Well the day started of with a stupid moment on my part. I met up with Jason (chucklehead) and James at Harrah's a lil after 8am. Group A already left, by about 30 minutes when i pulled in. I whipped out my singlespeed, yes I'm crazy/brave but more or less STUPID I thought it would be cool, and NOT that hard......OH BOY was I wrong. It was painful, slow and more pain. My offical time up the south grade was 1h59min 31sec BUT that did not include the COUNTLESS times I had to stop. I felt like a newb in the wrong place. The gearing was painful, I had to learn how to ride the SS up a Mt. Cadence was slow, real slow. I set small goals on my ride, get to the Fork, get to the top, get to Henshaw, get over Mesa Grande which was really painful and slow then get to Pie.
After I got to Pie, I endulged just a bit, one slice of Dutch YUMMY, 2 PB cookies, 1 monster drink. Not feeling like climbing any more, I opted to the quickest route to Henshaw via 79 to 76 with Mark. The others climbed the backside of Mesa Grande and met us at Henshaw where I endulged in more suger, ICE CREAM with 20 miles to go LOL. Few minutes after I digested that, we were off, pace line with me pulling James, Dan and Mark at whatever pace I can handle. Pulled through most of the DH, about 5 minutes or so and moved to the back to restup for the two climbs coming up. The paceline dropped me which was fine, I was used to riding alone and my own pace. Coming up to the first climb, they waited for me and we dropped in line to start the climb. For once on the entire ride, my breathing fell into rythem and I was feeling good + still on my suger high from all the snacks. Took off at my pace where Dan caught me 3-4 miles later near the fork. I let them go ahead on the 6 mile DH down to the taco shop since I can't pedal more then 25mph. Once the grade pitched down I was tucking at 40+ hitting the hairpins to the long straight near the bottom where I made up time. They were about 100yrds ahead of me by the time I got to the taco shop.