"Dude, you're high," was my buddy's response via text after I shared my intentions for a huge ride on summer solstice. It was a Tuesday evening and I was truly sober, though feeling spirited having just finished a test lap of my planned route: a 7-mile loop with an exposed 2,200 foot gravel climb at an average grade of 14%, followed by a steep and formidable singletrack descent. Conditions were optimal. The decision was made. Challenger High, as I called it, was going to happen. As I drove home from the trail, I said out loud, "this is ridiculous!" and rolled through the idea in my mind.....
Read what happened next on Spencer Paxson's blog....
Read what happened next on Spencer Paxson's blog....
