wolftone
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So often I have seen those poor schmucks puffing their way over the kancamagus pass on their bikes that I decided it's time to do it myself. Here's the quick summary of the experience:
puff, puff, puff, puff ...... puff, puff. nice view. weeeeeeeee!
Sunflare left me off at the Loon parking lot and went off to hike the Hancocks. I settled into a nice 13mph pace and cranked. And cranked. And cranked. The eastward kanc is an unrelenting monotonic climb from loon to the pass. The beginning is a moderate grade, but 4 miles out it gets much steeper. The switchbacks help, but nothing changes the fact that the climbing is serious.
I stopped for lunch at the high point. A pack of harley riders challenged me to a race. I told them I was happy to do so if they also powered their bikes with clif bars instead of fossil fuels. They weren't keen on the challenge. Sissies.
The eastward downhill is simply awesome - 4 miles of straight-on 7% grade. It's just steep and straight enough that I never touched my brakes, maxing my speed somewhere north of 40 mph. The wind was hitting me so fast that my eyes began to tear up and completely wet my face. I didn't realize the size and ferocity of my grin until I hit the flatter part and had to start working again.
I had planned on continuing to 16 and heading back home, but the final 6 miles of the kanc were under construction and not ideal conditions for a road bike. With my driver still somewhere on the hancock loop trail, I decided to turn back and try the ascent from the other way. In comparison, the westward climb is easier due to its more gradual slope. Sadly, the descent isn't as much fun because the hairpin switchbacks require actual brake use. (It's galling to convert that hard-won potential energy into waste heat.)
The car was parked at the hancock lot, so I didn't get the full descent this time. (I feel the mountain owes me one. Sometime, I'll cheat and get a ride to the top.) I hiked a few miles back to meet Sunflare & Kaya, which was probably a good idea for post-bike stretch-out. The woods were shady and breezy, much preferable to the hot, sunny conditions out on the road.
Driver interaction report: Positive. Good: a varied collection of thumbs-ups and words of encouragement. Bad: two neandertals flipping me off and yelling "bikes suck" for no apparent reason. Yeah, buddy, because your white '94 Neon is such a hot ride.
Overall, a great time. It should be good training for next month's bike across Norway, which has roughly similar terrain for me to cover.
puff, puff, puff, puff ...... puff, puff. nice view. weeeeeeeee!
Sunflare left me off at the Loon parking lot and went off to hike the Hancocks. I settled into a nice 13mph pace and cranked. And cranked. And cranked. The eastward kanc is an unrelenting monotonic climb from loon to the pass. The beginning is a moderate grade, but 4 miles out it gets much steeper. The switchbacks help, but nothing changes the fact that the climbing is serious.
I stopped for lunch at the high point. A pack of harley riders challenged me to a race. I told them I was happy to do so if they also powered their bikes with clif bars instead of fossil fuels. They weren't keen on the challenge. Sissies.
The eastward downhill is simply awesome - 4 miles of straight-on 7% grade. It's just steep and straight enough that I never touched my brakes, maxing my speed somewhere north of 40 mph. The wind was hitting me so fast that my eyes began to tear up and completely wet my face. I didn't realize the size and ferocity of my grin until I hit the flatter part and had to start working again.
I had planned on continuing to 16 and heading back home, but the final 6 miles of the kanc were under construction and not ideal conditions for a road bike. With my driver still somewhere on the hancock loop trail, I decided to turn back and try the ascent from the other way. In comparison, the westward climb is easier due to its more gradual slope. Sadly, the descent isn't as much fun because the hairpin switchbacks require actual brake use. (It's galling to convert that hard-won potential energy into waste heat.)
The car was parked at the hancock lot, so I didn't get the full descent this time. (I feel the mountain owes me one. Sometime, I'll cheat and get a ride to the top.) I hiked a few miles back to meet Sunflare & Kaya, which was probably a good idea for post-bike stretch-out. The woods were shady and breezy, much preferable to the hot, sunny conditions out on the road.
Driver interaction report: Positive. Good: a varied collection of thumbs-ups and words of encouragement. Bad: two neandertals flipping me off and yelling "bikes suck" for no apparent reason. Yeah, buddy, because your white '94 Neon is such a hot ride.
Overall, a great time. It should be good training for next month's bike across Norway, which has roughly similar terrain for me to cover.
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