It was a pretty standard roll. We spun Bee Cave without much effort, and started to engage the hammer (a bit) on 620. The Dam Hill separated the men (or man in this case) from the kids. We watched Panozz effortlessly disengage the Dough on Hill1, with Wulf giving chase. The Wulf popped atop that hill, leaving Mauricio by his lonesome, and the rest of us in various states of despair.
620 to Anderson Mill was good, but not as epic as a Hoodie-induced paceline. As we turned on Anderson Mill, Panozz went off the front, inducing my max wattage output on the day in order to bridge. Spicewood was phenomenal, notable for the pace and the presence of Ullrich, our quintessential cold weather Clydesdale. Only downer was the buzzing from the green-truck-jackass on the last hill at Spicewood. What a turd.
360 was a little too much for me today, but the post-ride machiatto was all the better for the effort.
Another 40 on the docket for tomorrow.UOD is black on black, according to Master Sergeant Ullrich...
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