|Map of roads east of Washington, NC, where race is held.|
|The ultracycling dirtbag lifestyle.|
|Washington High School -- as if I never left home.|
|If I'm ever a movie star, that's the spelling I'm using.|
The course was flat and fast, with approximately 1500' of climbing over the 225 miles I rode. The first few laps, before the heat rose and other realities also set in, were extraordinary.
|Still feeling extraordinary.|
I did get painfully uncomfortable several hours in, more so than I have experienced in recent rides, but considering that I have only twice eclipsed 200 miles this year, with this race's being one of them, I can't really blame the bike for that problem.
A new Giro Attack helmet (on the head, above and below), which looks rather bad-ass, even if it serves no other purpose. But it is supposed to be aerodynamic.
The release of adrenaline at the end of these events always amazes me. One can be hammering at 21 mph trying for that final mile one minute and sacked on a piece of concrete the next.
|Adrenaline drain. Yes, that is my Whopper I am holding, and prepared to protect with my life.|
|First age-group. There were two of us in the age group. The other guy was hand-cycling.|