I pulled into Galena’s Recreation Park half expecting to ride solo in this year’s “Circle the Vineyards”. The weather was hardly promising, but the 100 kilometer tour of wineries around Galena, Illinois would commence as scheduled.
This year, we invited riders of vintage steel bicycles to replicate the epic L’Eroica tour in Tuscany. We even made up a trophy—a steel lug welded to a spoke stuck in a walnut base. My 30-year-old Trek would be the only steel bike on this year’s “Circle”, so the trophy presentation will wait for another autumn.
Happily, as the 10 AM departure time drew near, Andrew and Bill arrived with their carbon fiber Treks, and after a quick photo shoot, we were away through town en route to our first winery twenty miles to the south.
To get there, we evaded the traffic along Blackjack for roads less travelled through Irish and Batey Hollows. These are hallowed roads in pastoral valleys where wild turkeys trot around the cattle.
We were obliged to tackle a very sharp 18% ascent on Irish Hollow. Without proper gearing we would have been off the bikes quicker than you can say Sram. If you plan to ride out here in this drift less corner of Illinois, remember to bring a small chain ring and a big rear gear.
Our reward at the top of the climb was a grand ridge-top roll along Rocky Hill Road. Our pace was civil, and we were treated to splendid Mississippi overlooks evoking Albert Bierstadt and Thomas Moran.
After a 14% grade above bucolic Hanover, we arrived at Rocky Waters Winery. Of our three wineries, this is surely the most picturesque. From the tasting room, you can look through a spreading oak across the Mississippi Valley to a wildlife refuge on the Iowa side.
In 1997, the Spahn Family planted vines in the cow pasture and began growing grapes. After four or five years, they were selling their produce to wineries like Galena Cellars and Wollersheim. Their winery opened a year before we rode our first “Circle”, which was three years ago.
Bill bought me a glass of their semi-dry Lakeside White and himself a slightly sweeter Log Cabin White. Andrew held back for Massbach Ridge but helped himself to a handful of Mrs. Sipps spiced almonds.
Rocky Waters reminds me of Elk Cove Winery in Oregon with its old oak tree and big view. This winery certainly inspired our “Circle” ride.
Our next leg to Massbach Ridge is eleven miles. We detoured north off Hanover Road on Pleasant Hill and took Reusch Road over to Derinda. L’Eroica covets their famed white limestone gravel roads (strade bianche) in Tuscany. Lovers of old bicycles come from around the globe to join Italians in their celebration of these historic roads and heroic racing in days past.
Reusch Road begins with a stretch of gold limestone road (oro strada). After a mile, it turns to chip-seal and rolls through a high meadow before descending into a capacious valley, which cradles a pleasing farm owned by the Sullivan family.
We arrived at Massbach Ridge Winery to find their grape stomping party in progress. Andrew was ready to treat Bill and me to a taste. Megan Block was delighted to take his nine bucks and pour us each a glass of vino bianco. Massbach Ridge’s crisp semi-dry Seyval really takes the edge off a dusty bike ride.
While we sipped, a friendly visitor from Ohio took our picture. She and her husband were part of a vintage Triumph sports car rally. The warm hospitality of this winery makes it a great destination. This is certainly a reflection of its owner, Peggy Harmston.
Alas, we passed on the grape stomp but grabbed a bunch each of concord and marechal foch. It was time to fill water bottles and push on to Galena Cellars twenty four miles to the north.
Our third leg of the “Circle” took us through Woodbine into the Apple River valley to a short section on oro strada on Grebner Road. From there, we ascended Hoffman Road to Elizabeth Scales Mound Road and were joined by lovers of chrome, leather and V-Twin power.
This country is made for weekenders on Harleys. Their “Circle” is much larger than ours, but double digit climbs and oro strade are off their map and happily so.
After a couple miles, we turned left and screamed down Rawlins Road, through Guilford back up Ford Road. After yet another 12% ascent, we crossed busy Stagecoach Trail and shot down the hill to Galena Cellars. There we saw enough parked cars to fill the lot at the Brookfield Zoo.
With a twinge of agoraphobia and a taste for that other beverage, I beckoned the lads ahead to the General Store at Council Hill Station. At long last, we could sit down, stretch out and trade viniculture for hops in a bottle.
By unanimous vote, we are renaming our event “Circle the Vineyards, & Have a Beer!” Council Hill Station is indeed a comfortable hang out. You are instantly treated like a regular once you discover the reach-in beer cooler. Then you can kick back and be entertained by local musicians, including the owner, Jamie, who used to run a tavern up in New Diggings.
Be warned of passing freight trains though. We were told Council Hill Station sits alongside the longest continuous railroad grade in the US, and trains may need to be divided to get up it. So where's the respect for pedal pushing drift less hill climbers? I can tell you this; we certainly did not fancy climbing back up to Stagecoach and prayed we wouldn’t have to shift our bicycles between moving freight cars.
