February 25, 2018
"Almost-spring classic": It's almost-spring, and one could argue that 10 years running fairly constitutes a classic.
Admittedly, the only factors that might've actually qualified as "hellish" were, um, well, there weren't any this year. Unless viewed through a wimpy privileged lens:
We did have such a large turnout of riders that the wait in line at the iconic Burton Coffee Stand (properly pulled espresso shots and dense/moist almond torte...) invoked a small degree of chillyness; we did clean the Snapdragon out of their exquisite flat bread pizza before all riders had a chance to arrive and enjoy some; one rider did break a drop-out on their bike frame; and some of us were of a fitness level more suited for riding Willy Nilly on an electric-assist bicycle (like Cancellara did not use to win two 2010 Spring Classics).
|9:30a departure wave at Fauntleroy ferry dorks - er - docks (photo credit: Friendly Ferry Employee)
So for the most part there was a fairly notable difference between the aspirational Hell of the North visions that some of us had in our mental slideshows...
|Northbound climb, Ridge Road (photo credit: K. Pritchard)
|Solid Brown slid satisfyingly into the Willy Nilly spirit (photo credit: D. Delfs)
|Post-ride hydrators at the Beveridge Place Pub (photo discredit: WN Unorganizer)