My MD2020 Ride Report

This memorial day weekend Kyle, my dad, and I all rode in the Mason Dixon 20-20 Motorcycle Endurance Rally.   Kyle and I rode in this in 2007 and had a blast.

We got Boondoggled in the rally last time, got led a-stray by Janice, the Garmin Voice.  She took us down what turned out to be a private drive and we got locked in, which totally screwed us in the end.

If you’re not familiar with these types of things.  It’s like a mini cannon ball run, or a big motorcycle scavenger hunt.

For the 2009 MD 2020, there were a few things that were different.

We were given the 80 bonus locations and point values about 3 weeks prior.   This year there would be (4) Mandatory locations.  Those locations I hit during my BBG run two weeks ago to scope them out.   But I didn’t really know what I was looking for. 

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The rules this year were pretty simple.

  • The Rally time was approx 5:30am until 2pm on Sunday.  Or Roughly 31 hours to complete your ride and collect as many bonus points as you can.
  • To be considered a finisher you had to visit the 4 mandatory locations.  The little Smiley faces, one in Winchester-MD, Saint Mary’s-WV, Erie-PA, and Binghamton-NY.
  • The locations are color coded by point values.  There’s no need to explain those now.
  • The big bonuses were ‘Close the loop’ visit all (4) mandatory’s and get back to the one you started at in “24” hours.
  • The ‘X’  Visit the mandatory’s in an X patter, but you had to visit them in this order:  Erie->Winchester->St. Mary’s->Binghamton.
  • Another bonus that was pretty big was get all of the 20 point bonuses, (19 of them) the little blue triangles.   You’d get 19×20 (380) plus 333) so that was a lot of points.  But a number of those contained significant gravel roads to get so we passed on that.
  • Some boni had other restrictions like daylight hours only, etc.
  • The final caveat was that you must take a rest bonus of 3 hours in length (3 contiguous hours) spent in the same location, and this bonus must be started between the hours of 6pm Saturday and 6am Sunday.   If you didn’t rest you’d be DNF, no matter how many points you had. (more on this later)
  • For the most part this was a ‘photo’ rally, which meant you’d be given instructions to take a photo of something.  To get the points you had to have your rally flag in the photo.  You also had to log the time and your odometer reading. 
    • Some were question answer bonuses too but the majority were photo bonuses.

After much planning the route Kyle and I and dad chose was basically this:

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It wasn’t a winning route but if ridden properly would have scored almost 3000 points.

I figured it would take 3400-3500 to win and I wasn’t far off.   But we’re just not that hard-core. 

This year about 63 riders took off at 5:40 am from the Rally HQ.

Now having recently visited these four mandatory cities, and ridden around them, the biggest thing to influence my route was that Route 50 through West Virginia at night in the rain was not any fun.  In a rally you need to make time, that means riding the speed limit regardless of conditions.  You cannot ride route 50 in the dark, in the rain at the speed limit,  not easily and especially not if you’re fatigued.

So that being the case, we wanted to hit that stretch early if it wasn’t raining and in daylight.   We were off shortly after the start.   Kyle and I rode together.  Dad rode alone.   Two riders slows you down some, three riding together only compounds the things that slow you down.  Dad was running the same basic route.  We rolled out of the parking lot what we thought was probably a good 10-15 minutes before dad would leave.

We hit our first mandatory at Winchester at 6:12 am.    This meant we had 24 hours to get back here after visiting the other 3.   It also meant that if we were to spend our rest bonus in Winchester, we just shorted our 24 hour time period by 12 minutes because the rest bonus had to be started by 6am.  So we had to be back there by 6am.    (Of course we could have rested in side the 24 hours if we felt we could make that).

Off to our first bonus location on Route 50, a historic marker:

As we pulled up to this location.  Dad was already there.  We were somewhat shocked.   But it was ‘game-on’…

We were riding behind a couple from Canada, prepping for the big Iron Butt rally and figured if we can hang with them we might learn something.

