fuel for 7-hour drives:
Okay, so I failed miserably at Gila-ing the shit out of the blog stuff. Whatever. Long story short: Second in the GC. Jockeyesque guy who slayed my ass by a minute was pretty untouchable on climbs. Took two minutes out of him in the TT (and won it by a hefty margin), but it wasn’t enough, and I was spent by the last day. Live. Learn. Crush. Repeat.
Post-Gila revelry resulted in a near-immediate Cat 2 upgrade (three weeks as a 3? yes please). Post-post-Gila revelry also resulted in joining a local elite team, Canyon Bicycles. Post-post-post-Gila revelry also saw me aboard a new Specialized Tarmac S-Works SL3 with SRAM Red. More on this later.
Anyway, I came to the conclusion that doing the Iron Horse Classic (henceforth known as “Monster Steel Pony”) down in Durango, CO over Memorial Day Weekend was a wise idea. Converse to most of my life decisions, this was actually a pretty solid one. Shortish RR (47 miles), but a bitchton of climbering to make fat guys cry. Three ascents (two of which went over almost-11,000 foot passes), somewhere between 6-7000 total feet of climbing, and an amazing finish in the throwback burg of Silverton, CO. My cat was full, so I registered for the Pro/1 field.