Remember that time I posted about how I had planned my Void Rally 11 route and it was done and dusted and I was okay with it? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…heh… hoooo… That was funny, wasn’t it?
Perhaps it’s because I live too close to high-tension wires and I’m being bombarded by EMFs but somehow I forgot to carefully factor in one aspect of my route planning. And so… I re-did my route a little more carefully last night. It wasn’t until after I declared my route to the gang at Rally HQ that I realized just how badly I’d bungled what I was doing. It’s embarrassing being dopey in front of others. They must have looked at my proposed route and said… “whoa, dim bulb, this one.”
Being a mathematical moron has it’s drawbacks. Hopefully my friend Excel has put me on the right track. At least now I don’t have that nagging feeling like something is amiss. Gotta listen to that little voice!
Okay, so I’m taking a ride on the Reading this afternoon. I suppose I should stop biting my nails now, it’s time to accept my fate.
Rally-ho! Rider 68, out.
Alright. This is it. For better or worse, my Void Rally route is done and dusted. I have a feeling it’s complete poo, but eh, that’s alright. I’m trying to come back around to remember what I’m doing. I’m going for a ride and there is beer at the end. Can’t win considering the playing field. Once again, I’m just fightin’ for the middle.
Something about my route feels a little long in the tooth, though. That’s a hurdle I can’t seem to get past. I always pad extra time in so hopefully I can make some adjustments without having to drop any bonus stops and still have enough wiggle room to get back to rally HQ without having to look over my paperwork with my hair on fire.
Also… fuck this hurricane. Hurricane Matthew can go right on to hell, messin’ with people lives like this.
So, that’s it. I shove off tomorrow afternoon for Reading, PA to have dinner with the other Rallyists. Hopefully I have enough room for food after nibbling my fingernails for 3 days now.
If you’re a Void-er, too – safe travels, have fun and see you in Fredericksburg, VA!
Or non-update as it were.
This is the point in the program where I am supposed to tell you that after my last post, I am now solidly in to my route and feeling confident. Or at least settled. But… not so.
I haven’t spent time looking at it since I made my tentative plan on Saturday afternoon. That probably isn’t smart. I know that what I’ve put together is too long (for me). That means that I’ll turn up at scoring tired, frazzled or possibly with errors on my paperwork, having had to drop bonuses to make it on time and losing points that I set out to get. That would be sad times. I’m the type of rally person who likes to come in early, doing what I set out to do versus making a whirling dervish of an entrance right before the closing bell and flying by the seat of my pants.
I still have to go buy a new camera to replace my replacement of my last replacement. I still have to solidify and print out my route, log my info on my “helper” index cards. These things are kind of important. I have 2 days before I leave for the start in Reading, PA.
It’s unlike me to be so blasé over the whole process. I’m either going to have a relaxed time or… a spectacular failure.
Seemingly random pins on a map… different colors, different point values, all perplexing. That’s what I’ve got to use to put together a route for my Void Rally 11 ride. The object is to collect points, accurately document my stops, take at least a 3 hour rest break, and be back to rally HQ with the I’s dotted and T’s crossed on my paperwork and have it handed in before 31 hours is up.
Of course that is the most simplified version of what it’s like to ride in a rally. But that is the basic gist. Plan a ride, ride it, don’t lose any points for being dumb, and of course arrive safely. It sounds easy while you’re sitting in your cozy house, but when you’re standing in a gas station in the rain at 3am after having ridden 16 hours, re-reading the rally book to double-check the bonus stop requirements – it seems a lot less easy. This is just typical pre-rally jitters talking though. Come Saturday evening after scoring when I’ve got a few beers swirling through me I’ll tell you it was a piece o’ cake.
Each year that I’ve done the Void, I go through the cycle of excitement and wonder prior to receiving the bonus locations, followed by the doubt of trying to plot a route. And then trying to plot another one. And another. And… another. Each year I feel like a complete idiot because there is nothing that jumps out as being the obvious answer for me.
Since receiving this year’s bonus list I’ve made about 10 different routes, none of which feel “right.” They’re all shit. They’re either too long, too boring, too low scoring – though I can’t possibly know that they’d be comparatively low-scoring. Ahhhhh, nuts. ::sigh:: I’m hoping that by tomorrow I’ll at least settle in on a route that I know I’m capable of riding and that I’ll just be fine with it.
Maybe my strength really will be in doing the paperwork. I don’t have to do great. I just have to do less bad than everyone else.
My rally starts in Reading, Pennsylvania at 8:30 on Friday morning. I have until that point to navigate my head out of my own ass. 😉
Dear, Aunt Mildred-
Long time reader, first time writer.
Today I spent some time trying to plan my Void Rally route. You know, based on the waypoints sent out on Friday? There were over 300 of them in total! Oh, Aunt Mildred, I’m so confused, I just don’t know what to do! I’m like a deer in the headlights. Never before have I been so unable to zero in on a route that seems right. Not even on my first rally.
No matter what I string together, I feel like my route is so low on points that surely it will be a disaster. I’m afraid that when they see our scores posted all the other riders at the banquet will point and laugh at me.
What should I do?
Hopeless on Long Island
What should you do? Well you could start by going in to your bedroom, opening up the top dresser drawer and pulling out your big girl panties and putting them on.
Bitch, please. Get a hold of yourself!
So you plan a shitty route and you find yourself at the bottom of the score sheet. Who cares? Did you ride? Did you see stuff you might not have ever visited unless someone said “go here!”? Is there beer at the end?
Well, then – Plan your ride, ride your plan and screw the small stuff like… points. Ride for riding sake and get your shit together, woman!
Yours in Horsepower,
Badass Honey Badger and Dispenser of Motorcycle Advice