I rode the De Ronde today. It was the gnarliest road ride I've ever been on. Fifty miles linking all of Portland's 'worst climbs ever'. Brynwood was something amazing. Every time we approached Fairmont on the last third of the ride, I was sure we were about to see the last climb to our final destination at Council Crest. That was about every time the route turned back down the hill: more super bumpy, broken pavement and twisting west hills descents. It was both terrible and delicious.
I'm totally bushed, but as I type this at Tiny's over a Cubano, I know I can't go home without quaffing one at Roots with the survivors. I also know it's about time to get back in shape...and build a lighter road bike.
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