Waking up to push and pull the pedals is getting harder and harder this time of year. The sun is barely shown at 7:30 wheels hot. Sunrise makes for a divine canvas to our Ozark landscapes and after about 10 minutes with the bunch I’m always pleased that I dragged myself out of the biscuit. After months of riding together on Saturday mornings the roads and faces have become so familiar. The mannerisms of the regulars become more predictable. Every week it’s always a little different though. Someone will have good legs and someone else will struggle. Saturday was pretty spirited from the get go. We tackled a modified version of Round Mountain loop. 3,000 feet of climbing in 50 miles is always going to sting a little bit. I threw in Mt. Sequoyah for good measure.
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