Thankfully, the ethanol tankers passed by in short order, and we were up the hill on our final leg of the “Circle”. After a dip through the Galena River valley, the grand finale of our "Circle" is a long blessed descent on North Council Hills Road.
This year, we were a tiny band of brothers. But the weather and train parted before us, and we made new acquaintances with vintage sports cars, purple feet, and a harmonica.
FYI you cycling statisticians: my Garmin showed: 67 ¼ miles; averaging 13 MPH; and 5,300 feet of climbing.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
DeLauney Delight
I have no idea if Boris Delaunay’s triangulation theory has anything to do with the ride characteristics of a bicycle frame. Perhaps you “math wizards” would care to comment?
I had not heard of DeLauney until consuming a few beers on a roof top bar in Ann Arbor in the company of a gentleman who was math gifted, an Olympic class fencer, and a brilliant conversationalist. He was working to apply Boris’s work to the stress analysis of a computer generated solid model. Well, enough of that.
I have been preparing for our “Circle the Vineyards” tour around the wineries in Galena and Jo Daviess County. The inspiration for this event is the enchanting and rigorous bicycle tour through the Italian Tuscan countryside. It is called L’Eroica (heroic), and it rolls over pristine white gravel roads or Strade Bianche.
L’Eroica obliges its participants to ride only steel bicycles made in 1987 or earlier. Shifters must be on the down tube, and clip-less pedals are not permitted. The heroics are in the hearts of gracious folks who get their vintage bikes up and down the hills wearing woolen cycling outfits of days gone by. L’Eroica celebrates that old roads and old bicycles should never die but be always there for us to enjoy.
And so, on this spectacular afternoon, of 15 settembre, I set forth from Stockton to shake-down of my old 1981 Trek 412 for our “Circle” tour.
We were bound through Elizabeth via old friends like Brown, Pleasant Hill, Reusch, and Skene Roads.
In preparation, we modified the 412’s gearing for the serious undulations. The original Silstar crank set with its 42 tooth small chain ring was relegated to the parts bin. On went Sugino’s compact crank with only 36 teeth. Our expectation was that six fewer teeth would significantly reduce the grinding of our own dentures and knocking of knees in the hills.
Our first test was up the hill to Massbach Ridge. To my great astonishment, the 412 jumped to the climb like a Labrador pup to a lake. Pedals turned freely considering that we also retained the services of the 412’s original six-speed freewheel and its 30 tooth sprocket.
The next phase of the shake-down was to test the sturdiness of the 412s frame. This commenced, as we plummeted off Massbach Ridge on Bethel Road. Again, my admiration for this old Trek swelled as sure as you can cry “Ishiwata 022!”
Up Bethel we went to Brown Road and up again to stunning ridge top views before dropping into Woodbine. From there we contended with a very rough and torn Woodbine Road on our decent into the Apple River valley. Again, the 412 proved steady and safe as houses-- its old Dia-Compe brakes keeping things in control.
As we rolled along Apple River Road, the harvest was in progress, although one wonders what yields will come of it. Another serious flood this summer slimed the cornstalks and spewed gravel across the road surface. Nevertheless, the 412 pedaled along comfortably up to Elizabeth.
We entered town by the old fort, crossed Route 20 and continued out the west end on Pleasant Hill. Turning south, we tucked into some really bold rollers before hitting the hell of the Hill. Nevertheless, my old Trek steel bike continued its climbing magic.
Last year, I installed a longer Nitto stem and their sensational Noodle Bars. The stem is formidable and the bars are so ergonomic— a positive addition to the 412’s solid feel.
Speaking of ergonomics, the Brooks saddle Bill Leibman sold me off his Waterford touring bike was blessedly comfortable. The way we test a saddle is to ride it on hard roads for more than 40 miles. Admittedly, fit, level, and bike frame make a difference, but they are constants in this inconstant design of fabrications per il fanny.
Once on top of Pleasant Hell, we took the first left on an unmarked gravel road heading east. The road forks in about a quarter mile, and we stayed to the right on Reusch Road. When the gravel turned to chipped seal, I stopped to have a snack in the sun. The air was warm and hushed disturbed only by my chewing the granola bar. I crunched quickly and was again at peace on a beautiful road.
Reusch Road descends through the forest into a lovely bucolic valley. I rounded the corner passed the Sullivans’ farm-- the 412’s mischief factor greatly enhanced by Nitto’s bar and stem and the big flat RMX pedals. I simply stood my weight on the outside pedal, pressed down with the inside hand, and around she went tight as a trout on the line.
At the next corner, I could hear barking and see tails wagging, but they were well back off the road as I spun past up the long hill. The climb continued in earnest up Derinda Road. At the crest, I turned back east on Skene Road for another rush through the woods.
