In the word of many a teen…OMG! Legs exploding! Lungs gasping for air! A bedraggled peleton returning to base in shards! Really, these hands can only grasp a cool beer, rather than give the play by play. I’ll leave that to the ToP blog: http://trainofpain.blogspot.com/
I’ll finish here by letting you all know how proud I am to be a part of GS AAB and how cool it is to roll Black.
More pain to follow

Todays ride took us from the sunny Golden Gate 88 miles up to Bodega Bay. Early morning fresh legs for some soon became lead sticks as many strong men succumbed to searing in-land heat, 15% bumps, and hubris. Some riders chased roadside wild game, others valiantly persevered. For what was supposed to be the easy day, turned out to be so many shattered legs, and tales of woe. El Jefe played his cards close and managed to pull out a “w” in the city limit sign finale. The name Cavendish and Lee were for once, heard in the same positive light at the same time.
Day 2: 99 miles. Ughhhh.

If we knew then what we know now....