Today I rode my first "ultra" of the decade, the PCH Rando 200K. I've done this ride in previous years, too, but this year they added some serious climbing; a total of 5,700' spread over 127 miles. Yikes. It was great fun. I managed to do it in 8:00 elapsed, 7:20 riding time, which is pretty good for that much climbing. Out of 70+ riders, I think I ended up fifth, yay me. I am completely blown and hobbling around the house, but very happy. There is no feeling quite like successfully riding an ultra...
A great way to start the decade. One of the best things about long rides is the think time; you are concentrating on nothing, your mind drifts, and it is such a luxury. My typical days are go go go always focused on doing something. Maybe that's why I ride? I can't say I solved all the world's problems, but I did at least contemplate them for eight hours :)
[Update: thanks to Bill for pointing out this New Yorker cover; that is exactly what goes on in my head while riding...]