What do you do when you wake up with a case of food poisoning and you're facing an 87 mile ride? Do you ride and hope for the best? Or do you ride the sag wagon, realizing that you won't get to the destination any sooner, but you'll get there?
Oh, what the heck, it was our last day, the weather was near perfect and the ride was "mostly" downhill. Surely we could do that on sips of water and shot blocks, right? Actually, pretty much. We couldn't have ridden the next day, but, then, all we were facing for Saturday was packing the bikes and a plane flight. In the end, it turned out to be the right decision as we made it to Tucson, albeit a little worse for wear.
Needless to say, we took the flat and direct route. That meant busier roads, but minimal elevation gain. Were we to do this again next year, we'd want to save enough energy to ride back through the fort and then maybe extend over to Mission for the final push north. Yeah, we're already planning next year. There is no better road support than PAC Tour and Tucson calls as an [almost] perfect destination for early Spring riding.