Gallup

Well, I Galloped on over to Gallup on Saturday. Rode 78 miles in 8 hours flat. Didn't win. Didn't matter - I pushed myself to the point where it was all fun, and when it wasn't fun anymore, I stopped and had a coupla' brews and relaxed in a chair. No crashes, no cramps, patient riding, perfect gearing, and I am feeling really fucking ready for the Whiskey 50 next week. All o' them cold weather rides are paying dividends about now.