|View from just below the top.|
|Same view, but this time with my dad.|
I started to feel more human as we took the rolling single track back to the bottom of the climb. I even cleared all the technical stuff in a section I hadn't managed to before. Headed back up Romero I felt strong and managed to feel that way almost to the top. But by the time we turned around for the descent, I was cooked. Ended up with 46.5 miles and 9,000 feet of climbing.
Now my mountain bike is up north in the talented hands of K of Urgent Bicycle getting rebuilt in time for this Saturday's race in Monterey.