White Rim Trail w/Liberty Crew

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Two years ago I rode the White Rim Trail in a day with a group from my brother Chris' company - Liberty Oilfield Services. I invited Derek along because, well, he likes adventures and challenges. It wasn't because he was a mountain biker, because he wasn't. You'd think doing a 100-mile mountain bike ride for your first ride would be...unwise. But, we had full support via a pickup truck following us. This way, if anyone couldn't make it, they could throw their bike in the truck's bed and hop in. Derek did just that after 60 miles in 2016. It was the right thing to do at the time, but it left a bad taste in his mouth. Derek doesn't like leaving things undone...

This year, a couple of months before the scheduled ride in early November, Derek borrowed my spare mountain bike. He knows the benefit of training and he wasn't coming to get a further along the route. He was coming to finish. We did a couple of training rides together, but mostly he rode by himself or with friends. He was riding strong and I know his resolve. I was nearly positive he'd finish. I didn't know just how strong he was going to be.

Derek taking a break on the White Rim Trail

We drove out Friday afternoon evening. After I screwed up with the GPS coordinates of the campsite (trusting my faulty memory as to the location instead), we arrived after 10 p.m., the last ones. The morning quickly and it was cold. I anticipated this and brought lots of clothes and two big pairs of gloves for us both. I crawled out of the back of our Land Cruiser, where we slept, and the president of LOS, Ron Gusek, already hard at work at the grill. He had multiple burners going making bacon-egg-English-muffin sandwiches. I had two.

We started in the dark, via headlamps, and rode a few miles back east to highway 313. We were heading down the Shafer Trail and would finish by climbing up Mineral Bottom Road and then ride the interminable dirt road, gradually climbing all the way, 11 miles back to the campsite. It was a brutal finish with which I was quite familiar.

Derek, Ron and I bombed down the trail at the head of our 15-rider group, along with Ron. We kept rolling along until we arrived at Muscleman Arch. Derek and I both rode across it, as that is tradition for me, and now for Derek. While we did this Chris and Liz caught up to us. We took some time shooting photos and a few riders went by. We hopped back on the bikes and headed on.

The group taking a quick break.

We had three support vehicles with us for this ride. The lead vehicle was driven by Leen's wife and when we pulled up to us at the Airport Campground her right front tire was rapidly going flat. We inspected it and saw not only the obvious tire damage but some rim damage as well. It must have just happened because the tire was complete flat a minute or two later. What happened next was impressive.

LOS is a fracking company. These guys work in the oilfields running millions of dollars worth of equipment, 24-7. They are not your average highway repair work crew. The jack was found in seconds and while one guy jacked up the car, another was pulling the lugnuts off the wheel. Two others, including Ron, were on their backs under the truck, removing the spare. The entire operation looked like a NASCAR pit stop. I barely had time to snap a couple of photos (my contribution to the tire changing) before it was all done. Pretty impressive. No one was directing anything. Everyone knew what had to be done and if there was a task not being done, that's the task they took on. It was a bit similarly to an experienced climbing team setting up camp or rappels.

Changing one of our support vehicles' tires in record time.

We moved on. Ron moved on even faster. He was off the front until just before lunch time, when Derek and I finally caught up to him. He didn't make it last year either, which is surprising, because he is a 48-hour adventure racer. Going continuously for two days is his speciality. Heck, he once road 747.94 miles in a single workout (though it apparently was spread out over 293 hours?) But, like Derek knows, specific training means something. He wasn't biking fit two years ago. He was this year and his mantra was: I'm finishing this ride and I'm finishing it in the light. If anyone wanted to join him in that goal, he'd love the company, but he wasn't going to explicitly ride slower than it would take to finish in the light. Derek and I were on board with that goal.

The three of us continued together to the very challenging Murphy's Hogback - the halfway point of the ride. Atop this grueling climb we'd have lunch. I was just barely able to clean this climb without stopping or putting my foot down, but I nearly passed out with the effort. Derek has more fitness and more power, but two months of riding wasn't enough to learn the subtleties of balancing your weight between the two tires and holding a good line. Plus, he was riding a 26" mountain bike, which is more challenging than the 29" tires that I rode. Ron and Derek were both dropping me on the flatter terrain approaching this climb, but Ron's a TT guy and climbing isn't his strength. Still, it was only the last pitch where they faltered.

