YES! That was me!The funny thing is, I saw your bike too! But I wasn't sure it was it. I stared at it a bit thinking, "Is that that new bike I was just staring at on TE with the pink handlebars and the white seat and the cool looking silver/black frame?", and then decided, "Nope, she had pink bottle cages." Apparently, I got your bike confused with someone elses I guess. You and me are the one's still trying to find the perfect pink bottle cages.
That is so funny. I didn't even know you were in my area. I'm in Rancho Cucamonga. Dh and I drove down to Yorba Linda with our friends and rode from there. We did 65. I kicked my butt! 18.0 average pace, which is massively awesome huge beyond words thrilling for me. EVEN if I was drafting dh the entire way!I was still exerting myself so much for the entire ride and can't believe I sustained it that long. I was really hurting at the end. The last 10 miles were killer. But I did it.
I just think that's so funny that I saw your bike (but not you) and you saw my bike (but not me)! It's all about the bikes. Easier to spot when we've just been looking at each other's bike pictures.I think you were actually standing at your bike, but I was trying not to be too obvious that I was staring at it and then had decided I didn't think it was it. I was walking to the bathroom at the time.
How many miles did you do?