100 miles is a nice big round number and has I think a special place in the hearts of most riders. A Century is a landmark ride - I remember my first very well.
It also impresses the non-cyclist immensely.
Traditional century and gran fondo courses will take you up mountains, over passes, along coasts, through National Parks, and around lakes and islands. Events compete to be the highest, steepest and most epic.
So, what to make of an event that goes absolutely nowhere?
He did the first one on his own in 2008 and since then it has become an annual charity fundraiser with 500 places available. Riders ride wherever they want in the world and even the date is not set in stone.
The biggest similarities to a traditional Century are the swag bag riders get and the fundraising that underpins the 100MoN. This year's beneficiary was Camp Kesem, an organization which supports children whose parents have cancer.
Nowhere is defined in many ways.
Some riders sit on rollers or a trainer for the full 100 miles, including Fatty himself who did his 100 miles on stage at the Camp Kesem Leadership Summit.
Others (masochists), like Jill Homer, take on hills and rack up over 20,000 feet of climbing.
I felt I was staying truer to the spirit of "Nowhere" than Jill by circling a 2/3rds of a mile loop of neighborhood streets. It is the time of year for base miles and I took it slow and steady.
Heathcote/MacDonald/Wakefield/Carthage/Lebanon/Crossway/Heathcote
Heathcote/MacDonald/Wakefield/Carthage/Lebanon/Crossway/Heathcote
Heathcote/MacDonald/Wakefield/Carthage/Lebanon/Crossway/Heathcote etc.
Repeating a lap 151 times does mean that every feature of the route becomes very familiar.
As a reminder of the true gran fondo experience there was even a Port-a-Potty on the lap. Authenticity is not the be all and end all to my mind and I opted to use the indoor plumbing at home.
I had to unclip due to traffic just the once.
In the absence of adrenaline jolts, the day became a great opportunity to look back at the past year of cycling, which had encompassed a whole heap of Somewheres.
The Italian Dolomite mountains provided the location for my top day on a bike at the Maratona of the Dolomites with its seven mountain passes amid stunning scenery with 9,000 others and TV helicopters overhead.
The George Washington Bridge for Gran Fondo New York was the best start location with its sea of bright green jerseys.
The CAT 5 start line at the White Plains Crit, my first sanctioned race was the site of the most nerves (I wasn't dropped!).
The closing miles of the Battenkill Gran Fondo - tired but flying - were about as well I have ever ridden fast.
The Coal Road in England's beautiful Yorkshire Dales was the steepest climb of the year.
I had thought that passing the house every few minutes would be an advantage, but it proved otherwise.
The major drawback of a home feed zone is that once you are sat in your own kitchen, in the warm with the full range of food and drink within reach, not to mention a hot shower just a flight of stairs away it take a bit of motivation to pull on the winter hat, strap on the helmet and head back into the cold.
On even long rides I tend to limit stops to a handful of minutes, but my 100MoN breaks got longer and longer as the day went on.
As I did so a family was walking past and we exchanged hellos. They said they had been watching me all day as they lived on the route and asked if I was training for something. I explained the 100MoN idea and they were nice enough to express astonishment and admiration that I had covered 100 miles. Pretty much the perfect thing to hear after almost nine hours on a bike.
They clearly did not believe me, however, when I said it had been fun, but as a bumper sticker I passed 151 times put it: "If it's not fun why do it?"
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