I get an idea. I'm going to watch my timer. We give it a try and soon find ourselves cruising along the alluvial fans at a comfortable 22 mph with very little perceived effort. Several other riders join us and I explain the rules. Five minutes later, the group explodes and hits 34 mph in about 20 seconds.
Riders sprint madly to close all the gaps, only to find the pace slowing again.
I pull out of the line and drop back. This is ridiculous. Let's get back to our own thing. So Larry, Tom, George and I reform our own pace line and get back to work. This is the turn around point for the Century.