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We started the ride in Sacramento, traveling to the foothills of the Sierra mountains.  Arriving at the top, we were treated to a vista of mountains, lakes, and clear skies.

Here is just one view.  Passing close to the site of the Donner party...

Joe and Kip have a little re-enactment of the Donner party experience.  A bit tough was Kip's only comment. Joe said it was hard on his dentures.

As we climbed up and up...

Finally reaching the summit at 8,700 feet.

With unbridled excitement, we anticipate the thrill of steaming down a steep mountain road at 50 miles per hour for a distance of 18 miles.  It just doesn't get any better than that.

Here we are traveling as a cohesive group

But where is Kip?  It seems that Kip's survival sense was overpowered by the zest for speed because he became a dot in the distance as he negotiated hairpin curves at high speed with complete aplomb.

Now we seem to have lost James?  It appears that James could not resist the challenge and chases Kip down the hill.  Unfortunately, their pace outdistances Joe who is unable to execute a right turn to continue our travels.  Outdistancing your support vehicle is not a good thing and so we must all turn around and ride back up the hill to the turn-off.  Oh the pain!  But you know, it was well worth it.

OOPS! Maybe James and Kip knew something about where we should be going. Detour! What detour? Oh, I see, Just a little sightseeing in injun country. REAL FLAT and PAVED  all the way into Carson City. Yeah, right.

BUT... nonetheless, the whole group suffers for the sins of the few.