. . . and will live to tell the tale! I'm still in Logan, just had to get those miles posted on bike journal. Ditto on trekhawk. She left me in the dust. You go girl. I, on the other hand, true to my claim came in almost last. I managed the blistering average of 13.6, which for my 102.63 miles I am quite proud. I had the perfect riding partner, Marty, and we pulled each other through those last, not flat, twenty miles. Marty you ROCK. It was a great day all around. The only things that hurt today are my feet and my rubbed raw girly bits. No one told me about that! More report later, when I get home. Although driving and sitting for a day and a half sounds pretty good. bikerHen