Same thing for me! My 3 State 3 Mountain turned into 2 State 1 Mountain. But, I'm alive to ride another day!

It started drizzling at the start and then got heavier and heavier. The first climb is pretty early in the ride - starts probably about 5 miles from the beginning. Rain, temperature drop, thunder, lightening all around. NOT a good way to start the day! (I thought it wasn't going to rain until late afternoon, so just a jersey and armwarmers.) But, while climbing, I wasn't too uncomfortable. As soon as I got to the top, though, the skies just opened. Rain so hard it hurt. The first descent was what did me in. There were rivers of rain across the roads, debris washed out everywhere, and my brakes just weren't cutting it. Everyone was crawling down the hill - people walking DOWN the mountain. Between braking and going so slow, I started getting colder and colder - and my hands were just cramping, shivering, and it was just freakin' a mess. Towards the end of the descent (and I knew it was the end because a sizeable number of people were coming back UP the mountain, giving up and taking the shortest route back, and I kept asking if I was almost down!) I just let it go and that was probably a big mistake. As soon as I started going fast, I got so chilled that I couldn't keep the bike going straight. There was a convenience store just before the rest stop that I pulled in (because I was shivering too badly to keep moving!) and when I walked in, two angels took over and helped me - they tried to give me some coffee, but I was shivering so violently that it was spilling everywhere - they had to hold the cup for me. The man was busy cutting up a garbage bag for me to wear.

After a few minutes, they threw us all out of the store, and I rolled down to the rest stop where my friends were waiting - one had passed me on the descent - I stopped three times on the way down just to try to give my hands a break from braking! They were done. One was shivering just as bad - I gave her my garbage bag. We just huddled, hugging each other for warmth. We were bailing. Lots of people were, so my friends were working on ways to get us back. But, as we're standing around (it's been about 30 - 40 minutes) my legs started to seize up. I just wanted to ride again, but I definitely didn't want any more descents. Someone said the metric was just rolling. I figured that we could ride the remaining 40 miles probably as fast as it would have been to wait for someone to pick us up. So, 3 of us, along with a guy who was waiting with us, decided to go for it. His group had bailed, with an offer to pick us up along the way if we needed help. The rest of the ride was actually somewhat pleasant. Once we got moving, we warmed up sufficiently, and although all three of us got flats, had a nice ride in. Of course, I'm bummed that I didn't get a 100, but there was no way I was going to do another descent in those conditions. My forearms and hands are still aching today.