We came, we saw, we conquered! It took 10:37 (9:15 on the bike) to finish, but Reuben and I both successfully completed Stage One of the King of the Mountains Series.
For me, the defining moments were: the sick paceline on PCH in the morning, going up Topanga and Old Topanga like they were anthills, the jarring misery that is Little Sycamore/Cotharin/Yerba Buena, feeling worn out...at the bottom of Decker, making it to the top of Decker and passing riders along the way, taking forever to reach the top of stunt while simultaneously realizing I was one "sticker" short, flying to the finish yelling "there's no such thing as pain," Reuben crossing the line on an entirely flat tire, finding out Mulholland was 13,500 feet of climbing this year.
Looking forward to Diablo later this month, followed by Breathless Agony and Heartbreak in May. Should be epic!
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