Today was the longest official day of the whole tour at 162 miles. We had a brisk North wind to contend with from the start. All flags were stiff as boards pointing straight across our path. We would have to contend with this nasty crosswind for most of the day.
In order to deal with it, we started out with a large group and rode a rotating pace line. Riders rode through on the right side, and then eased off when they pulled over to the left. This became very efficient, and the first 86 miles up to lunch melted away. Our core group was Nigel, Brian, Keith, yellow Spinergy Bob, Dave, Les, Steven, and I. After lunch, we had the wind at our backs for 35 miles. Keith blasted part of this section out and did not drop under 27mph. We regrouped at a rest stop, then continued to blast out the rest at similar speeds with a double pace line. We then turned into the wind again and started another rotating pace line, and did it riding echelon as well. Steve sprinted for the Kansas state line, but there was no welcome sign! We stopped at the last stop and refueled again. Excellent white macadamia chocolate chip cookies were available and eaten in quantity.
The last twenty miles were on a pretty busy road so we all rode in at our own pace. The on bike average for the day was 19.6mph. It was great to ride with such a strong experienced group of riders. Our teamwork made the day much more bearable than imagined.
Kansas is flat and there are lots of cornfields. We some cattle, and at one point, we saw a collection of llamas! Lots of farm machinery in the fields. There are still lots of small undulations in the roads as we dip down to creeks and gulleys. We are going to have to be very creative about sightseeing.
We had dinner at a museum sponsored by the town. The local residents were very nice and the food was excellent, plus the museum was pretty fancy. Dairy Queen topped the night off.
More of Kansas for the next couple of days. Another big day tomorrow with 150 miles.
Wednesday, September 20, 2000
Tuesday, September 19, 2000
Alamosa, CO to La Junta, CO - 146 miles
We were the last people to leave today at 7:15. There is supposed to be a staggered start with the slow people leaving first, then the fast riders. Some riders leave before everyone else though and are fairly fast riders. They don't stop long at stops either. Anyway, Nigel, Keith, Brian, and I started a good pace line as we rode into the blinding yellow morning sun. It was also quite nippy out; everyone was bundled up really good. We got a good rhythm going, we passed a lot of people, then Wes and Terri joined us. We got to the first stop at 30 miles. Lon was taking everyone's picture with our bicycles. Another picture of me in my bug-eye sunglasses.
We started our ascent over the 9400-foot La Veta pass. There was a good tailwind and I big-ringed it with a 53x23. Took some pictures at the summit sign. Nigel, my fellow fearless downhiller, went ahead of me, and I was right behind him. We whistled down the mountain. We both topped out at 50mph several times. Brown fields surrounded us. A fierce tailwind pushed us along at speeds between 25-40mph. We would descend over 3000 feet by the time we got to lunch. This section we did in record time.
Had a sandwich, potato chips, and a Chocolate Suzy-Q for lunch. We got another pace line going again. We picked up Spencer for a bit. Up and down through endless empty fields of brown grass. There were occasional scattered boulders and trees. A sign had warned of 72 miles without services, this was no joke.
We reassembled at the next rest stop and did not stay long. The wind began to turn on us. The next stop was at the top of a hill by a microwave radio tower. Refill of water bottles, watermelon, some Pringles and we are off again. We are taking strong pulls at the front to make this day over already. We start to enter some fields, and more populated area. The town line is declared as the sprint. Wes, Mr. 56 tooth front chaining, takes off with Brian and me in pursuit. We catch him, they draft me down a small hill, and then they both take off up it, leaving me behind. I watch Wes win the sprint up ahead. We need more of this to break things up. I just need to make sure the next town line is not at the top of a hill.
Tomorrow is our longest day at 161 miles as we go to Kansas. Hopefully the wind will be at our backs.
We started our ascent over the 9400-foot La Veta pass. There was a good tailwind and I big-ringed it with a 53x23. Took some pictures at the summit sign. Nigel, my fellow fearless downhiller, went ahead of me, and I was right behind him. We whistled down the mountain. We both topped out at 50mph several times. Brown fields surrounded us. A fierce tailwind pushed us along at speeds between 25-40mph. We would descend over 3000 feet by the time we got to lunch. This section we did in record time.
