Treb, you've really let yourself go.

I finally got Treb back on the bike, albeit, a little late. Treb, Baker, Rusty and I hit the hills of Diamond Bluff big time. I started out the ride hard, as usual. Baker quipped to Treb that I was trying to get him back in shape in just 1 day.

We stopped in Trembelle for water, only to end up invading a Harley Rally. Talk about fish out of water. What are we going to do, die of thirst, or at the hands of the Hells Angels. One dude offers us water, goes and grabs it from his cooler, and it's in a Vodka bottle. At that point, we were desperate, and didn't dare refuse his hospitality. Besides, water is water, right? He had 3 bottles of bloody mary mix on his table, which Treb and Rusty thought looked pretty good at that point in the ride, but intelligently refrained.

Next, we headed south on one of our favorite roads in the area, County O. It runs along the Trembelle River Valley, is quiet, and just plain beautiful. Then we hit a sequence of 5 climbs that I linked together between the Trembelle Valley, County OO Valley, and St. Croix River Valley. We ended up hitting those 5, plus 2 more on Hwy 35 back to Prescott, for a total of 7 tough climbs in about 20 miles.

On the first climb, Treb impressed us by climbing on the front. We're all thinking, this is rediculus. How does he do it. Then he attacked and took the Diamond Bluff prime. WTF? Well, his dominance was short lived. On the second climb, Baker heard Treb wheezing, and dropped the hammer. Baker's leading on a climb. It's like an episode from Twilight Zone. Baker was on fire on each of the rest of the climbs. Treb was able to keep pace just behind Rusty on climbs 2-4, but finally folded over backwards on the 5th.

I nursed Treb a bit on the 2 Hwy 35 climbs headed back to Prescott, and he recovered enough to ride tempo into the Prescott Prime, which Baker took handily. From Prescott, Treb and Rusty had to head home, while we headed for some lunch at the Afton Bean.

Then Jordan met us in Lakeland, and we rode up to Stillwater to watch the Pros race. We saw a ton of Loons including Dr P. and the Red Lantern. Red Lantern managed to crash into the haybails in t-minus 3 days till he leaves for France. Luckily, he just scraped up his hand and arm.

The Stillwater is an awesome race to watch, between high speed corners on the downhill, to the crank bending climb. After the race, Stamm joined Jordan, Baker, and I for a climb up Chillicoot, and then home to Hudson. What a great day.