At least they're up front about it on the events web site ;-)
Last year was my first time at the HHH, as well as my first century ride. At first, it was the challenge of riding a hundred miles at one whack, especially at an event that calls itself what it does. At first it was the idea of toeing the line with 10,000 other riders, and the energy that seems to pull the pack along for the first thirty miles or so. After the cookie stop at Electra, things thinned out a lot, and it was just you and your bike, against miles of Texas chipseal.People ask what you get when you register for the HHH. It is a grueling day in the sun so what does a rider get besides sore muscles, tired posterior, sense of accomplishment and several hours of pure cycling madness? There is no answer that fits all. Riders pit themselves against the road and elements for different reasons.
I never can figure out why some folks want to go run marathons in commemoration of some Greek dude who did it a couple of thousand years ago (and it killed him...) Maybe it's the same sort of whacked-out craziness of a little town in Texas turning itself over to the bikes for a weekend...




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