Had a sandwich, potato chips, and a Chocolate Suzy-Q for lunch. We got another pace line going again. We picked up Spencer for a bit. Up and down through endless empty fields of brown grass. There were occasional scattered boulders and trees. A sign had warned of 72 miles without services, this was no joke.
We reassembled at the next rest stop and did not stay long. The wind began to turn on us. The next stop was at the top of a hill by a microwave radio tower. Refill of water bottles, watermelon, some Pringles and we are off again. We are taking strong pulls at the front to make this day over already. We start to enter some fields, and more populated area. The town line is declared as the sprint. Wes, Mr. 56 tooth front chaining, takes off with Brian and me in pursuit. We catch him, they draft me down a small hill, and then they both take off up it, leaving me behind. I watch Wes win the sprint up ahead. We need more of this to break things up. I just need to make sure the next town line is not at the top of a hill.
Tomorrow is our longest day at 161 miles as we go to Kansas. Hopefully the wind will be at our backs.
Monday, September 18, 2000
Pagosa Springs, CO to Alamosa, CO - 91 miles
The morning started out with winds whipping around, dark purplish blue clouds hovering over the mountain tops in the distance, and occasional raindrops sputtering down on us. We descended into the hunting town of Pagosa Springs. This is your typical Colorado postcard scenery - green mountainsides, small lakes, fields with horses in them, snow-capped peaks in the horizon. The dark angry gray clouds off in the distance looked extremely ominous. Several white jagged streaks of lightning danced on the top of one of the peaks. We were ascending up to a mass of earth that has its own personality, capable of changing at any minute. I just hoped we would not see any of that lightning. This was a scene out of Dante's Inferno.
Riders were all strung out. I stopped and got some pictures of the sky and a mountaintop. As we pulled into the first stop at 18 miles, it became apparent we would be veering away to the right of the lightning valley. Just eight more steep (7% grade) miles to the top. The fast guys were way ahead, as everyone left before me, and I like my kneecaps. Lon was climbing this thing on his single speed before everyone else. There were basically three turns to wind up over this pass. Some sheer rock cliffs were on our left hand side at one point, a sign warned to "watch for falling rock". The road was pitted from this falling rock hitting this concrete section of road. We went around the first switchback. There was a breathtaking view below of the valley we just climbed up. More pictures. There was a run away truck stop to our left, always a good sign you climbing (or descending) a monster hill. I passed quite a few riders. One last stretch through some work area. I look back and there is Spencer. All right, none of that. Drop, drop, goes my chain and I drift ahead. At the top, Lon is waiting with the van. There is no "Wolf Creek Pass" sign, however. This is a brown sign common in mountain passes that notes the name of the pass and the elevation. Great for taking pictures with. Someone supposedly stole it. Those damn kids! A "Continental Divide" sign had to do. I got my cold weather stuff on, as it was around 50 degrees. I put on booties, another jacket, big gloves, ear covers, leg, and arm warmers. Nice and toasty. The fellow with five chain rings in the front pulled in. I suppose they come in handy at some point, but possibly having 30, 35, or 40 gears would just confuse me. My 39x25 rarely got used as I mostly stayed in my 39x23 and 39x21. You sure can feel the burn of your legs when you exert yourself over your pace. The lack of oxygen has not bothered me too much, but you definitely have to be careful.
The long descent started. A semi passed me. I gained on it then whoosh I pass it. We go under a snow-shed tunnel and I slow things down a bit. Then out of it the speedometer says 52mph. The wind is buffeting me and I realize its time to feather the brakes a bit to slow down. The road narrows at one point and I stop to get a good picture. Then another stop to shed some layers of clothing. Jay and I whip along and almost pass lunch by. After a peanut butter, jelly, and BBQ chip sandwich, and some macaroni and cheese, we jump on the road. There is a screaming tailwind. The next stop is 25 miles, and I cover that in under an hour - and I had time enough to take a leak and a picture! A small group assembled at the stop. As a tandem leaves, we hop onto their wheel and the mileposts whiz by. Riding behind a tandem is a dream. You might as well have a truck in front of you.
We finished this short day around 2pm. Tomorrow is a long day - 146 miles, followed by a 161-mile day. Tailwind - stay!