We snapped our photo and took off.  We caught up to the Canadians and followed them at warp speed across Route 50 and the mountain(s). Great riding.  Dad was with us/behind us and I wondered how long that would last.

There was a 20 point bonus on route 50 that we dropped from our route because it was 10 miles off of Route 50 on a goat trail of a road.  That’s at least a 25 minute delay to go get that.   What we didn’t know at the time was that dad’s GPS had rebooted and he had lost a bunch of the bonus locations.  He knew where that one was and peeled off to go get it.  When Kyle and I stopped at the next location we discussed the fact that he went and got an ‘extra’.  Which meant, he would either (a) blow the 24 hour bonus, or (b) beat us…

The next stop was a marker that marked the highest point on the Maryland road system:

We pushed on across RT 50 to the Taylor county War memorial:

Then to a couple question/answer bonus locations, and finally into Saint Mary’s WV to get our fuel receipt.

Things were clicking right along.  We were spot on our times for each location.

We continued on up through PA on our way to Erie.  Along the way we stopped at the National Cemetery of the Alleghenies. (Most of the boni were war memorial related, this being on Memorial day weekend and all…

We also hit this historic marker, marking the birthplace of the ‘Jeep’

Just prior to getting the Erie bonus we hit up the bonus at the Erie international airport.  This flying Walleye.

We were still on time.  One of the wild card bonuses was a receipt for a ‘Tasty Burrito’.   Chipotle came to mind but we didn’t have time to fine one much less eat one.   The caveat was a receipt that said ‘burrito’.  Our first attempt was at a gas station, one of those frozen heat and eat burrito, but the receipt didn’t say ‘burrito’ it said something like ‘food-item’.  We kept the wrapper and would plead our case at scoring if we didn’t find a better receipt.

In Erie we ran into a Taco Bell, and asked for one Bean Burrito.  I thought they were $.69, but no more.  That receipt also didn’t say Burrito, it said ‘B-Bean’.  We had the teller write burrito on the receipt, sign it, and put a phone number for verification.

We then hit the gas pump and headed north to NY, and one bonus stop off of I-90, this light house:

Back on the turnpike and making good time.  At this stage we’re cutting it a little closer but still  had a 2 hour buffer.

Then…

As I’m changing lanes I cross over a rather large tar snake and my bike now feels funny.   Kyle rolled up to me and pointed to the side of the road.  My rear tire was going flat and fast.

No worries, we plugged it and were back on the road in about 10 minutes.  It felt like a hour.  I was now worried.  Would the plug hold?  How much time did we burn?  How much energy and mental capacity did we just waste?

On to a big bonus 220 points, the original Jello factory and museum.

This was a typical Rally bastard bonus.  The location took you to the front of a building with the description ‘Take a photo of the truck shaped sigh on the front of the Jello factory museum’.   The problem was the sign wasn’t on the front of the building we were parked in front of.   It was on another building in the back.  We found it, got the photo and took off.    It was clear to us that other riders had already been there.  The rock on the railing to hold the flag was kindly left there for us 🙂

The next stop would be to count how many Cabooses made up the Caboose Hotel.  The answer is 5.   This is also where it went from being light out to dark out.  Meaning this is where I would have to change from wearing Sunglasses to the ‘clear’ safety glasses.  (With my windshield up, I often ride with my visor up, it’s quieter and cooler, but I still need eye protection).  This is where I learned two things.

a) $5.00 cheapo clear glasses will simply get all scratched up if you just let them flop around in your top case.  So much so that they become unusable.

b) When you’re tired, you really need to check everything twice.  This is where I *lost* my $100 Oakley sunglasses.  At least I suspect it’s where I probably set them on the back of the bike but didn’t put them away.  Grrrrrr….   When we stopped at the next stop, I wanted to put them in a special place, realizing that having them flop around in my top case was likely to scratch them up like the clear glasses.   This is when I realized they were gone.

The next stop was Horsehead, to get a  photo of the Horsehead rock.   Kyle was worried, even though the sign said Horsehead rock, it wasn’t horse shaped.

