The train ride back to Irvine was kind of boring, for the most. The flasher in the San Diego suburbs and the popping champagne corks of celebrating co-riders were the brief high lights. To nicely round the day off, Walter hosted a Century Celebration. Besides Pat, all of us were first time century riders. Everybody wolfed down slice after slice of pizza while continuously stating how bad it is for our bodies and how many calories come from fat.
Willpower only goes that far.
The limits are clear. Since I wasn't sore the next day, I can safely speak for all of us.