I returned to the race at oh-dark-thirty this morning where mostly all I could see was headlights and blinky red taillights. It was a cool morning and the racers were looking like they'd had a long, hard night. The ones showing the most wear and tear and yet still going strong were the solo riders. Around 9:00 am I asked one coming up Devil's Up what lap he was on. #17. He'd reach 255 miles at the completion of that lap and he may have had time for two more. That's insane, but in a good way.
Praying to the Propane Heater God around 5:00 am.
Waiting for his teammate to arrive.
Gettin' some air.
Single speed action.
Some people wondered if the tandem riders took the roughest part of Devil's Down. Here's the answer.
I should do this race next year so now to look for a mountain bike....