TWO WEEKS IN A ROW, and two outta town visitors spent the night and joined the craziness.
Our kinda craycray.
Up at 5am.
Out the door at 538.
Lights on. Bottles loaded. Into the dark and cold.
Because how else are we going to find the time required to be fast? Where else are we going to link up with riders of such high caliber? What else would we rather do?
Stay in our cozy beds?
Get our beauty sleep?
It's not for everybody.
It's for us.
Who else would plan such a destination vacation?