I got home and found my laptop dead. I had to run to school and pick up my power brick...
Good report, but you left out the cool details.

We all made it in under an hour. I was last at 55 minutes, the fast group hit it in about 49. We would have been faster but for the silly delay.

For some reason, perhaps the weather, Coors was shooting one of those annoying sexist beer ads on the mountain. I mean, really, what do young women without shirts have to do with beer? We felt like we had to stop and make sure the topless gals weren't being economically exploited. It turned out they were there by choice, building funds to put themselves through law school. But they were so grateful that we'd stopped to check they insisted on a brief shoulder massage for each of us.
That'll really mess with your average MPH.
The trip down was quick. We mostly ran about 45-50 mph with bursts to 72.
At the bottom we congratulated ourselves for being the coolest, fastest, bestest and most modest group on the hill.
We had our domestiques load up the bikes onto the Rolls (the one one with the hot tub) and our team manager drove us home.
Indeed a good time was had by all.