Like healthy cabbage arising out of the dirt to the sun, I too arose from the confines of a dirty cold virus and answered the bell for the sunny Tepusquet century. That was one strange cold virus. A quick one that at its worse was very bad but thank goodness the worse was for only one day and I felt great for this day.
We rolled out Mission Drive, headed west to the dreaded Drum Canyon Road. Brian, Chris and I got away from the group and had a spirited battle to the top, before descending the worst paved road in the history of paved roads. As we neared Los Alamos, the road improved and hear we pass a local out walking her dog.
The famous flagpole that marks the turn onto Drum Canyon. We paused to wait for Wayne but he never showed, having turned around. By this time in the week, the cumulative total of miles and climbing wears on most. We shoved off for Cat Canyon.
Later, the tandem caught up and we passed many tracts of plowed ground or land where strawberries and cabbage were being harvested.
We got on to Tepsuquet for what is surely the best 12 mile of paved road in the area as we climbed to the top of Teqsuquet. It's a rolling start and then maybe 6 miles of up but it is never steep, mostly 4-5% all the way but still, after a few miles it starts to drag. I lost Brian's wheel on the way up. He's riding strong today. We.....
....descended the other side to #166 where we promptly turned around and went back up and over. Reaching the sag stop, I looked at my watch and saw I had to hurry to make it back in time for the Saturday Buckeye game. Made it back for the tip-off with 91 miles and 6800' of climbing.