The end of a week of packing and riding - my last so-called "normal" week here. The contents of 511 are largely already into boxes and what remains will be put into their various traveling containers over the weekend. Gritty ride last night, with just 3 members of the B group sticking it out over the length of the island for an average that we coaxed up to 24.60 with a killer final 8 miles. It seems strange to think that there's just one more flying island in my future and that if things aren't coming together at home (or it rains) it won't happen. Home after the ride for dinner, packing, Olympics, Labor Day planning, and time with Jenelle even if not in the best way. Lunch was on Patrizio today at Hob Nob, another likely 'last' before they start in earnest tomorrow.

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