The whole time it’s happening, you wish it would stop, but the moment it’s over, you’re counting down the days until the next. I guess that’s the definition of Type II fun. It’s an interesting brotherhood that forms out there on long gravel races. Simultaneously making each other suffer, and helping each other fly. These were long yards at @rebeccasprivateidaho. Relentlessly windy, bumpy, and dusty... we maintained this steady grind of a rotation together for nearly 5 hours, until each stumbled across the finish individually, tanks totally empty. Thanks RPI for the footage and memorable opportunity to test what we’re made of.