater General Store. The trunk on my Kogswell is a Rubbermaid
Roughneck Tote.
At Greenwater I realized that I'd filled up my little camera, so I
don't have any pictures from the end of the ride. We all piled on
clothes for the cold trip from Greenwater back to Kent. One thing that
is nice when you have an out-and-back spur on a ride is that you get to
at least catch a glimpse of your fellow riders. I was somewhere in the
middle so I got to see folks going both ways on Hwy 410 between
Enumclaw and Greenwater.
The chili feed at Greg's place was great as always and I had a nice,
raccoon-free ride back to Issaquah.