Originally Posted by
TrojanHorse
..usually you could see other cyclists ahead anyway.
I wish! For half the ride, I watch helplessly as rider after rider pass me and disappear over the horizon. Eventually, I'm on my own. By the time I get to Sterns Wharf, and see the last of the century riders, I know that I'm almost "home" and it is an straight shot from there.
Good times. I've decided to sign up and ride the double-metric. Leaving a half hour before you, I expect we'll meet each other somewhere on the way up Casitas Pass.