Riding in Tucson: 4 days, 305 miles, 18,500 feet of climbing, 20 hours. All different, all beautiful, all sun, all smiles.
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Picture this: You’re in the breakaway group of 15 riders out of 60 something. You’ve got 3 teammates with you, too. The first half of the race usually beats the shit out of you, but not today. You felt fucking fresh. You were in the front group, if not the first one up, all the major climbs. You were smart and didn’t work any more than you had to. That’s what got you in this breakaway.
Mile 40 of 65. No chase group in sight. You, along with your teammates, and 11 other racers did an incredible job keeping the pace high enough (on top of not eating shit on the mud climbs and descents) to make sure that this was it and that you guys wouldn’t get caught. You’ve got an 8-minute lead on the rest of them - at the very least. The lead group of Battenkill 2014, Group 4C looked promising.