Sorry, dear readers, but I cannot tell you of my travels today. I am recovering from transplant surgery. My rear derailleur brifter went wonky and Edwin was kind enough to offer up his (since his human won’t be riding for a few days yet). I’m feeling a little tired after all of the attention I got, but please let it be known I got my human over the 104 miles and 8500 feet of climbing. 8500 feet. 3 large absolutely gorgeous mountain passes. And my reward? A hand transplant.
But I’m back together (did I mention once before that PAC Tour crew are the bestest?) and ready for <argh> another 7000 feet of climbing</argh> tomorrow. Hope the human’s legs hold out. Today we were last wheel (human is a flat lander)…. but… we never fell too far behind so we got to finish.
I’d tell you more, but I need my rest.