|I suppose I'll ride a couple hundred miles tomorrow.|
When you boil things down you get an intensified flavour; a high concentration of the good stuff if you will. STP was definitely a concentration of our good stuff. The ride was, without question, our strongest and best effort of the season!
Our travel to Seattle on Friday was ideal. We had no traffic, minimal border wait, a good little lunch at Trader Joe’s and mini shop at REI in Bellingham. On to Seattle where we off-loaded at the hotel with military precision.
|Scram Jet getting his shit together|
|This just screams VIRGO!!!!!|
Back to the hotel to relax, put back some melatonin and attempt sleep.
|Here we go again!|
|"Why am I doing this?"|
I think it was somewhere around the 30-35km point that we noted a shiny carbon Helios go blazing by us – it was Doug! We called out to say hi but were sure he was going way too fast for us to ride any distance with him. He pulled back and joined up with us anyway. This would be to my good fortune later in the day and really all of our benefit. We stayed together as the miles rolled by and were soon at the “HILL.” This is the only place I like to show off a bit on the whole ride. I like hills and am pretty good at them. I stood on the 7% grade and rocketed past almost everyone – just cuz I could. Doug was right there with me and we all regrouped at the top. Spanaway Food Stop was calling to us.
From that point on we were holding a pace line clinic swapping out pulls every 3 min at a pretty steady 32-40km/h! Plenty of folks hung on our back for stretches but then came Tom and Theresa. They jumped right in on the rotation and made our four a six. Not a bad deal to pull for 3min and basically rest for 15min. They hung with us all the way to Centralia and said we were the first sensible pace line they saw that day. I was amazed to look at my computer and see that we had ridden the first Century in under 5 hours! Our average speed was high and so were our spirits. We were working well together with our new team member and eager to have lunch. It wasn’t even 1100 yet!
|There's nowhere else I'd rather be at this point|
To be continued…