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.
Good job. Those coastal winds will suck the speed right out of my legs, even with gears.
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