tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28792519.post5016010395171559850..comments2024-02-05T18:46:02.027-05:00Comments on Homestead Harvest: Pain, Ache, and HumilityJonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15301821696895686537noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28792519.post-40037458282330174062007-06-25T08:25:00.000-05:002007-06-25T08:25:00.000-05:00P.S. Max grade of 25.5%!!! Love it. Awful and be...P.S. Max grade of 25.5%!!! Love it. Awful and beautiful at the same time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28792519.post-70794959443603863532007-06-25T08:21:00.000-05:002007-06-25T08:21:00.000-05:00It gives one a new appreciation of what it must be...It gives one a new appreciation of what it must be like to do rides like this every day for a month (Tour de France) . . . shoot, I'd be on the juice, too, if I had to do that!! It's amazing how many big hills they can fit into a piddly 102 miles . . . any single one of them wouldn't be too bad, but after you've already been up 15 or 20 monster hills and you find yourself at the bottom of one more . . . you gotta dig deep. On the very last hill I saw one rider just grind to a halt and fall over. One of the race folks was trying to convince this disoriented fellow to not get right back on his bike and instead to walk to the top and then coast in to the finish.<BR/><BR/>I had a great ride (took about 20 min. of last year's time) and greatly appreciated the good company of Jon and John.<BR/><BR/>Best, Drew C. (bib #150)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com