Oh yeah, baby. And it was good. Nice, flat, pleasant, beautiful, just enough food from the Maltby Cafe beforehand (I got biscuits and gravy and poached eggs and stole some of shadowdaddy's "Montana Potatoes"), sore in various parts by the time we hit the halfway mark (but not miserable), tired by the time we hit the 8 mile pole but enthused about getting a horchata at the Pachanga taqueria before we went home. My quads feel well worked out and my "sitz bones" are a bit sore but it was just perfect.
It was a damned good ride and a damned good Sunday and I'm glad we went. I know there will be few days like this in the months to come!