| | Chicken Lady sets the pace. Wayne in hot pursuit. | |
| | | Local kids come out and wonder why we don't have any pedals. | |
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| | OK. So enough of this life of luxury. QuadBuster beckons - the pointy bit. | |
| | | Cyclists settle into a slow pace for the 1.6 mile ascent. Legs start to burn. | |
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| | Caring cyclists provide a push for those who are struggling. | |
| | | Near the summit - a riotous welcome party and lots of encouragement. | |
|
| | Cocktail Lady is looking mahvelous today. Tim gives her some make-up tips. | |
| | | So that's okay then. Just the 400 to go. | |
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| | Lunch stop at Bradley. Local residents outclass the catered lunch and clean up! | |
| | | PM rest stop. Mission and pilgrims? I'm too tired to figure it out. | |
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| | Pilgrims provide painful history lesson. | |
| | | Oh that kind of missionary! | |
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| | | Camp ahoy! Last 30 miles very nasty as road surface and winds conspire. | |
|
| | A hearty welcome from my pal Max. 280 miles and 17 hours of saddle time. Ouch! | |
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