After the last bridge we caught the tail of a reluctant Tri-Guy. I say reluctant because it was pretty obvious he didn't want us in his draft and pushed out to let us pass. Unfortunately he had a good clip going and it was difficult to get in front. Michael was able to pull ahead of him and Tri-Guy conveniently slipped in between Michael and I. I guess he wasn't happy about pulling for us, but was all to quick to slip into Michael's draft.
I held third position until Tri-Guy started showing signs of fatigue. I picked up the pace, got behind Michael and soon enough Tri-Guy dropped off the back.
Once in Newport we refueled and headed back. Michael flatted early on and it took a while to change his tire. The wind was blowing in all directions. Sometimes we had a tailwind and other times it was a headwind. At the Honda Center the wind decided against us and it was a headwind the rest of the way home.
The ride home wasn't fun. As the day progressed it started warming up and the darn headwind. I started cramping a bit heading back up Grand Ave... Ugh, Grand Ave. sucks riding up after many, many. many, miles. I have to admit, I walked up parts of Grand Ave.
When I got home I was beat! I haven't done a beach ride in a while and I think I went to hard in the beginning. Michael was a little tired (at least that's what he told us). John was just as beat as me. This definitely wasn't my greatest riding day.
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Good job. Those coastal winds will suck the speed right out of my legs, even with gears.
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