About a month ago I drove down to Markleeville for a 100+ mile ride that included Carson pass and both sides of Ebbetts & Monitor. As I was getting my bike out of the car I realized that I forgot my GPS. It was sad how much that bothered me. I realized how addicted I was.

It was still a super fun ride, though. By the end of the day I was glad I didn't know exactly how slow I was going.