We did about 2,382 ft of gain. I actually felt good and did OK for not climbing for 2 years.Mike did make it look easy and left me about 50 yards back. But waited at Newman's Point for a few pics. Pretty sure he could have smoked me but we agreed to ride together knowing he did 86 yesterday. I told him to fly away if he liked but I don't think he really wanted to ha ha! I know I did GMR to the village once after a 76 mile tandem ride and I almost died. So I think he was happy that I was keeping his pace down for him.
But it was nice to be up there and reminds me of the fun I am missing. Only thing was the big groups of fast cars and motorcycles. 7, 8 at a time flying by at high speeds. On the way down, we see CHP heading up, about time! :-P
There were a few mountain bikers shuttling up to the ridge 4 miles up. One guy shouted out saying I had his jersey. Yeah, the Fat bastard jersey! :-P Another dude up in a car before Newman's Point, about 5 miles up was sight seeing with his wife in the turn out. He shouted out that he needed this jersey. We laughed then he shouted, "you're doing far better that I could do, you're doing really well!". We had a couple of chuckles that eased the sweat.
Yes sweat! Mike kept saying that the 8 mile climb was harder than a 20 mile ride on the trail and that he was sure we were sweating more. Yes we were! I was dripping sweat from my face at mile 3 ha ha!
Anyway, I need to get up there more, a whole lot more!
Before the sweating starts! :-P
Mike flexing his muscle at Newman's Point
The Shack
End of the ride, both still smiling!
Yes I rode like a Fat Bastard today. Taking my time doing my pace.
Glad to be at the top.
A little photo edit and faded image on image. A faded image of my Dad's Air Force days right over his shoulder. He passed away in August.
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