Sunday, the day after. GLGA hangover for sure. Got up yesterday @ 3 a.m., rode to D St. at 4:30 a.m., rode to the Mopac Trailhead, raced 141.5 miles & then rode home. Gathered downtown @ 9:00 p.m. but still managed to get to bed by 11:30 p.m. I'm old, I'm feeling it today. Cornbread, Skip, & myself rallied at noon today for a 3 hour journey up to the silo, NW 12th & Little Salt. Pace was subdued, just what the doctor ordered. Below: C-bread stops to remove a bee from inside his jersey...The silo. This is a bizarre place, it looks like someone lives here. The gate is chained & locked, the guard shack has a satellite dish & christmas lights on it?
Looking south from the gate, gorgeous day...