Riders were all strung out. I stopped and got some pictures of the sky and a mountaintop. As we pulled into the first stop at 18 miles, it became apparent we would be veering away to the right of the lightning valley. Just eight more steep (7% grade) miles to the top. The fast guys were way ahead, as everyone left before me, and I like my kneecaps. Lon was climbing this thing on his single speed before everyone else. There were basically three turns to wind up over this pass. Some sheer rock cliffs were on our left hand side at one point, a sign warned to "watch for falling rock". The road was pitted from this falling rock hitting this concrete section of road. We went around the first switchback. There was a breathtaking view below of the valley we just climbed up. More pictures. There was a run away truck stop to our left, always a good sign you climbing (or descending) a monster hill. I passed quite a few riders. One last stretch through some work area. I look back and there is Spencer. All right, none of that. Drop, drop, goes my chain and I drift ahead. At the top, Lon is waiting with the van. There is no "Wolf Creek Pass" sign, however. This is a brown sign common in mountain passes that notes the name of the pass and the elevation. Great for taking pictures with. Someone supposedly stole it. Those damn kids! A "Continental Divide" sign had to do. I got my cold weather stuff on, as it was around 50 degrees. I put on booties, another jacket, big gloves, ear covers, leg, and arm warmers. Nice and toasty. The fellow with five chain rings in the front pulled in. I suppose they come in handy at some point, but possibly having 30, 35, or 40 gears would just confuse me. My 39x25 rarely got used as I mostly stayed in my 39x23 and 39x21. You sure can feel the burn of your legs when you exert yourself over your pace. The lack of oxygen has not bothered me too much, but you definitely have to be careful.
The long descent started. A semi passed me. I gained on it then whoosh I pass it. We go under a snow-shed tunnel and I slow things down a bit. Then out of it the speedometer says 52mph. The wind is buffeting me and I realize its time to feather the brakes a bit to slow down. The road narrows at one point and I stop to get a good picture. Then another stop to shed some layers of clothing. Jay and I whip along and almost pass lunch by. After a peanut butter, jelly, and BBQ chip sandwich, and some macaroni and cheese, we jump on the road. There is a screaming tailwind. The next stop is 25 miles, and I cover that in under an hour - and I had time enough to take a leak and a picture! A small group assembled at the stop. As a tandem leaves, we hop onto their wheel and the mileposts whiz by. Riding behind a tandem is a dream. You might as well have a truck in front of you.
We finished this short day around 2pm. Tomorrow is a long day - 146 miles, followed by a 161-mile day. Tailwind - stay!
Sunday, September 17, 2000
Cortez, CO to Pagosa Springs, CO - 114 miles
Today started out with a nice climb up to 8000 feet (we started well above 6000 though). Rode part of the climb with Mike from California. At the first stop, recharged with some food - I'm getting a thing for Pringles - and Coke. Since today was going to mostly up and down, I figured I would ride alone. The next section was basically a screaming downhill into Durango. There were some slack jawed Billy Bob types in some of the pickups passing us. But everyone gave us a pretty good berth when passing.
After Durango, some more slow rollers into the countryside. Cows and horses were in fields next to the road. Tall mountains loomed everywhere as we snaked through valleys between them. Large billowy clouds hovered around some peaks, looking threatening, casting their shadows down their sides. There can be very localized weather patterns on mountains; hopefully we won't get caught in any.
Lunch was hamburgers! I woofed down two pickle, tomato, lettuce, and onion laden burgers and pondered getting a third. Phil from Florida did not ponder and helped himself to his third. Bisti the Pactour mascot dog got a burger dropped by the cook. Bisti likes burgers!
Left and we had more of the up and down. We had gone off the main road Route 160 on some back roads; they were pleasantly lightly traveled and very scenic. Pulling up to the last rest stop in the shadow of Chimney Rock, we were almost done. More grape soda, some chocolate chip cookies, watermelon, and Pringles. The last section had some climbing. Stopped at a historical marker before town. It was the spot where a frontiersman fought an Indian in a knife fight to settle a land dispute (the Indian lost - sorry!).
Tomorrow is the dreaded Wolf Creek Pass at 10,800 feet. Someone said it already has snowed up there. Keith has been up it on his motorcycle, and says the only thing he was thinking of when he went up it was how un-fun it would be to do on a bicycle. Lon said there might be a semi official race after the first checkpoint up the pass, at mile 18. Mile 26 is the summit, and we then drop to 4000 feet. This is going to be a fun downhill.
