NECS Non Race #2 - Peekamoose 100

We here at the New East Coast Syndicate have been as busy as our fellow warriors of the St. Louis tribe. Deployment orders were issued for the second non race of the season and participation was up 400% over last year with only the bravest 4 stepping up to the line for the Peekamoose 100 (the balance of the troops were getting in touch with their feminine side at Stewart with a lesson in nature from every one's favorite nature boy - The Mayor).
With the hottest day of the summer forecast and temps pushing close to the century mark we gave the Team Seagal salute, saddled up and headed off for our date with destiny.This year, just to add to the pain, the course was rerouted to include the Sampsonville Road around mile 75. A nice, fully exposed to the sun, set of steep pitches guaranteed to make grown men cry. Opening with a tour through Top Chef's old hood soon enough we were onto the 44/55 pass for the first of day's four climbs. Not long after the start of the climb Aaron "Obamador" Anaya showed the legs that would win the Arrogant Bastard beer/KOM classification for the day, leading over the summit of every climb except Peekamoose and making the rest of us feel his pain.By the time we hit Roundout Reservoir the gu had kicked in and the shouts of "fire in the hole" were coming from Top Chef. The resulting clouds had caught Fat Chick and he was off the back struggling for a breath of fresh air.
FC During Happier Times On The Ride

The Troops Pounding Out The Miles

Coming off Peekamoose Top Chef, Obamador and C-Dubs hung it out and topped out close to 50 mph before settling into a high speed pace line to the bottom. Shortly after we were rolling into one of the many espresso stations Top Chef has incorporated into our rides. With the heat rising Fat Chick restocked and rolled out toward the Sampsonville climb while the rest of us indulged in food, caffeine and a refill of the bottles. We finally caught FC halfway up the climb at which point everyone was getting fully cooked from the sun and heat. Finishing with a descent into Kerhonkson we loaded up on the cold water and poured a couple of gallons over our heads before setting out for the climb back over 44/55. The Final Summit Guppy

Driven on by the realization that ice cold beer was only one 5 mile climb away, one by one we crested the summit and bombed the final descent back to HQ where we arrived at 4:20. There Mrs. C-Dubs had a crew on hand, a cooler of beer and tons of food to consume. With a good buzz on and a full belly we settled on the couch to catch up on the crashfest called the Tour.