Preliminary results for the 2025 PA Randonneurs Flèche are available on the website along with finish line photos. Barring any issues, results will be submitted to RUSA and ACP soon and will become official eventually. Please check them over and let me know if they seem correct. The homologation process takes time. Although you may see an ACP certification number in the records before the end of 2025, don't expect your paper certificate from ACP till early 2027.
Four of six teams completed their self-designed courses. There were 25 registered riders. Of those, 21 started and 14 finished (67%).
The finish at Chamounix was staffed by Ben Keenan, along with several other well wishers who were there to cheer the finishers. CJ Arayata gathered several photos and great videos in this gallery.
Finish control volunteer Ben Keenan writes....
We had a good clear cold April morning as the riders streamed in the final quarter mile stretch to Chamounix, arriving in mostly good spirits , at least considering they’d been riding all night in the cold, wind and rain. Smiles and good humor masked weariness, sore legs and courage (the kind not worn on a sleeve) as the riders turned in soggy cards. A fleche is one of those things nobody tells you how hard it is until after you’ve already found out for yourself (and no longer have anyone else to blame!), but it is also unforgettable. Well done all! Special thanks to the great group that showed up to cheer the riders, some of whom brought excellent cookies, brownies and vegan doughnuts.
Will Sherman (No Pressure) writes...
Team No Pressure returned to a familiar route from New York City to Philadelphia. With one teammate out sick, we pressed on with just three riders. We met at Whitehall Terminal in Manhattan, grabbed breakfast and boarded the Staten Island Ferry. After a quick team photo at Staten Island Borough Hall, we crossed the Goethals Bridge into New Jersey and turned south, facing headwinds toward the Pine Barrens. Rain held off until our first control, a Wawa in New Egypt, followed by intermittent downpours as we rode to another Wawa in Egg Harbor City. The skies cleared up while we ate, and we pedaled onwards, drying off in the sun with all the rain behind us. Our good fortune nearly ended when a crank arm came loose on the Garden State Parkway Bridge. Nobody was carrying the exceptionally-large allen key to reattach it, but a bike repair stand was found a few yards away, and after some wrenching in the dark, we were back on the road. After another Wawa control in Dennisville, we turned back north, still facing headwinds through the quiet Pine Barrens. Our stops were brief, and we were able to take a short nap at a motel before we reached our 22-hour control (a Wawa, of course). The sun was up and shining brightly as we navigated to the Ben Franklin Bridge and through Philadelphia to the finish. Thanks to all volunteers who made this possible and welcomed us in after our surprisingly tough, windy, and wet journey.
Brad Layman (Thunder Gun Express) writes...
"You better get going—you don't want to miss one second of that ride! It's the best goddamn ride I've ever done in my life!" True to Thunder Gun code, the gang—Ben Swartz, Dan Plechaty, Jakub Piven, and I—kicked off our 24-hour adventure at Chez Ben, cheered on by two extremely friendly cats who clearly understood the gravity of our mission.
Our first stop was Café Layman, where we visited my parents and fueled up before taking on the unknown. Jakub crushed the hills like a true Thunder Gun hero, while Dan enjoyed his final big rando hurrah before leveling up to Dad Mode. Ben battled back from an early bout of dehydration, proving once again that the gang refuses to back down—no brakes, no surrender, no rider left behind!
Mother Nature gave us the full treatment: rain at the start, a tease of sunshine, a legit thunderstorm (Thunder Gun style), then finally clearing skies—but the winds stayed wild all the way to Philly. Overnight, Lancaster County served up tough headwinds, but most of the time we had the wind at our backs.
At around 3 a.m., we stopped at a Turkey Hill, where Ben set an alarm for a quick nap. When it went off, it jolted the whole squad awake like we were under attack from the sewers—we were ready to ride. We nearly thought disaster had struck again when we arrived at our diner control just after dawn and saw the "Closed" sign still hanging. But in true Thunder Gun spirit, we refused to accept defeat—the doors were actually open, and we feasted gloriously on griddle toppers.
Other highlights: we each sampled the world-famous Royal Farms (RoFo) chicken (Thunder Gun approved), inhaled Dragon China Kitchen dinner specials in Delta, PA, and tightened up the paceline to Thundergun it across the Holtwood Bridge without getting passed by a single car.
Finally, we rolled down Main Street Manayunk, which Rando Joey D graciously closed off for our grand arrival. He and Maria T were waiting at Volo Coffee to cheer us towards the finish line, capping off a grimy, glorious Thunder Gun adventure. We Thundergunned the s#*+ out of that ride!
[ED: By completing this Flèche, Brad Layman earns the rare and prestigious PA R-5000 award, signifying completion of the PA 200, 300, 400, 6000, 1000, and 1200K+ events. Only six riders have achieved this honor. They are: Judson L Hand, Guy Harris, Benjamin Keenan, Brad Layman, William Olsen (2), Norman Smeal. Congratulations Brad and welcome to this exclusive club. ]
Gavin Biebuyck (Coast Cycles) writes...
Surreal - bridges and rivers and canals and ocean and dirt and woods and smoke and chasing shadows
We began in Brooklyn with a flat tire but had that fixed with enough time to grab coffee and stroll onto the open gangway of the Staten Island Ferry.
Meandering across Staten Island from our official start at the ferry terminal and across North Jersey we soon found ourselves at the highest point on our ride.
A surprisingly mediocre coffee shop was respite for the first wave of storms, we carried this luck to the Atlantic where we crossed over to Sandy Hook and were rewarded with one last view of the NYC skyline over 100 miles into our ride.
We pushed south along the Jersey Shore as the sun set, by the time we got to the area of the recent wildfire it was dark and eerie. Smoke rose to our right, we pulled our neck gators over our noses as we passed between burnt sections.
Turning into the West wind, our reward for crossing the pine barrens were two disappointments at Wawas- the first with no bathroom and the second under construction, prompting a slight deviation in our middle of the night waiting game plans.
Finally we made it to Chamounix after a detour through the city center and up the greenbelt. This homestretch may have felt like the longest 25k of the ride.
Cheng-Hong Li (Tri-State Arrow Express) writes...
We suffered horrendous weather 24-hour straight: strong headwinds, down pouring rains, cold ocean fog, and freezing temperature plus windchill in the early morning hours. But riding at midnight along the quiet roads beside the Delaware River was magical and unforgettable.And, of course, the final 22 hour control at WAWA was the best: with chairs to nap by! We persevered and made it to the finish in time.
Four teams made it on time, two didn't, but the two that didn't quite make it on time still showed steel resolve and exemplified the spirit of randonneuring.
Chris flatted as we entered the Ben Franklin bridge in Camden. He had used his spare tube Saturday as had I. No one else had tube that would fit. So we started pumping and he would ride ask long as it would allow then stop again. We stopped three times then on fourth he said we should go and leave him Bob’s pump. He arrived probably an hour after us, not sure exactly, each pump lasting less than the prior one. We raced like on an urban time trial but the combo of longer-distance from last control than required and stopping for tire put us over.
