Seven riders, forming two teams, clipped in at 9:00 AM on Saturday, May 2, and set off on their journeys to Philadelphia. All seven starters finished within the 24-hour time limit. It was a small field for the 2026 Flèche, but the riding and the experiences were as strong as ever. Notably, five of the seven riders were women, with each team including one man, an impressive showing and one of the highlights of this year’s event.
| Escargots Volants |
The Escargots Volants team brought together a group of veteran randonneurs, led by captain Laurent Chambart and including Janice Chernekoff and Chris Newman. Starting from Montgomery, NJ, they traced a zigzag path across the state before turning toward Philadelphia for the final push.
| The Rando Racoons |
The Rando Raccoons, led by captain Alexa Ringer, included Jasen Lo and Maria Thomson, with experienced randonneuse Tracey Hinder providing a steady anchor. They rolled out from Manhattan, NY, worked their way through New Jersey, and crossed into Philadelphia over the Benjamin Franklin Bridge.
With a smaller field this year, the finish control was moved from the Chamounix Hostel to the Fishtown Diner. The change also proved practical, as the Broad Street Run would have made a cross-city ride to the hostel difficult for both teams.
| Fishtown Diner |
At the finish, riders were greeted by a cheerful group of supporters, including Nigel Greene and his wife Joyce, Maria’s partner Jon, and her teammates from the Whiz Kids Racing Team. It was a familiar flèche finish scene, with riders settling in somewhere between animated conversation and nodding-off kind of fatigue as the effort of the past 24 hours caught up with them.
| Nigel and Joyce cheer on The Escargot Volants |
A proper ride report for an event like this is best told through the riders’ own stories:
Laurent Chambart (Escargots Volants) writes...
A great full day (and night) was enjoyed on the bike in the excellent company of two Escargots Volants teammates on the 2026 Eastern PA Fleche. We were fortunate to be gently pushed Southwards all day Saturday by a rather cold wind, after what wind abated at the same time as night fell as and when we were changing direction towards Philadelphia. Along the way we visited altogether 5 Wawas and the Lower Bank Tavern, and had the surprise of bumping into the NJ RBA's NJ Fleche team at our first controle in New Egypt. What exactly is the probability for two teams heading respectively to Manhattan and Philadelphia to meet at exactly the same time, at exactly the same of the 270 Wawas to be found in New Jersey?
Traffic proved very light through the Pine Barrens, and rather light for a Saturday evening once at the Jersey Shore in Ocean City. We were able to leave the Shore still in daylight and night fell as we were making our way towards Mauricetown, where the smell of salty marshes was invigorating. Some bad road surfacing followed, fortunately only temporarily then roads became smooth and delightful as motorists were finally hitting the bed and vanishing from sight. The second half of the stage leading to Swedesboro proved to be my favorite moment of the ride, with the lovely countryside around us illuminated at times in the play of clouds with the full moon. If there were a reason to remind us why we ride at night and we actually love it, that was certainly such a moment.
After reaching Swedesboro with 2h30 to spare vs. a theoretical cut-off, and only 26 miles ahead of us for the following stage, we settled into a very relaxed and unhurried pace as we were entering a slightly more rolling part of New Jersey between Swedesboro and Cherry Hill. A Starbucks provided a table where to shut eyes for a little while, before we checked in and out of the penultimate controle in Cherry Hill as another day was emerging. We vigorously climbed the Ben Franklin bridge, quite possibly the biggest hill on our route, and after a bit of navigation struggles finally found the cycling track leading into the Arrivee in York Street where we crossed the finish line with 10 minutes to spare. We were then able to watch the arrival of the other team arriving from New York City, and everybody settled into the cafe for a joint breakfast after the satisfaction of a job well and pleasantly done.
Special thanks to fellow Escargots Volants Chris and Janice, and to Eastern PA RBA Brad, for making this possible.
Maria Thomson (The Rando Racoons) writes...
