Day 3: King City to Paso Robles

Only 67 miles today! No punctures, just a never-ending hill going up into the mist named the "QuadBuster", and a stint of cycling on the 101 freeway. The freeway was sketchy not because of the traffic but because the verge was horribly rutted, so we ended up having to cycle along the white line as close to the traffic (and as far from the ruts) as possible.

In the early afternoon we passed this long trainload of military vehicles; I have no idea what their final destination was.

I did have really sore quads at the end of the day today. Maybe part of this was psychosomatic (I didn't even know what a quad was until today's hill taught it to me). I went for a massage in the "Burning Man"-themed tent and it hurt like nothing I've experienced for a while. "It's for your own good!" grunted the masseuse, and maybe it was, but it also felt like a near-birth experience.