Lili had booked two side-by-side condos. Most everyone met at my place since I was the most southern participant. Kelly, her brother Mark, Caroline, and I rode in my car. We didn’t want to be dependent on Lili and her driving.
A number of the same people on this trip were on last year’s trip, as well as new faces. Most of us called it an early night on Friday, with an early rise for the Saturday bike race. But some people were skipping the bike race and stayed out most of the evening.
I did my usual breakfast frenzy – no one walks away hungry. At the race start, Caroline and I got separated from the rest of the pack. We also managed to get separated during the race, but managed to meet up at the next pit stop.
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| Whatever you do, you MUST beat the clown. |
The hill, AKA
El Tigre, was a brute. But every upside has a downside. Caroline and I peaked at 45 MPH. Crazy.
We hooked up with most of our crew at the finish. Lili did her usual dancing on the stage with the band.
Rosarito To Ensenada Bike Race Pics
