It's the longest ride I've done so far, and I did it on my single speed.
Coming back was straight into a headwind, which killed my average speed, made me the slowest rider, and caused me to curse like a sailor. But I still did it.
A year ago I couldn't have ridden nearly eighty miles, yet during this ride I felt good. I was in tune with my bike, keeping a decent speed and just thinking how great it felt to be out riding. And while the last twenty miles got pretty hard, I still ended the ride with a good feeling.
|Two of my riding buddies' bikes. A Celo Europa and a Trek.|
|Hellyer was right off the trail, and there were a few riders training. I stopped to watch and admire the bikes.|
|Everyone had lovely vintage steel. I was a little worried I'd get reamed for showing up on carbon.|
|Mandatory awkward shedding layers photo. At least he was a good sport about it.|
|Outside a tiny little burrito place in Gilroy, our destination that day.|