We flew to Binghamton, got our gas required gas receipt.   We were still on time, with a 1 and half hour cushion.  I had already mentally written of a bonus on I-81 that was 20 miles off the beaten path.

We went to Sweetwater to get a photo of a war memorial but the coordinates put us in someone’s back yard.  No memorial to be found.  We did find this about a block away and took the photo just in case.

We were currently being surrounded by thunderstorms and worried we’d have to ride the next 4 or so hours in the rain. And we did for a good portion. By now it was 2am, we’d been on our bikes since 5:40am the previous morning. Fatigue was really setting in. We decided to blow of the 2 bonuses and head straight for Winchester. We had to get there by 6am. It was dark and raining pretty hard at times. But the fatigue was killing us. We had to stop, and stop often. But we manned up and made it with a little time to spare. We punched our Winchester receipt at 5:25am which also served to start our rest bonus. Our original plan had us back at Winchester by 5am giving us time to get back to the Rally Hotel to sleep for a couple hours, but that didn’t work out. Instead it would be a few hours at the Iron Butt motel. This meant my therma-rest on a patch of grass behind the gas station. It was about an hour and a half of blissful rest. At 8:30am we rolled out of Winchester with the thought of getting the big 387 point bonus which is in the rally every year at Jim Young’s grave. About a 100 miles north of Winchester.

There were other bonuses to get but Kyle and I were beat and headed back to Rally HQ.   We didn’t want to be late.  Every minute past 2pm cost you 20 points.

We felt good about what we had accomplished.  Now going on 2 hours sleep in the past 36 hours we were worn out and still had to complete all of our paperwork for scoring.

My rally tip:  Write everything in the Rally book as you get it, not on a sheet like I did.  In copying everything over to the rally book I left off the Jim Young bonus.  So even though I had the photo, without claiming it in the rally book I got a big fat ‘0’ for this bonus.  That cost me almost 15 positions in the final tally.   Lesson learned the hard way.  This is my 3rd rally, and I’ve yet to not screw it up somehow.   Maybe next time.

Kyle missed one of the question bonuses, and for some reason they didn’t give him credit for that war memorial that they gave me credit for.

Dad, well he did well.  He didn’t DNF.  He didn’t close the loop in time.  He thought he wouldn’t make it so he went to the  hotel for the rest bonus instead.  He also screwed up some photo bonuses.  He didn’t check his camera settings and recorded them as movies.  But in the end he did well.  Had he closed the loop, he may have beaten me.

All in all it was a blast.  We rode 2300 miles in 3 days and spent almost 33 hours butt in the saddle on on the bike moving.   I’m tired and going to bed.  🙂

BB Run Results

Friday I posted about the Bun Burner run I was going to make this weekend.

There were just a few problems with this run.

  1. Thursday night I slept a total of 3 hours.  Bad night of Insomnia, not in any way related to this run, just couldn’t sleep.  This made for a long day Friday, and I didn’t really get to bed early enough because of #2
  2. The weather for this weekend was predicted to be bad across the whole eastern part of the US.   I couldn’t find anyone willing to say it wouldn’t rain, and I wasn’t up to riding more than a few hundred in the rain.

I got up at 3:30am and checked the weather, it was raining and the most of my chosen route(s) were also getting wet, so I went back to bed.

Claudine woke me at 10am and said, it’s beautiful outside you should go on your ride.

So I got up, checked the weather, there was still rain to the south, so I reversed my route and figured I’d hit northern Ohio first and go clockwise instead of counter-clockwise.

The bike was basically packed so I just needed to gear up and go, and since I had slept in, I was technically caught up on sleep and felt good.

Awe heck, let’s go.

My plan was to start the clock around noon but it didn’t take me that long to get ready and out the door, though I did forget a few things like a camera and a pair of Jeans.  (I just had my LD Comforts under my mesh pants).

The guy at Speedway was more than willing to be my start witness so that was out of the way.