After Durango, some more slow rollers into the countryside. Cows and horses were in fields next to the road. Tall mountains loomed everywhere as we snaked through valleys between them. Large billowy clouds hovered around some peaks, looking threatening, casting their shadows down their sides. There can be very localized weather patterns on mountains; hopefully we won't get caught in any.
Lunch was hamburgers! I woofed down two pickle, tomato, lettuce, and onion laden burgers and pondered getting a third. Phil from Florida did not ponder and helped himself to his third. Bisti the Pactour mascot dog got a burger dropped by the cook. Bisti likes burgers!
Left and we had more of the up and down. We had gone off the main road Route 160 on some back roads; they were pleasantly lightly traveled and very scenic. Pulling up to the last rest stop in the shadow of Chimney Rock, we were almost done. More grape soda, some chocolate chip cookies, watermelon, and Pringles. The last section had some climbing. Stopped at a historical marker before town. It was the spot where a frontiersman fought an Indian in a knife fight to settle a land dispute (the Indian lost - sorry!).
Tomorrow is the dreaded Wolf Creek Pass at 10,800 feet. Someone said it already has snowed up there. Keith has been up it on his motorcycle, and says the only thing he was thinking of when he went up it was how un-fun it would be to do on a bicycle. Lon said there might be a semi official race after the first checkpoint up the pass, at mile 18. Mile 26 is the summit, and we then drop to 4000 feet. This is going to be a fun downhill.
Saturday, September 16, 2000
Chinle, AZ to Cortez, CO - 141 miles
We started this day early due to the long distance. I woofed down some oatmeal with brown sugar and milk, a yogurt, some cheese Danish, and OJ. I was a little nervous going out onto the road in the semi-darkness on this Indian reservation. Late night Thunderbird drinking, pickup driving Indians combined with us bicycle-riding idiots would make anyone nervous. Luckily we greeted the sunrise quickly, as a huge 15 or so rider pace line formed. There were beautiful red rock buttes and mesas all over the place and the red rising sun made odd beautiful shadows. We stopped to take several pictures.
I ditched the Camelbak at the first stop. That darned thing is annoying on your back all day. It was essential in the desert, but it has only been getting up to 90 or so in this high desert. Two big water bottles with ice would keep me for roughly 30 miles (A Camelback is a large plastic bag, typically 70 oz, of water covered with Neoprene for insulation, and worn like a backpack).
The next segment we rode by Half Dome Rock, an interesting butte. Then we whipped along in a tailwind into the next stop. I rode with Jay, who was on his every other ride day from crewing. Refueled at the next stop, then rode with Kimberly, the Serotta couple, and Stu. Had a nice big tuna sandwich with red juicy tomatoes, green sandwich slice pickles, cheese, and lettuce. A perfect sandwich. Some AZ state troopers stopped to warn us about nutty European tourist drivers who have a predilection for riding on the wrong side of the road (maybe they are just bad drivers?). Pat, who is an ex-New York City cop, was in her element chatting away with them. Susan said they were the nicest cops she'd ever met.
Hopped on a tandem for some nice descents. Turned off for the "four corners" stop - where Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, and Colorado all join. Got my picture taken on the plaque. Had a bubble-gum flavored snow cone. A big group left and we descended into Colorado. A few climbs thrown in. Nigel and I rode together, and he added to his story about his three-month truck trip from London to Nepal in 1979. He said this trip reminded him of that one because of the mixed bag of people and every one's different story. To be able to physically do this ride is a feat in itself, but getting the time off is the bigger feat for most.
The last section was into Cortez. Nigel and I stopped for a Dairy Queen shake right before the motel. Mesa Verde, the famous cliff dwelling place is around here so this is a tourist town. Plus supposedly there is a large German speaking population here and we have some motel literature in German.
The dreaded Wolf Creek Pass is coming up on Monday. I met with my Great Uncle and Aunt for dinner and they told me the road up Wolf Creek Pass is in really good condition compared to what is has been like in the past. Hopefully it won't be snowing!
I ditched the Camelbak at the first stop. That darned thing is annoying on your back all day. It was essential in the desert, but it has only been getting up to 90 or so in this high desert. Two big water bottles with ice would keep me for roughly 30 miles (A Camelback is a large plastic bag, typically 70 oz, of water covered with Neoprene for insulation, and worn like a backpack).
