What an adventure! So many cyclists up there along GMR, GRR and Mt Baldy itself. You think the strangest part of my day was seeing a grown man in diapers? No, it was a lawman at the intersection of East Fork and GRR telling cyclists they could only walk up GRR from this point forward. An hour before the race even started down below! He insisted, so we walked for 200 meters or so around a bend, then clipped in and rode off. Maybe it was a joke? Ha friggen ha.

Here's a view along GRR, while pedaling, not walking.


Don't know who they were, but I followed them for a time.


At the first KOM mark along GRR after they turn off Baldy Road, a large group gathered. Bikes were parked anywhere and everywhere, which looked as if tossed, cyclists were walking around barefooted or just in socks. Me? I brought along a change of shoes in my backpack, which I first used back at East Fork and GRR when we were forced to walk.

My view of Baldy road from above. From this location, we had 7 minutes from first sighting to their passing us. Everyone was making time estimates.


Here we have Patriotic Speedo guy, Hot Dog Man and Chicken Man prepping for their time in the spotlight.


And here they come.


You guys ready? Gorilla man? Nixon?




In this group is Levi and Horner, the eventual 1 & 2 for the stage.


Charging up the hill, but still able to rezip his jersey.


The straggling sprinters getting some chicken love.