You know it's a good ride when someone throws up on the climb.
This morning, 4 of us from work met at the bottom of Suncrest (North side), and rode our bikes into work. Its about a 23 mile commute if we do the Suncrest climb.
In the past I commuted for training miles but now I commute to avoid the high gas prices. It's out of control. I can't bring myself to fill up the truck all the way. As soon as the pump reads $50, I shut it off and call it good.
The climb up Suncrest started out a solid pace (no warm up whatsoever). Rico put the hammer down, then Dave decided to pass him, and the pace got faster and faster as we got closer to top. So fast, in fact, one of the guys (Rico) lost his breakfast on the side of the road....nice.
By the time we got to the top, it was clear this was not going to be a friendly social ride into work. As soon as we all dropped down the South side into Alpine, the pace kicked back up and heart rates spiked. It was pretty much a 15 mile sprint into work at that point.
Since we don't ride a lot together, the Alpha male has not been established and that means it's going to hurt until we figure it out.
After the ride, Dave and I paid $7 for all you can eat french toast at the local Kneaders. Sooooo good.