As I recover from 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. 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. Spending time with my girl, who had the guts to make this her first century, one of two riders who completed that crazy night as their first 100 mile journey.
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. It was an honor to be in such good company, and props to Drew our fearless leader on the most enjoyably miserable bike ride ever. Dark Century forever.