Who's the hammer and who's the nail?

Johnny B joined Treb and I Thursday night for a ride through the hills of Afton. There was a cold south wind, but the roads were dry, and the sun was even trying to poke through the clouds.

The first part of the ride was uneventful. Just catching up with each other, and sharing stories about our Big Sky Trip. Our pace was pretty calm, until we decided to line it out for the Afton State Park prime sign.

Then, in the tail wind section, Johnny B took the front. For the past couple years, this has not been his style, but we know his form is on the rise. Treb and I settled in until we hit the rise on Neal. Those who do the 3M ride know this rise well. It looks harmless, but always hurts. We started the hill @20mph and I was pretty much already tapped out. I watched the speed droop as expected. 19, then 18, then 19, then 20, then 21! Crap. He's accelerating. Well done, Johnny B.

The snow flurries started as it got dark out. It made for a surreal ride home. Our lights made it feel like we were riding in a tunnel. Epic.