I didn't take a single stinkin' picture.

It was a fun ride, though, if you ignore the last bit. I completely and utterly ran out of energy by the last 10-15 miles, and as such, that hill right after the underpass in Fremont was easily the most brutal climb of the day for me. The whole way through Fremont was absolutely draining. Mission being mostly downhill was a huge relief.

Aside from that, though, I had a great time. I got a new recorded top speed (41MPH), and through a bit of creative getting lost, I managed my first metric century at 65.4 miles.

And I have a wicked cyclist's sunburn. Sweet.