I'm alive

The Big Enchilada was eaten... but not completely, I had to get a doggy bag and save some for later.

I threw in the towel at 7pm last night in Central City, after riding pretty much since 5am. With some small food breaks thrown in. My total distance was in the 166.3 to low 170 range. My Garmin thought that it would be cool to act up yesterday, and shut off a couple times. It also has a shitty memory and only remembered (with elevation chart and heart rate and everything) the last 85 miles of the ride. I think the total climbing was somewhere around 13,000 feet.

We had an epic headwind most of the way. No joke, I don't know how one can ride a loop and get a head wind in almost every direction, but we did yesterday. Other than that, the weather held out, except for a small rain shower that lasted about 30 minutes. The funnest part of the ride was the killer crosswind at the top of Rocky Mountain National Park at 12,200 feet that we thought was going to blow the some of the riders off the road.

The legs held up. The right knee was a little sore, but no IT Band issues like years past. A little Vitamin I took care of that.

I took exactly no pictures from the ride. I had my camera in the van, but yeah, no photos. There was some taken by our van driver, I'll see if I can wrangle some up at a later date.

Oh, yeah, almost forgot, the raddest thing yelled from a car the whole day was some D Bag yelling at us to "Get Downhill Bikes!" I thought it was pretty classy. Especially since one of their bikes was strapped haphazardly to the top of their late 80s model Chevy Blazer, while the other two were secured(?) to a rear rack that's welding and craftsmanship could be rivaled by the K-6 grade local Waldorf schools arts and crafts class. (As a side note at least 2 of the 6 that I was riding with could, without a doubt school those jokers on their DH bikes, which they already own.)