Found this audio clip from an especially excruciating day on my 2019
1:22pm: “One mile at a time. On skyline drive. In the shade. 73 degrees. 62 miles down. What does that mean? 44 to go. No, 54 to go. Geez, bad math. 54 to go.”
Yes, I talk to myself while I’m riding. No, I don’t always record it.
