Yeah, this is completely true and I have never understood why because the night-riding is always one of my favorite parts of those kind of races. It's the coolest feeling in the world just to be out there - it just feels like you're in your own little world. Last year, I did one in Washington and there was this one section that ran through some classic high desert areas above a river. Around midnight or so, I came through there on one lap and it started raining very lightly and I noticed that even though you could see for a couple miles in every direction, there wasn't another light anywhere. It might be one of the bets memories I have racing. It was totally quiet except for the sound of light rain drops on top of my helmet and I was just cruising along. It was one of those sublime moments that I'll never forget. I also remember one I did up in Wisconsin where one part of the course took you along a dirt road next to a farm field and all night long the only company I had out there were the mice scurrying back and forth across the road. There were hundreds of them. It's funny because those are always the types of things I recall. I never recall the moments that hurt and I have to be reminded of any mechanicals or other issues. I only remember the moments when I think there's nowhere else I'd rather be.
