137 miles in a day. 10,000 feet of climbing.
In the end, the anticipation was killer; the ride was not.
I spent the leading week riding a few mellow rides, just getting miles into my legs, and eating a lot of yams, but other than that, nothing special.
I really only felt bad once, while climbing out of Buena Vista (pronounced “byoona viss-tah” by the locals) on our way to Trout Pass. The sun roasted us while we pushed the pace slightly, and I overheated quickly. Luckily, I am wily and I managed to recover by controlling the pace with extra long pulls at a slower speed. Whew.
Everyone did great, and our biggest problem as a group was our collectively sore junk-al regions. Ouch.
Overall, we were able to maintain a 14.3 mph moving average for a total of about 9 hours, 30 minutes of riding time and something like 12 hours from car to car.