We left the food stop and kept up the spirited pace. I, sensing the 62 mile cut-off was approaching, senselessly burned my remaining reserves of energy attacking Mark C on a succession of hills and giving him long stares as I went around him just before each mini summit. After the 4th stare-down brush-by he wryly noted, "You're not doing the century route are you."
Soon, the cut-off was reached at mile 30 and Dennis and I departed the group with a 19.4mph average, which I note here because it wasn't going to get any higher. Dennis switched on the nitrous oxide reserves and rode away from me on Rt 60. Eventually, John Sada and friend caught up with me and I declined the invitation to jump on and draft but John said George was out some place. Sure enough, he came gliding by and I snapped the image. Heard later he has been riding and is doing CFC.