Waking up to push and pull the pedals is getting harder and harder this time of year. The sun is barely shown at 7:30 wheels hot. Sunrise makes for a divine canvas to our Ozark landscapes and after about 10 minutes with the bunch I'm always pleased that I dragged myself out of the biscuit. After months of riding together on Saturday mornings the roads and faces have become so familiar. The mannerisms of the regulars become more predictable. Every week it's always a little different though. Someone will have good legs and someone else will struggle. Saturday was pretty spirited from the get go. We tackled a modified version of Round Mountain loop. 3,000 feet of climbing in 50 miles is always going to sting a little bit. I threw in Mt. Sequoyah for good measure.
Wakey, wakey, eggs and bikey.
Near perfect conditions.
For whatever reason this loop is always spirited. You folks know what I'm talking about. Certain roads inspire speed.
Breakfast on the bike. One ZBAR, two CLIF Shots.
Settling in with, this backdrop.
The run to Round Mtn. is always fast. Not sure why, the bunch is going to blow once the road tilts. Kudos to Art for nabbing the KOM.
I like this route because you are never far from Fayetteville but you feel like your in the sticks.
Two climbs to go. Still intact.
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