Horror on the MUP.

Well not exactly horror, but as I was trucking up Goatman's Gulch I heard a loud and sickening but unidentified sound. Turns out some poor woman had overcooked one of the hairpin turns and flew down into the gulch and came perilously close to pithing herself on a tree. As it was, EMS had to rescue her as she had broken a leg. Ironic, as my therapist and I had just chatted on Friday about how dangerous that turn could be if you didn't exercise due caution.

Then I flatted. Now that was just tragic.

First ride since my century and I felt good. Two Strava PRs (fine, wind -assisted, but aren't they all?) and one KOM. The KOM was created by me on an obscure residential road. Only a matter of time before some butthole roady tracks it down