When you train for and race CX your body gets used to 45 minutes of hard effort so doing a 60 mile/ 4800' climbing ride kicked my rear end in an epic fashion.
The 1700 calories my Garnim indicated I burned help negate a portion of Thursday's gluttony.
And the weird stuff you see in northern Arkansas never fails to amaze. House on top of a 5 mile climb flying a huge confederate battle flag, it looked like Beauregard's headquarters. Next up was the pickup towing a mule with a rope across a field. Seriously... and the jokes just went nuts with the group, "So did the guys wife tell him to get his ass up here?" ...and on and on and on...
It was a fun day on the bike with about 3 dozen other knuckleheads who evidently hate shopping, college football, and setting out Christmas decorations.