The Dairy Roubaix has come and gone. I remember in the photo I was trying to look wasted and pathetic, but don’t know if that really worked.
The Dairy Roubaix was 54 miles, or 100 and something miles on mostly gravel roads in hilly western Wisconsin. I had a great time. This was my second gravel event. I did my best to train, but the unrelenting snow and winter made it tough to get any significant miles in.
There I am, roaring into the finish! So fast, I passed a Pugsley.
How was it? It was tough. I did an extra 10 miles, 64 total, because I lost my cue sheet. And then, I tried to follow some other guys in, who turned out to be lost, but didn’t know it. I was really mad at those guys!
It snowed like mad the day before we left, but there was almost no snow anywhere, 200 miles to the south. The sun broke through, and it turned into a pretty nice day.
I’m really liking this gravel thing, and I plan on doing more of these. The Dirty Benjamin is up next, unless I find something else sooner. I’ll be adding some more about the bike I rode later.