Tranquility in the Foothills of Miaoli: Exploring the Miaoli Route 54

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Last weekend was a dreary one, with chills and fog blanketing much of central Taiwan. Therefore, I was happy to have another chance to cover some pavement in Miaoli County under slightly different circumstances.

One of the greatest things about cycling in central Taiwan, is the proximity to the foothills and the dozens of fantastic roads that snake through the fruit farms and along jungle streams in an innumerable combination of routes that offer exactly what the doctor ordered.

I had passed by an area that obviously had several small roads feeding into the North/South Highway 3. For some reason or another I had never tried to venture onto this blank spot on my cycling map.

This was an excellent opportunity for a look.



I joined up with Michael Turton, who supplies a nice commentary of the ride (here), and we rolled the familiar strips of asphalt to Jhuolan Township, where this ride was to officially begin. 

Sometimes it is not the distances or the places visited in a ride that make it special, but rather the style points of how you choose to traverse the terrain that really elevates a ride to one that is among the best. 

This is one of those routes.



We pushed off along the familiar and majestic Pinglin Rd. out of Jhuolan and loped along through tranquil citrus farms. The Pinglin Rd. is an excellent choice and I was a little reticent to tamper with a proven formula, but that is where the draw of the adventure comes from. 




Google was not very helpful as it had the road mislabeled and we initially took the wrong turn into an area that provided nothing but pleasant views and a pack of semi-domesticated dogs that wished for nothing more than to rip the flesh from my bones. Unfortunately,  over the past few months of inactivity,I have become a far more tempting morsel. 


After escaping Cerberus and his minions, we consumed every significant climb on the Pinglin Rd. At the top of the final climb, there is the junction with the Miaoli Rte. 54. This is not marked clearly on Google, so be aware. 



With just a few punchy climbs, the Route 54 delivers the rider into a well paved slithering track along the dips and ridges of the Miaoli foothills. Without any real traffic to speak of, the area was the picture of tranquility in central Taiwan. 



The scenery gave the false sense of topographic vastness that made the route such a great little gem. 


The Miaoli Rte 54 drops off the hill and back onto the Highway 3. From there we headed south to the 140km post and embarked on the Miaoli Route 52-3. 



The Route 52-3 is in excellent shape for most of the way as it hugs the northern contours of the Liyu Reservoir. The views have been better, but there was virtually no traffic to contend with making it a great continuation of the Route 54. 


As the smooth pavement runs out, the road makes an abrupt leap into the heavens at about a 30% grade. I can’t believe there was a time I would eat this road in one sitting. It isn’t simply the incline, but also the length of each ramp. 


Looking down at the road and the reservoir can be mesmerizing.



After cresting the hill, it is a zippy descent through bamboo tunnels along hidden marshes and tributaries far below. The roads can be dirty and slick after a rain, so ride with care. 

We popped out below the reservoir and made it back via the Highway 13 through Houli. 

I highly recommend this route for anyone looking for something new, beautiful and challenging that is less that 100km round trip. 

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Backwards Day: Sanyi Saddle Sore


On Saturday I took some time to share some cycling moments with my buddy Chris, and in doing so, I was inspired to go out Sunday morning with the odd notion that I would go out and inflict a heavy amount of pain upon myself, then return home all the better for it. That was the plan.


I took off with a rough idea of what I wanted to do. It involved mixing a couple previous routes through southern Miaoli County into one route for climbing and distance.

I was deep in the drops before ever leaving the front door. Everything felt great. I was humming along feeling great. My speed was encouraging and at times I felt motorized.

The question I had in the back of my mind, was how long I could sustain this pace.

I left the door prepared for an entirely different ride.

I left prepared for a winter ride with breakfast, a few stops and a tailwind on the return trip.


Route 49

As I cut through Fengyuan, I noticed they had changed my regular viaduct to the Highway 3 and had neglected to post any signage at the location.

I thought I’d have a go of it, and chose the middle lane for scooters.

The next thing I knew, I was on the Highway 13 in Houli.

Today was to be Backwards Day.

As the visionary landscape artist, Bob Ross, used to always say, “There are no mistakes… only happy little accidents.”

I decided to work this error into my plan for the day and approach the route backwards. This meant hammering up to Sanyi on the Highway 13 and then traversing over to the Miaoli Route 130 via the Route 49.



This is a beautifully forested route, which pitches and dives through the foothills of Miaoli.


I incidentally cut through the Sheng Shing Tourist Station and dodged the meandering tourists as I tried to escape as quickly as possible.

Sheng Shing Station



There were several recreational cycling clubs out enjoying the weather.


I was also pleased to see the Route 130 included as an official part of the Miaoli Bikeway.


The morning haze had burned off by mod-morning. All of a sudden it dawned on me that I hadn’t brought my sunscreen.

In Taiwan, it seems we have the first “hot ride” of the year at about this point. This is when the weather transitions from winter chills to blazing heat.

The transition is hard on the body.

After a good ride is oppressive heat, the summer riding becomes much easier… but oh the getting used to it….


Here I was, stuck at the bottom of a stiff climb, the sun beating down… wearing a jacket. I hadn’t eaten enough and I wasn’t carrying as much water, having gotten used to sipping my supplies in the cooler weather I was expecting.


I mounted my attack on the back of the Route 130 up Guan-dao Shan. It was nice to take my time to enjoy the views going up. I usually reserve this stretch of pavement for the screaming descent it offers, but this time I was learning all about what this mountain is made of.

While the front side of Guan-dao Shan is a hot, quick spin to the top, the back side is a slow burning grind. It is much less fun than the opposite way.