The next segment we rode by Half Dome Rock, an interesting butte. Then we whipped along in a tailwind into the next stop. I rode with Jay, who was on his every other ride day from crewing. Refueled at the next stop, then rode with Kimberly, the Serotta couple, and Stu. Had a nice big tuna sandwich with red juicy tomatoes, green sandwich slice pickles, cheese, and lettuce. A perfect sandwich. Some AZ state troopers stopped to warn us about nutty European tourist drivers who have a predilection for riding on the wrong side of the road (maybe they are just bad drivers?). Pat, who is an ex-New York City cop, was in her element chatting away with them. Susan said they were the nicest cops she'd ever met.
Hopped on a tandem for some nice descents. Turned off for the "four corners" stop - where Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, and Colorado all join. Got my picture taken on the plaque. Had a bubble-gum flavored snow cone. A big group left and we descended into Colorado. A few climbs thrown in. Nigel and I rode together, and he added to his story about his three-month truck trip from London to Nepal in 1979. He said this trip reminded him of that one because of the mixed bag of people and every one's different story. To be able to physically do this ride is a feat in itself, but getting the time off is the bigger feat for most.
The last section was into Cortez. Nigel and I stopped for a Dairy Queen shake right before the motel. Mesa Verde, the famous cliff dwelling place is around here so this is a tourist town. Plus supposedly there is a large German speaking population here and we have some motel literature in German.
The dreaded Wolf Creek Pass is coming up on Monday. I met with my Great Uncle and Aunt for dinner and they told me the road up Wolf Creek Pass is in really good condition compared to what is has been like in the past. Hopefully it won't be snowing!
Friday, September 15, 2000
Winslow, AZ to Chinle, AZ - 122 miles
After yesterday's odyssey, this was an easy day. Yesterday was a good way to make the rest of the trip look easy (hopefully). Leaving Winslow we rode by the famous "standing on a corner" corner in town. It is referred to by the Eagle's song "Take it Easy". Not sure if the Eagles made it famous or it already was famous. I rode with mixed bunch - Ed, Renny, Jim, some others. After the first stop, we entered the Navajo Nation by crossing a cattle guard. Apparently cattle roam free in here. As we went up the road, we saw some cows and sheep grazing right next to the road. I snapped a few pictures.
Pulling up to the second stop we met up with Brian and Nigel. We took off together and rode to lunch. The scenery was mostly brown plains, with far off mesas spotting the horizon on all sides. You can see around you for fifty miles in all directions. Plus we are so high up (I think around 5000 ft), the air is clear of pollution.
At the next stop at 100 miles, we gorged on more food. We had a great vantage point high above Chinle. The next 22 miles we whipped into town with a great tailwind and some decent downhill's.
We've been told the days will be getting easier as we get stronger. I'm starting to get to know more of the people on the trip. Some are going through some real pains. Apparently the "fast guys" group is no more due to various reasons. Keith is riding very strong and reported this. Some of the faster riders like to only stop very briefly and never for pictures. I like to stop for pictures and I enjoy the stops. But I still would not mind being in the first group once. Maybe in the flats of Kansas (maybe not!).
We have 19 more days of riding to go. We loose an hour as we switch time zones when we ride into Cortez, Colorado tomorrow evening. Well they are having an ice cream party soon; I will be gorging myself on ice cream and chocolate sauce.
Some other riders with laptops are maintaining a website with pictures, a map of the route, and some links to other sites. The address is http://www.caltriplecrown.com Click on the "Central Transcontinental" link.
Pulling up to the second stop we met up with Brian and Nigel. We took off together and rode to lunch. The scenery was mostly brown plains, with far off mesas spotting the horizon on all sides. You can see around you for fifty miles in all directions. Plus we are so high up (I think around 5000 ft), the air is clear of pollution.
At the next stop at 100 miles, we gorged on more food. We had a great vantage point high above Chinle. The next 22 miles we whipped into town with a great tailwind and some decent downhill's.
We've been told the days will be getting easier as we get stronger. I'm starting to get to know more of the people on the trip. Some are going through some real pains. Apparently the "fast guys" group is no more due to various reasons. Keith is riding very strong and reported this. Some of the faster riders like to only stop very briefly and never for pictures. I like to stop for pictures and I enjoy the stops. But I still would not mind being in the first group once. Maybe in the flats of Kansas (maybe not!).
