I started out at first light and quickly discovered I was under-dressed. My legs were numb and the climb out of Pagosa was such a slog I kept checking to see if my tires were flat. By lunch at mile 45, I had finally warmed up and was ready to bring my A game. Which, is good. Because, the road demanded nothing less.
The pitch down was steep enough that most of it flew by at 35-45 mph. My 12 ring in back wasn't enough to keep up, so I just crouched and let the road take me to terminal velocity. There is little I enjoy as much as descending. Fast. Wow.
The final haul into Taos was undoubtedly a drag. Once I had cleared 110 miles, while my body was hanging in there, my mind was ready to check out. I mean, how long can a guy sit on that damn seat? I was making good time and the weather was holding up, but man, was I ready to be doing something else. So, I just kept turning 'em over and ultimately pulled into the resort at El Monte Sagrado excited for a day off. Back to back chocolate milkshakes, and 15 minutes later I was in bed for the night. At 7:30.