I thought of my friendly Butterflies (Jilly & Colleen) and our near miss of a deer when we last flew down this hill. Skene Road runs through yet another scenic valley and climbs steadily back up to Massbach Ridge for the run into Stockton. There are days when you don’t want it to end.
On Saturday, we’ll do a full dress rehearsal of “Circle the Vineyards.”
I had not heard of DeLauney until consuming a few beers on a roof top bar in Ann Arbor in the company of a gentleman who was math gifted, an Olympic class fencer, and a brilliant conversationalist. He was working to apply Boris’s work to the stress analysis of a computer generated solid model. Well, enough of that.
I have been preparing for our “Circle the Vineyards” tour around the wineries in Galena and Jo Daviess County. The inspiration for this event is the enchanting and rigorous bicycle tour through the Italian Tuscan countryside. It is called L’Eroica (heroic), and it rolls over pristine white gravel roads or Strade Bianche.
L’Eroica obliges its participants to ride only steel bicycles made in 1987 or earlier. Shifters must be on the down tube, and clip-less pedals are not permitted. The heroics are in the hearts of gracious folks who get their vintage bikes up and down the hills wearing woolen cycling outfits of days gone by. L’Eroica celebrates that old roads and old bicycles should never die but be always there for us to enjoy.
And so, on this spectacular afternoon, of 15 settembre, I set forth from Stockton to shake-down of my old 1981 Trek 412 for our “Circle” tour.
We were bound through Elizabeth via old friends like Brown, Pleasant Hill, Reusch, and Skene Roads.
In preparation, we modified the 412’s gearing for the serious undulations. The original Silstar crank set with its 42 tooth small chain ring was relegated to the parts bin. On went Sugino’s compact crank with only 36 teeth. Our expectation was that six fewer teeth would significantly reduce the grinding of our own dentures and knocking of knees in the hills.
Our first test was up the hill to Massbach Ridge. To my great astonishment, the 412 jumped to the climb like a Labrador pup to a lake. Pedals turned freely considering that we also retained the services of the 412’s original six-speed freewheel and its 30 tooth sprocket.
The next phase of the shake-down was to test the sturdiness of the 412s frame. This commenced, as we plummeted off Massbach Ridge on Bethel Road. Again, my admiration for this old Trek swelled as sure as you can cry “Ishiwata 022!”
Up Bethel we went to Brown Road and up again to stunning ridge top views before dropping into Woodbine. From there we contended with a very rough and torn Woodbine Road on our decent into the Apple River valley. Again, the 412 proved steady and safe as houses-- its old Dia-Compe brakes keeping things in control.
As we rolled along Apple River Road, the harvest was in progress, although one wonders what yields will come of it. Another serious flood this summer slimed the cornstalks and spewed gravel across the road surface. Nevertheless, the 412 pedaled along comfortably up to Elizabeth.
We entered town by the old fort, crossed Route 20 and continued out the west end on Pleasant Hill. Turning south, we tucked into some really bold rollers before hitting the hell of the Hill. Nevertheless, my old Trek steel bike continued its climbing magic.
Last year, I installed a longer Nitto stem and their sensational Noodle Bars. The stem is formidable and the bars are so ergonomic— a positive addition to the 412’s solid feel.
Speaking of ergonomics, the Brooks saddle Bill Leibman sold me off his Waterford touring bike was blessedly comfortable. The way we test a saddle is to ride it on hard roads for more than 40 miles. Admittedly, fit, level, and bike frame make a difference, but they are constants in this inconstant design of fabrications per il fanny.
Once on top of Pleasant Hell, we took the first left on an unmarked gravel road heading east. The road forks in about a quarter mile, and we stayed to the right on Reusch Road. When the gravel turned to chipped seal, I stopped to have a snack in the sun. The air was warm and hushed disturbed only by my chewing the granola bar. I crunched quickly and was again at peace on a beautiful road.
Reusch Road descends through the forest into a lovely bucolic valley. I rounded the corner passed the Sullivans’ farm-- the 412’s mischief factor greatly enhanced by Nitto’s bar and stem and the big flat RMX pedals. I simply stood my weight on the outside pedal, pressed down with the inside hand, and around she went tight as a trout on the line.
At the next corner, I could hear barking and see tails wagging, but they were well back off the road as I spun past up the long hill. The climb continued in earnest up Derinda Road. At the crest, I turned back east on Skene Road for another rush through the woods.
I thought of my friendly Butterflies (Jilly & Colleen) and our near miss of a deer when we last flew down this hill. Skene Road runs through yet another scenic valley and climbs steadily back up to Massbach Ridge for the run into Stockton. There are days when you don’t want it to end.
On Saturday, we’ll do a full dress rehearsal of “Circle the Vineyards.”
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