I filled up, time on the initial receipt was  11:39am and I was off.

That meant I had until 11:39pm Sunday to clock in 1500 miles or 11:39am to get the Bun Burner Gold.

I was pretty sure that without a fuel cell a Gold run (1500 in 24) on the east coast wasn’t likely, not impossible, just not likely.

My non-fuel cell equipped bike can go 200ish on a tank.  (Really like 240 but it thinks it’s empty at 200.

My plan was fast, efficient fuel stops.  No screwing around, I have a method and can get in and out pretty quick.  I also planned to stop often, about every 100 miles, just to stretch for 5 mins.   Some of the locations would require me to get a receipt to prove I was there and didn’t short cut the route, and those stops wouldn’t really be on a fuel stop anyway.   Stopping more often make the ride a little more comfortable.    I was very aware that we stopped way too often on my very first  1000 mile ride, and when we stopped we took far too long.   (we barely, like by 3 minutes made the 24hour window and we had to ride like the wind the last 200 miles to make that happen).

So my first stop was in Lima Ohio.   Didn’t need fuel yet, but hadn’t had any breakfast.   So I grabbed two ‘Tornado’s’ at speedway and a Vitamin water.  I didn’t need a receipt here, but the more the merrier.

I was in an out in about 8 mins, a little long, but not too bad.  Up north to Toledo, I got on the turnpike and was starting to _need_ fuel.  I knew there were service stations on the Turnpike, but wasn’t sure how often.  Lucky for me, it wasn’t that far out.  In Genoa, which would prove that I actually got on the Turnpike at I-75.

I made good time across I-80, my initial route had me taking 90 up to Erie, but I missed I-90.  My radar detector had squelched out the GPS directions, so I took the 480 exit.  I then became a bit worried that I just cut 10 miles off my route which was only 1523 to begin with.  The exit receipt from the turnpike would establish my exit point so I’d have to keep that in mind for later.

See the way this works is the Iron Butt Ride verification guys simply map your ride from receipt to receipt, the shortest possible path.   If you went from Cincinnati to Cleveland via Toledo like I just did, you need receipts to show that you traveled up I-75, and hopped on the turnpike.   Else they’d put in Cincy/Cleveland and the route up I71 would be chosen which is a lot shorter.

A valid receipt is identifiable, has date/timestamp and location.   From this they can validate your timing, your fuel usage and disqualify you if you’re speeding (too much) or cheating by using too much fuel or not enough fuel.

OK, on up 480 to 71 to 90 Erie.   Erie was a planned stop.  This is a mandatory bonus location in the MD2020 and I wanted to pre-scout that.    I rode to the coordinates, identified the one block park and know the bonus question will be there in that park.  Fair enough, now I need to get a receipt to verify that I was there.   I also needed fuel and was hungry.   So I stopped at Wendy’s, grabbed a quick sandwich and filled up.  (2 receipts).

On to Binghamton, NY Across I-86, a very beautiful highway.  Parts of the road were pretty crappy, and there was some construction but no congestion.  I was taking the most direct route to Binghamton and didn’t really need any supporting documentation, but I couldn’t make it to Binghamton on one tank.

By now though I was freezing my butt off.   It was 60 degrees, almost perfect bike weather, but it was the coldest 60 degrees I’ve ever ridden in.   Planning for perfect weather, I was wearing all mesh gear.  I had the liner in my jacket but not in my pants.  In fact I didn’t bring it.  The only other option I had was a pair of underarmor like tights as a base layer.  I stopped at a rest area along I-86 and put them on, and added the heated jacket liner.   Under mesh it’s not nearly as affective as it normally is.

I stopped in Painted Post for fuel, and noted to myself that I was making very, very good time.  Even with the stop to change clothes.

