It's is really hard to find roads here that you don't want to ride on (except for the highways). Both today and yesterday we covered some new ground on our rides, and nearly every road we took was a great road to ride on. On our rides, we wind between farms and through big pastures, but within a matter of minutes we can also be in the middle of forested mountains where the pitch of the road changes with ever turn.
I don't, however, want to give you the wrong impression about our rides; when we go hard, it still hurts, and today hurt a lot. We started our three and a half hour death march at 9:30 this morning, and from the gun, Jason was tearing our legs off. Having come to stay at this house and ride these roads for many summers past, he knew a good route and was leading the ride: i.e., we were at his mercy. The only times in the whole ride he was not at the front was on some of the long, steep hills we climbed.....and those hurt because they were hills. After a much needed gas station stop, we did eventually make it back to town, and just for the record, I'd like everyone to know that I edged out some tough competition including the likes of Oscar Clarke and Thomas Brown to win the sprint to the Kutztown city limit sign on the way home.
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