I was passed by numerous riders who already knew what I was thinking and took the descent from the front rather than heaving up the side I was on.

The Climb


There were a couple riders joining me from the Sanyi side.


I came upon one old guy in coaching pants, who had managed to eat the whole climb out of the saddle on his mountain bike.

He wasn’t carrying any water, but instead he had a soaked rag stuffed into a jury rigged container made from a plastic bottle.


I was soon slicing down the opposite side of the hill, pivoting on axis as the inertia made steering as easy as a little shift in weight.


By the time I got to the Highway 3, I knew I was pretty tired. So, I turned left onto the Highway 3 and went out to Dahu to continue my ride up the Route 55 on Pinglin Road.


Pinglin Rd. is another of those roads I have only ridden from Jhuolan and it seems far more forgiving coming from the southern end.


By this time my jacket was caked with the chalky white dust from the salt that had been distilled from my body, baked out by the unrelenting sun.


The part of Pinglin Rd. near Dahu has three or for good climbs that were just killing me.
I felt a cramp in my quad and eased off the bike for a stretch.

Just at that moment a yokel in a blue truck comes by and shouts out the window that I should be riding up the hill and not resting.

It was like the guy wanted to be punched in the face.

First of all, this is the first real climbing I have done since November.

Second: I had just hauled my ass up several nasty little climbs and one major hill.

Third: After losing so much to overuse injuries, the last thing I want to do is to mess my leg up again, and therefore, I take every sensation in my leg seriously.

And therein lies the big question…. How does one come back from an injury of this nature without re-injuring oneself while increasing stress on the muscles? You only know when too much is too much after the fact.


I suffered through the remaining hills with the assurance that with a steady wind from the north, it would be gravy all the way to Jhuolan. I imagined sliding out of the hills and into downtown Jhuolan with a steady wind at my back to mask my lack of conditioning.


I was sorely mistaken.

From other corroborating reports I have heard, Taiwan experienced the most inexplicable steady wind from the south… just for a couple hours yesterday about mid-day.

It made the whole route a pugilistic fight for ground and headway. What a pisser!

Pinglin Rd.

I arrived for a rest stop in Jhuolan and then headed toward Taichung. Before long, a breeze was pushing me from behind. I was charging forward in a deep tuck at 45kph toward home.

I am sure I am a better person for all of this… but it was admittedly a pretty hard day in the saddle.

Pinglin Road (坪林路): First Ride Report Of Lunar New Year


With the Lunar New Year vacation upon us and no bicycle, things were looking bleak for any vacation riding. I have been sitting around for a few weeks getting soft. I had become so weak I was entirely unable to prevent one chocolate after another from jumping into my mouth.

I really needed to ride and I finally was able to make that happen.

Kinesis Bike


Rocky Huang fron T-Mosaic bikes took pity on me and was kind enough to loan me his custom aluminum Kinesis bike, which is some kind of triathlon trainer. It helps that Rocky and I are pretty similar in size, so we really didn’t need to adjust anything.

The bike is a compact little ride wet up with a mix of Campagnolo Centaur and Record 10spd. Oh my! I secretly think this was a sales ploy to convince me to buy a Campy gruppo in the future. The shifting is so crisp and sure… I love it.

Orchards of Zhuolan


It was another cold morning, so I bundled up in my cold weather gear and ventured out into the chill. Luckily I was only cold for a few minutes until my legs could wake up.

My down time had taken its toll on my legs… a sensation compounded by the standard 53/39 tooth chainrings as opposed to my compact set-up.

I met up with Michael Turton with the simple plan to ride to points North.

Cold Day For Fishing


We took it easy for the first part of the morning with breakfast and coffee… before stopping in Zhuolan for another coffee.

It was at this second coffee stop a plan actually materialized (and I just love it when a plan comes together).

Michael Works With New Camera


We decided to take Pinglin Rd. a.k.a. Miaoli 55. I had never taken this road all the way through and neither had Michael, so we leapt at the chance to try something new. I just hoped I wouldn’t beat myself up over a bunch of steep hills with unconditioned legs and a maximum 26-tooth rear cog.

Stream Of Thought?


The road took up into the foothills behind Zhuolan where the fruit orchards fall down onto more orchards. The entire landscape is dotted with fruit trees, which, I am sure, is absolutely stunning in the sunshine. Unfortunately, we were stuck with the grey palette of a mid-winter’s day.

Private Eyes Are Watching You!


Just up the road there is a river valley with a popular waterfall down below. We decided to skip the sight seeing and continued out climbing.

Green Valley

Posing

Farming Village


The road was a series of dips and rises in the landscape, but there were plenty of occasions to buy water if we wished, so this would make a great ride come summer.

Lunch?


There were also plenty of people out busily tending their gardens and preparing their orchards for the next crop.

Michael Makes His Ascent


A few of the hills were pretty steep, but we could always see the tops, which is great for the morale in the midst of a climb.

No Hunting Praying Mantis


We finally reached the highest point and found we had several options for an exit to Zhuolan. We decided to drop out of the hills into Nanhu, near Dahu Township. Unfortunately, the high speeds and low temperatures robbed us of a few great photos that will have to wait until next time.

Hanging At The Reservoir


After a lunch break in Nanhu we headed home back up the Highway 3. With a tailwind and a day to get used to the new bike, I found I was making good time up over the rollers back to Zhuolan.

The Construction Industrial State Is Alive And Well


We passed the dam and rolled on home. I am sure I will be feeling it tomorrow, but for now it was just great to get back on the bike. It was also great to be out riding with Michael again after his return from Sabah, Borneo.

Just a really nice day for a ride.