Then straight to Binghamton, NY, another MD2020 bonus location.   I scouted out the building/chruch/hotel that were on the block at the coordinates.  As I prepared to get on I81 South I realized that I needed a receipt to prove i was here.  Again, I didn’t need fuel, but needed a valid receipt.   This was almost the 1/2 point, well about 641 miles into the ride.  I found what looked like a decent gas station, it was already 9pm and dark.   It was also time to call C to let her know I was still alive.

I went into the store grabbed a medium coffee (I could tell 9pm coffee wasn’t going to be good) and slice of gas station pizza (also not good).

As I called Claudine, I could see that I was in da-hood, and I didn’t want to stick around very long.  Lots of shiny rides in the parking lot, and there seemed to be a ‘who’s got the loudest subwoofer competition among friends.

As I was gearing up a van pulled up along side me, like a 9 passenger church van.   About a late 20’s early 30’s man got out, nodded to me and walked in the store.   He was out in a flash, carrying a bag of ice, and he had something in his mouth that he was fiddling with.

He asked me where I was headed, and I told him ‘south’.  He said; “have a good ride”.  Then I recognized what he had in his mouth.    A Pacifier and he was playing with it just like my 1 and a half year old.   I wanted to ask him, but I really didn’t want to die right then and there.   So I just laughed to myself and took off.

Down I-81 South.  I would need fuel in a hundred or so miles.  I found a fast running Town car and followed him about a 1/4 mile behind.   I was making good time, and I still felt great.   My buns were a little sore but I wasn’t tired at all.

Stopped for fuel near Hazleton, Pennsylvania on Airport road.  This was a quick pit-stop.  Get fuel, document receipt and hit the road.

Temps were now in the lower 40’s, in some valley’s dipping to 38-39 and I was ill equipped.  The Gerbings was cranked on high, heated grips on high and I was just barely making it.

I make it to Winchester (another Bonus Location), but need fuel so I stop at the first gas station, fill up, do my business, and grab a couple breakfast bars.  It’s now 3:18am and I’m 1000 miles into my 1500 mile run.

I check the GPS and am giddy with anticipation, it looks like this:

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The moving average and overall average are right where they need to be.  (Actually it takes an overall of 62.5 to make 1500 in 24) but that was a blessing if I could make that.   If I hadn’t fiddle farted around at this gas station It might still be above 62.

But, and here’s the big but…

It is now dark as hell in Va and WV.   The next two planned stops are NOT off Interstate, nope, they are off of route 50, a great fun, twisty road.  Albeit in the day time.   When I originally planned the route I expected that I’d be hitting this stretch in daylight and that was not the case.

I can’t make great time on this road, especially at night but I’m willing to see how it goes.

About 10 miles up route 50, it starts to rain.  Ack…

See this stretch or Route 50?

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It’s all squiggly for a reason.  It has numerous switchbacks and peak crossings at 9 degree grade.

It’s dark as hell, I can hear banjos playing and now it’s raining.  Not good.  Not good at all.    I stop and throw my rain gear on.   First time this trip.

It’s now raining hard, and I’m quickly figuring out that I am simply not going to make time doing this.  It’s now 4:30am and I’ve maybe gone 20 miles since I took off around an hour ago and I have 160 miles of this.   It’s stressful, and very fatiguing to to be fighting the darkness, the road and the wet conditions.   So I concede the 1500 in 24 hours.   Should have stayed on the Interstate.  But there was a bonus location I wanted to check out and there isn’t any interstate near that.   So be it.

I decide to start looking for a place to crash for an hour or two, maybe this will  blow over.  At the very least it will be light around 6am.

The only thing remotely decent is an elementary school in Union?  I don’t know some school at the top of a mountain.   I’m having a hard time finding cover, but the doorway to part of the school is set back about 4 feet, enough to get the front half of the bike under cover and me too.   I pull up to the door, and decide to take a power nap.   I wake up around 6:15 am, about half frozen from laying on the concrete, even though I was insulated via the gear I was wearing, and it’s still raining and quite chilly, like 45 degrees.

I gear up, and take off.   I’m about 5 miles down the road when I realize my waterproof boots aren’t.   I can now wiggle my toes and feel the COLD water squishing in them.   This is bad, real bad, and except for my hands, everything else is dry.

