Fortunately, it's a long 20 mile downhill stretch into the camp for the night. Of course, it was not uneventfull. Another 5 miles into it, my side bursts into agony - I look down, and see a bee buzzing around, caught up in a turbulent wind eddy, I guess. I shoo it off, grunt a couple of times, and then decide to use the endorphin rush to my advantage and fly for the last 10 miles of the ride. The people who go on this ride are fantastic - at least as supportive and sociable as at triathlons.
Today is a bit of an easier ride.
This day was largely uneventful, and extremely scenic. The only mishap of the day was at the 2nd rest stop. Stupid me, I take the wrong for and miss the rest stop, and even worse, it's the one just before the 2000 ft. climb. The last stage of the ride was sheer magic. The 4 of us quickly fell into a really awesome pace line, averaging around 30-32 mph.