On arrival to Bend's downtown square, The Crow's Feet Commons, we are showered with race schwag:
Metal number plates
and what I assumed was a tube of some sort of natural lip balm...
not lip balm
Second dose of antibiotics downed, breakfast consumed, time to "race"
This is serious business
As we roll out, and get away from the cacophony of the start, I hear my rear brake rubbing. Oh well. Someone points it out to me, but there's not much I can do about it now.
After a long but festive roll out of town, we hit the dirt, then we hit a sand pit loaded with rocks, then we begin to climb.
First aid station has whiskey, bacon, beer, and water.
Climbing to a final hike a bike crescendo
Followed by a little descent...
click the link, it's worth it
Even opting for the short course had some wickid cool features
Did I mention the dust?
One of the highlights of the trip was getting to ride with Chuck
and of course Christine
Next time we're going longer