I made it to the Boy Scout Park after a long windy drive in the dark. Camping out was a nice way to spend the night though.
We left at a good pace which came to a crawl when we hit the gravel. They dumped fresh gravel just a few months prior, it was like riding on ball bearings. Things sped up when we hit the single track where I learned not to follow butch when he's on a CX bike.
All smiles, but this was the first cemetery. The belt rubbed against the front ring in the lower gears, annoying, but it didn't bother me. I ran over a downed log that popped up and hit the ring, luckly it didn't bend. It's not like a chainring, where I can bend it back.
Butch flatted out, but that didn't delay us to much. We ran into Stanley from TN, I've raced with him in the SE quite a bit.
We caught up with the bulk of the Rogues at the tower, but decided to not climb it. You could actually see it swaying in the wind. freaky.
The ride to Todd was great. I launched on ahead and was feeling great. After that we had a nice downhill on asphalt
We played it safe and went to the cemetery instead of just the sign.
Cute couple right?
Starting to get a little fatigued, and gassy?
Getting to Callahan was via the single track, it was a mostly gravel path for horses. We made a wrong turn at an unmarked intersection but that didn't slow us down too much. Parts of the forest were a beautiful pine grove, which reminded me of Washington state.
getting silly
nasty asphalt climbs.
Last one, super fatigued, but just a climb or two away from finishing in just over 5 hours.
Sherrie
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Confessions of a wanna be endurance racer
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