I rode my bike from downtown San Jose to downtown Santa Cruz this weekend. It was roughly 40 miles and fairly brutal in spots. At one point there was a 5 mile hill that I thought might kill me. Once I reached the summit, I knew that the only way to celebrate would be lots of ice cream in Santa Cruz. So Rocky, Julia and I had renewed vigor as we sped down to civilization. The ride took 4 and half hours.
The Brooks saddle is going to be fun to break in, but since I had amazing chamois I didn't even feel my ass. It only hurt a little as I rode later that night after music in the park, so I decided to walk home instead of trying to ride.
