The stats are hilarious. They must have been calculated by Dave, the Eldora snow report guy. Max speed of 73mph? Hmmmm. Total ride time of just shy of six hours. But, apparently - I fell down for about 2 hours. Hmmmm. When I pulled in the drive the thing said 167 feet of climbing. I was feeling pretty fuckig certain that I had surpassed 170 feet of climbing since 10am (it now being near 5). This ride was like a day in advertising. All the highs, all the lows, and everything in between - all in one day. On the way to town (I call it the 1,500 foot coffee run) I just got spanked and abused and beaten in the woods. I down-climbed about 700 feet looking for something that apprently god did not deem I was worthy to find. However, on the way back, when I was contemplating riding straight home and watching "The Walking Dead" in the window seat and drinking beer I decided to double down on the beat down - and carry - the fuck - back up - the pile of shit I carried down on the way there. As that had been so pleasant. About half way up I found a grade, and then some signs, and then some history, and by the time I hauled my tired ass and bike and pack over the lip of that climb....I believe I initiated some history. As this is a connection I have been trying to architect for about 15 years. I keep going back. How was I to know this afternoon was going to be the breakthrough. I didn't. It was unlikely, even remotely possible. I would not have bet on myself. But, indeed....hauling the cross of the bike up that gad-damned hill, itdid reveal itself. And one must only find trail once, in order to ride it for a lifetime. High as a kite. Can't wait to get back in there.