I stop after 40 miles of this madness again not making time, to assess just how miserable I am.   My tail is sore, my feet are miserable, and even a straight shot from here still means 100 more miles of this no matter what I do.

I try to make the best of it, drying off what I can, changing gloves.  But nothing I can do for my feet.  I can’t dry out these boots or keep them dry.   So I just soldier on.

I’m supposed to break of of route 50 up route 18 to St Mary’s.  That’s the bonus location.  From there I would actually turn south, to catch 64, then over to Lexington then home to get the required mileage.   I look at 18 on the GPS.  The trouble I’m having with the rain, and my conditions do not warrant me crossing over an even more aggressive road.   So I punt that plan.  Tell the GPS to take me home.  As wet as I am (or my feet are) I don’t even want to run the interstate for another 450 miles (8 hours).  Just not going to happen.

Oh goody, all route 50, that’s the quickest shot.

I finally get to Athens Ohio and the rain is letting up.  It’s still cold and spitting but it isn’t raining anymore.  It’s about noon, but I’ve been freezing and wet since 6am and I’m worn out from it.

I decide I need a real meal.   I make it to Chillicothe and stop at Bob Evans.  The meal refreshes me, and I’m now starting to think about how I’m going to get the required mileage.   My hamstrings/glut’s are actually bruised from the edge of the seat.  This is the same seat I used to go out west, so it must have been the tense riding in the mountains in the rain.  I don’t know.   But it’s hard to find a comfy position, even with the AirHawk.

I finally make it out Rt 50, up Rt 35 to Jeffersonville, 50 miles from home.  I need 200, and probably like 240 to have a good cushion, to make up for my I90 mistake on the turnpike.

I sat at the Shell station for 30 minutes trying to find a decent route that was 240 miles long to get me home and couldn’t find one.   I couldn’t just go north 140 miles and turn around.  I knew the way my feet felt and the way my a$$ felt that just wasn’t going to happen.

It was 1:30 pm and I had until 11:38pm to find 240 miles and I couldn’t do it.   I woosed out, I hit the button to take me home.    While traveling down I-71 I started wondering just how far south I’d have to go to get the required mileage.   I blew off the first two exits the GPS wanted me to take to go home, but after that I was just plain uncomfortable and I gave in.

I made it home, and sat there 180-200 miles short.   I took a hot shower hoping that would revive me enough to make me go back out, but it didn’t.   Looking at the grass that needed cut before I left, that’s what I decided to do.

But, I’ll do it again, better prepared and won’t need to make any crazy runs through WV in the dark or in the rain.

I don’t get paid to do this,  It’s supposed to be fun and it was up-till the rain and soaked feet 🙂

End results:
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The Bun Burner 1500

This weekend I plan to ride my first Official Bun Burner.  I’ve already knocked down a few Saddle Sore’s (1000 miles in 24 hours), but have yet to complete an actual Bun Burner (1500 in 36, or BB Gold which is 1500 in 24).  That later is much less unlikely here in the east.   Not saying it can’t be done, just saying we don’t have highways with higher speed limits like out west.

Knowing that weather may be an issue, I have 4 possible routes to choose from.

The most likely is highlighted in Yellow…

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This will allow me to pre-scout the 4 mandatory bonus locations for the MD2020 rally on memorial day weekend.

However, right now as of this post the weather for the entire eastern united states looks pretty crappy this weekend.

My other options are a southern route, and a south eastern route.  Each have their own issues; namely, the Kentucky Derby, and Nascar in Charlotte this weekend.

The northern route is up across the upper peninsula of Michigan.  A much more boring out and back type of ride.

I’ll make the call later tonight which way to go, if I go at all.

I won’t be blogging on this ride, there won’t be time.   But I’ll post about it after the fact if it happens.

Links: 
IronButt Association
The SS1000 and BB1500 Rules.
Mason-Dixon 2020 Rally.