Bubba and I go on a lot of mtbike tours and are constantly amazed that when we get into camp, last of course, at the number of comments from others along the lines of "it was so beautiful, didn't you just want to stop and take it all in?" Our silent response is "Yes, we did want to and we did stop and take it all in, why didn't you? You in a race?" We then ask them, "did you see such and such?" Of course, they didn't. They had their nose on the bar and were going like a bat out of hell. For goodness sake, they've paid big bucks, flown from some far destination and they're so concerned with their speed that they get ahead of the guides, ride through critical intersections and miss the splendor of the location. They miss out on the local knowledge that the guides have to share (such as flora, fauna, geology, history) and are generally exhausted all the time. Boy, they must be having lots of fun. Perhaps they should try a road race training camp the next time.