February in July! Cold and windy. Every pedal stroke was serious work. I released my ration of jokes at the bottom because I knew this ride wouldn't have much conversation.
My knee never acquiesced to my efforts today - it hurt the whole way up, in the saddle and out. A less tough old bird would've quit... instead I soldiered on for my worst Junction time in months. Also, I forgot to wear my patriotic socks, but there weren't enough people on The Mountain to notice them anyway.
Wildlife Encounter: turkeys
Saw Nancy at Junction - after AIDS ride, Alta Alpina, and tons of training - she's itching to do the Death Ride. Una inspiración. Everybody else I talked to was complaining about the wind.
The fog was really thick up above 1200 feet elevation or so - condensation was dripping off the big trees onto the road so there were a lot of wet spots... creepy.
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| Are any experts out there who can confirm this was a tornado? |
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| Epic beard guy was epic. |
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