Hill Country River Region Classic

This was a tough ride. I had never ridden so hard in my life... It was a spare of the moment kind of event. My buddy, CrazyKat, wanted to try it so; but I was not thinking ahead. We left the valley, heading towards Gardner State Park, kind of both of us had to work late. finally arriving at our camping spot; setting tent in the dark is not good idea. It was around 11:00pm when I went to sleep.
Early the next morning, their was a heavy dew so it was getting us wet; riders could be seen heading to the starting line. I did the same and took a spot upfront so I had a good lead. We planned a strategy,ridding together. Our thoughts were, how are we going to achieve our goal which was to finish all 62.5 miles on our bikes. We started ridding together, for the first 10 miles then Jamie decreased his pace. I picked up speed to make my first climb. It was to be one of many. Soon, my legs started to feel the pain because it was one climb after another; their was no end insight.
The arrow road started winding sharply but we kept going up. Sometimes, it felt that I could walk faster than I ridding. The only reason I did not get off my bike like many cyclist is because I saw some riders having problems re-start to peddle. After 40 miles, I started on my descent. It was hard to maintain control on the wet road; for a moment, my thoughts were "don't lose control" or else it's Lights out buddy. I happened to managed control of my Fuji probable because I had new tires. It was crazy to reach speeds of 45mph especially on a wet asphalt.
As I got to the site, I looked for CrazyKat but he was not to be seen. I ate lunch, rested, and showered; still no sign of Jamie. Two hrs., later he waked to the campsite. He had a story of his own about his personal adventure. I was glad he was fine because before our journey I brought to his attention that his front tire had a large cut.

Boy what "Hills the Hill Country has"!