It starts out normal enough . . .
. . . but then it gets pretty crazy . . .
I don't think the gravel is the worst of it, I think it's the rollers and wind. And then again you can't really separate the two. But I can't say for sure, I'm a spectator. It's just what I hear, what I parrot. Everyone who's been through this particular spin cycle says it's the worst they've ever felt and the best they've ever felt. WTF ever that means. Crazy buncha bastards.
Only thing I know for damn sure is how great Team Two Wheeler was for manning up all the volunteer spots - flaggers, marshals, drivers, . . . you name it. I can't begin to say enough good things about their positive, can-do attitude. And I know for damn sure, based on firsthand experience with several of 'em.
Double shoutout, though, to Bill Radobenko, for helping with sign setup. It's a huge job and it was just so rad to have help and company.
Not sure about the future of this event . . . it probably can't continue with just the 65-70 racers that came out last year and this. Maybe it's worth another year or two to see if it can grow and draw to a point that makes sense. The experience is already legend. I just hope it's not something we look back on way too soon.