I rode the 100k in 3:59. I saw a few accidents, and my husband reported that one man had a heart attack. I had no flats or mechanical trouble, for once. My husband, doing the 100 miles, had less luck. His entire tire blew after Hell's Gate. A passerby good samaritan took him to the next rest stop, but no mechanic there. The sag wagon took him thru the next two, but no one there could fix it either. He came home on the sag wagon. Bicycles, Inc., God Bless em, fixed his tire for him and this morning I drove him back out to the 60m. mark and he rode the rest of it. I looked a little odd sitting in my chair at the finish line, reading my book, waiting for him, but I cheered for him as he came down the street. He was bummed, but philosophical.
Fun!