I just got back from the first deadgoat hammer ride I've made it out to this year. I spun and did threshold stuff periodically all winter, did Andalucia, and did Whiskey 50, yet this is the first time I've cramped and tasted blood. That counts. Hammering it out on road bikes, chasing around Shawn and Steve, making an attack with Trish on a little hill, dealing with Calgary headwinds - nothing beats that intensity. It was heavenly, in a sadistic way. The Cervelo rebuild feels beautiful!