Pete and Betty roll up the last grueling 1.5 mile, 12% slog to the finish line. 7 PM. There was much revelry to follow, as both bikers were experiencing the post-ride endorphin high from making the cut. The last 26 miles was a conglomeration of encouraging words, bad jokes (the Captain's Log), badly botched singing by El Guapo, movie one-liners (Oh, Behave...at the top of the descents) and team work. Betty, my hat is off to you! What's next? Oh, I remember, we're doing the Triple again in 3 weeks....12o miles, one day, three mountain passes....NO PROBLEMO!

El Guapo