I will break it out in feed station segments: 0-19 miles was shock and awe (gravel the size of golf balls, puddles the size of small pool, and steep climbs you had to muscle through no standing and pedal), 20-39 miles painfully evident that this race was meant to be torture; 40-59 miles I really don't even remember riding those miles; 60-72 miles was just salt in the wounds.
One thing I will say is that all of the slogans made up for this race were spot on!
Joe
Joe
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