Originally Posted by patentcad

40 miles today. 3500 feet of vertical. On the way back over the top of the Prokopi climb a slow moving truck passes me with a line of cars, about a mile below the top of the ridge. On the six mile descent of the far side, no cars pass me. I caught the truck and the cars that had passed me earlier near the bottom of the other side. And I wasn't really pushing the descent. Bikes go down hills fast.

I saw another bike weenie driving to Halkida today. The only other one I've seen here. A Greek Fred (I'm a Tourist Fred). He was riding a Scott. There's deep meaning in there somewhere, don't you think?