Join Date: Sep 2011
Location: Cincinnati, Ohio
Bikes: '74 Schwinn Le Tour (x2), '83 Bianchi, '96 Trek 820, '96 Trek 470, '99 Xmart Squishy Bike, '03 Giant Cypress
This thing blew.
It was freezing and raining cats-and-dogs. After a few terrifying descents, I bailed at about 25 miles in. I had been walking my bike down hills, and had just finished a pretty good climb and was facing a long swoopy downhill portion that looked at least a mile-ish long. I turned around right there. My brakes were not even slowing me down on some of the hills. If it had been dry that morning, it may have been a pretty fun ride... lots of sweeping and turning hills. In the rain, though, I was puckered so hard that I damn near snapped my saddle in half.
I didn't notice that it wasn't a timed event, so I didn't feel like killing myself for a "tour". Just not worth it, to me.