What a ride

Late August. Augusta, Georgia. Brutal heat. No shade. No mercy.

Sometimes you are the nail...

Seven riders rolled out together, not chasing speed, but chasing something deeper. What started as a ride turned into an epic crossing of five counties, 352 kilometers of shared effort, quiet suffering, and moments you don’t forget. Stops blurred into…

Not a sprint. Not luck. This one was decided early. A committed break. Pressure from the front. No hesitation just execution.

Belgium-style racing. Tight roads. Relentless rhythm. No real recovery. Masters 35+ but don’t let that fool anyone. This is experienced racing. Smart riders. No gifts. And on a course like this: If you go solo… you better be sure.

Boulevard Road Race not a friendly course. Long exposure Dry heat Rolling terrain that never lets you settle A race where positioning and patience decide everything This wasn’t just another start line. This was a test!