I hadn't ridden for a good 9 months, so the old legs were a little slow. While grinding up the climb I kept picturing all those hamburgers and donuts I'd eaten in the last 9 months, and how much further I'd have to go to burn through all of it. I don't think I burned 9 months worth today, but I know I took a pretty good whack at it.
The rain stopped and we sweated, so in the end I think everything came out just right. (note: pics not with new camera - can't wait till Wed.)