We waited there for the rest of the group and more importantly the food wagons to catch up. We ate hearty, but watched the clock. We knew we couldn't take too long of a break with nearly 50 more miles to ride.

Chris Wright - the Imperial Grand Poobah at LOS

After lunch we moved on in smaller clusters of riders. After five miles or so, it was Derek, Ron, and I off the front again. We rode together to the base of Hard Scrabble and there, Ron offered to let me try his fancy mountain bike on the climb. I've never got this hill clean. There is one section where I fall off just ten feet short of easy terrain. I figured it couldn't hurt and we switched, all of us using Crank Brothers pedals. Alas, I still failed at the same spot. This hill is a grunt.

At the top we assessed our situation. We thought about possibly regrouping a bit, but I predicted that if we rode on, we'd just barely make it in the light. Waiting would surely put us in the dark. Yet Derek and I didn't enough water to finish. Ron offered to share his and we committed to push on.

By the time we hit the campground down at the bottom of Hard Scrabble I noticed my chain was really complaining. When I noticed a big group setting up camp, I told the others I was going to zip into there and see if they had any lube. Ron and Derek followed and we found very friendly riders there. We all got our chains lubed and we all got topped off with water, as they had a huge 30+ gallon container in one of their trucks.

Derek right with the vertiginous Standing Rock spire in the background.

The long, rolling, sandy approach to the Mineral Bottom climb sapped me and I was just barely hanging on to Ron and Derek, who seemed a lot stronger. At the base of the climb, they both stopped to eat something before the climb. I just wanted it over and pushed on directly up the climb. I got less than halfway up the climb before Derek caught me and then dropped me. I was impressed and surprised. It was the first time he'd ever been truly stronger than me on a bike. And he did it with minimal training. Perhaps his youth gave him an edge, but still, I have so many more miles in me. I understand he'll be more explosive and I couldn't out sprint him, but we over 80 miles into this ride. Endurance should be the key now and I should have had more endurance. I did not.

As Derek stretched out his lead in front of me, I consoled myself by looking down a couple switchbacks to Ron. I pedaled on. My pride had me wanting to limit my losses to Derek. When I got to the top I found Derek talking to someone. I immediately recognized Tom and then his truck and then Kirsten. I had told Tom we were doing this and we had hoped to ride some with him. After a short discussion we found out that Tom had ridden right by us when we were changing the flat tire. He had just finished himself and Derek nearly caught him. Kirsten brought us over chips and salsa and we relaxed and waited for Ron, who also partook in the sustenance.

Tom had the good sense of starting his ride right at the rim, so he was done. The rest of us remounted our bikes and started the worst part of this loop: the horrible, endless, relentless climb back to our campsite. Ron soon faded and Derek and I rode together and, as the sun dipped closer and closer to the horizon, the temperature fell. I counted off the miles, trying to predict when we'd be done, trying to overestimate the mileage so that I wouldn't be disappointed. Yet, my prediction came and went. The sun set and darkness rapidly closed in on us. Derek gapped me for the last mile or so.

Ron Gusek: LOS President and Head Breakfast Cook

We pulled into camp less than a minute apart, chilled to the bone, especially Derek who was just in short sleeves. I at least had armies. We jumped in the truck and cranked the heater. Unfortunately, at least for Derek, our total mileage was 99 miles. He'd never ridden 100 miles in a day before and he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass. Once warmed up, he put on a headlamp, my down jacket, and some big gloves. Then he jumped on his bike and continued along the road until he hit 99.5 miles, where he turned around and headed back to the car and his 100-mile milestone.

The others came later, finishing in two's and three's. All chilled, but all with high spirits and excited to finish. No one failed to close the loop. That's impressive.

The next morning was chilly, but Ron was up early manning the grill. I worked on the fire and, after eating, I took over as head pancake chef. Then we packed up and headed for home. Another great WRIAD with Team Liberty. I hope this tradition continues. If not every year, at least every other year. I'll be in. Maybe I can keep up with Derek next year...