92 miles of ups and downs on some of the most beautiful roads and bike paths in New Hampshire’s White Mountain Region as foliage is just shy of peak. With super nice rest stop volunteers, the owner of the Common Man flipping burgers in white socks/boat shoes/worn out t-shirt and apron/tattered and hole-filled cargo shorts, a brass band, and a band with mandolin/guitar/squeezebox.
Y’all should ride it. The event was super mellow and outstandingly gorgeous. From the foggy and near-frosty start, the early hellish climbs, the perfect views, and the downgrade final six miles, it was well worth the effort.