We have 19 more days of riding to go. We loose an hour as we switch time zones when we ride into Cortez, Colorado tomorrow evening. Well they are having an ice cream party soon; I will be gorging myself on ice cream and chocolate sauce.
Some other riders with laptops are maintaining a website with pictures, a map of the route, and some links to other sites. The address is http://www.caltriplecrown.com Click on the "Central Transcontinental" link.
Thursday, September 14, 2000
Williams, AZ to Winslow, AZ via Grand Canyon - 211 miles
Williams is a small tourist town about 58 miles south of the South Rim of the Grand Canyon. Brian, my roommate, got a crazy idea to do an extra loop up to see this beautiful hole in the ground. I was reluctant to go at first, but Larry was willing to go for it. Now this loop was not just a few extra miles. This would turn our planned 105-mile day into a 211-mile ordeal.
We headed out with words of encouragement:
"You're what?"
"Did you write your obituary?"
"You are off sag so don't call us if you have a problem"
We left as the sun was rising, around 6am. We got a good pace going and before we knew it we were at the lip of a beautiful hole in the ground. Some cute Japanese girls wanted their picture taken with us, we obliged. After a few more photos, and answering a few dumb questions about our ride from others, we left. It is always a hoot to tell people we are doing 211 miles in a day and they say "That's nice". We stopped twice more for pictures and some water and Coke. After exiting the park we hit a 30-mile downhill with breathtaking views on our left of the Little Colorado River's carvings into red and yellow colored stone. We stopped again for lunch. Six hours and 114 miles down. The San Francisco Mountains loomed in the distance. They contained the highest point in AZ - 12,600 feet. We would need to climb over them, the high point on the road being 7250 feet. We stopped for Cokes before the last five-mile section of climbing. We told the fellow in this Indian trading post our destination was Winslow and he called it the "asshole of Arizona". He also told us where our next turn was - the second "electric stop sign". Interesting term for a stoplight.
After the climbing, we cruised up to the interstate for horrendous shoulder conditions - rumble strips, eight inch wide raised gaps in the road, tire casing, bolts, shards of metal, semis, 75mph speed limit, etc. Brian semi-bonked - Larry got some food into him and we pulled him home. We pulled into the motel at 6:45, just as the sun was disappearing. Our on-bike average was 19.2mph. We kicked ass! A crowd of fellow Pac Tour riders congratulated us. We set a PacTour first by being the only riders to go off the route to do a double century (200 mile).
As Larry (who is actually crewing and only rides every other day) said, it may not be this ride that gets us; the rest of Pactour may be what does us in. We will take it easy tomorrow.
I'm really tired. Signing off,
We headed out with words of encouragement:
"You're what?"
"Did you write your obituary?"
"You are off sag so don't call us if you have a problem"
We left as the sun was rising, around 6am. We got a good pace going and before we knew it we were at the lip of a beautiful hole in the ground. Some cute Japanese girls wanted their picture taken with us, we obliged. After a few more photos, and answering a few dumb questions about our ride from others, we left. It is always a hoot to tell people we are doing 211 miles in a day and they say "That's nice". We stopped twice more for pictures and some water and Coke. After exiting the park we hit a 30-mile downhill with breathtaking views on our left of the Little Colorado River's carvings into red and yellow colored stone. We stopped again for lunch. Six hours and 114 miles down. The San Francisco Mountains loomed in the distance. They contained the highest point in AZ - 12,600 feet. We would need to climb over them, the high point on the road being 7250 feet. We stopped for Cokes before the last five-mile section of climbing. We told the fellow in this Indian trading post our destination was Winslow and he called it the "asshole of Arizona". He also told us where our next turn was - the second "electric stop sign". Interesting term for a stoplight.
After the climbing, we cruised up to the interstate for horrendous shoulder conditions - rumble strips, eight inch wide raised gaps in the road, tire casing, bolts, shards of metal, semis, 75mph speed limit, etc. Brian semi-bonked - Larry got some food into him and we pulled him home. We pulled into the motel at 6:45, just as the sun was disappearing. Our on-bike average was 19.2mph. We kicked ass! A crowd of fellow Pac Tour riders congratulated us. We set a PacTour first by being the only riders to go off the route to do a double century (200 mile).
As Larry (who is actually crewing and only rides every other day) said, it may not be this ride that gets us; the rest of Pactour may be what does us in. We will take it easy tomorrow.
I'm really tired. Signing off,
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