Dark Century III

Ah, the epic insanity that was Dark Century 3. Certain memories from our journey come to mind. Like pedaling through a flooded underpass tunnel with water so deep my feet had to go completely underwater to continue pedaling. If the biking endlessly in the rain hadn't made your feet wet yet, that sure did. Singing songs in a half delusional state of mind. The god send that is 7 Eleven, even if they had the worst croissant I've ever had in my life. Seeing a bat take shelter with us under a bridge as we took a breather.


The Dark Century always attracts a certain detected few in the cycling community, but last night especially brought out only select mentally deranged individuals, of which I am included.

Meghan from our team completed the ride with me as well, as her first century. Less then ideal conditions for a first time, but she hung in there. Also out there was Mark, who rode strong all night. I'm sure riding with the Wolfpack helped, and he was on his sweet new Bianchi. Randy started the ride, and went for a good stretch, but was having trouble and took the blue line home. It was an absolutely crazy night, and bailing was probably the smarter thing to do. It was an honor to be in such good company with everyone there, on the most enjoyably miserable bike ride ever. Dark Century forever.

-Gary