Our team came together in NYC Chez Ringer, where we loaded up on spaghetti, cake, and sleep. Saturday at 9am we made our depart but almost immediately faced a mechanical when Tracey got a flat. The morning continued to feel like a slog from there - city traffic was all around us for miles and miles, and we kept facing mechanicals and flats until we finally made a bike shop detour to replace Tracey’s tire entirely. Combined with the later-than-usual start time and hundreds of miles ahead of us, it was hard to shake the feeling that we were running behind. By mile ~70 we started hitting our stride, but around mile 127 we looked to the right and could STILL SEE THE NYC SKYLINE again leading us to feel that we had gone nowhere. It wasn’t until darkness set in and we finally started setting down the Jersey Shore that we really picked up speed and momentum; by that time, the mood had devolved into utter feral silliness. We trekked across New Jersey over the middle of the night, hitting up every Wawa possible as we now flipped the clock and were ahead of time without traffic to slow us down. After tackling our final mechanical boss (a 4:30am flat in utter darkness on an NJ main road) and our nth questionably necessary gravel “feature” we made it to our Beautiful 22-Hr Diner Controle where I promptly fell asleep while Jasen at soup. Indefatigable Tracey clocked the situation and heroically pulled my, Jasen, and Alexa’s tired butts through the final stretch to victory - 5 minutes to spare!
Thanks to CJ Arayata and Brad Layman for giving us tons of guidance for all of our first fleche, and feedback on our route, timing, controles!
Alexa Ringer (The Rando Raccoons) writes...
The low point was also my high point. By 3am, it was dark and cold and harder to distract myself from the task at hand when there wasn't even scenery to look at. The flats of the pine barrens offered no mental clue as to where we were. No gear to shift into to change it up. Just trudging along, I tried to focus on turns as my next goal but they were increasingly miles apart and agonizingly slow to reach. Just 3.1 miles to the next turn...3...2.9..... I was too tired to think about anything in particular, but needed something to keep me awake and my head was starting to hurt from too much caffeine. I've never been good at pulling all nighters for school or for partying. Typically in school I would give up on finishing the assignment, or leave the party despite promises that it would get better as the night went on. Looking up and seeing three friends pedal in unison in beat to the music we were blasting gave me a nameless gumption to just keep going. Just keep going. There was no grade or reward at the end, and it was certainly going to feel even worse the longer we went. Just keep going. It stopped mattering that we'd gotten to 200k, 300k, whatever. What mattered is that we were all embracing how ridiculous this task was, but pedaling, pedaling nonetheless. Pointing out the hazy moon behind the clouds and guessing at the scenery we would see in the light. My body was a chamber, emptied of all thought and emotion and in that rawness I loved seeing the Rando Raccoons persevere through the 24 hour fleche.
| Jasen documents his fourth bowl of soup |
Led by our captain A, three new flèche riders set forth home in Philly, accompanied by one adventurous New Yorker, via a circuitous route that guaranteed a thorough tour around North, Central and South Jersey.
We left A’s family home in NYC after a hearty bagel breakfast, towards the George Washington Bridge and stopping for a great view of the Statue of Liberty in Jersey City. After an early flat, we enjoyed a flown descent in the Watchung Reservation in North Jersey. A few brief gravel sections, including one on the D&L, and some suburban back roads took us to Bell’s Lab, a set piece of the TV show Severance. We hit the shore near Sandy Hook at sundown, seeing NYC on the skyline again after an entire day of riding. Only Wawa’s and quiet night riding remained, and I began consuming soups from various rest stops at a prodigious rate. T and M pulled for long sections, huge as sleep deprivation and fatigue took its steady toll. Another late flat at hour 22, but M’s calm mechanical skills prevailed and we made it past the Ben Franklin Bridge and the Fishtown Diner with only 8 minutes to spare following a heroic late pull from T. As T said, everything that could have gone wrong did, but we accomplished the journey anyways. Many thanks to A for stepping up to be a courageous CaptainI’ve come to understand this event as a cunning way to pair novice riders with more experienced randonneurs, and I’m grateful to T and A for showing me the ropes of tackling longer distances given their veteran randoneuring experience. I’ve no doubt that these experiences and the tricks of the trade that I’ve picked up will serve me well on the coming 400k.












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