I like the route changes as well. With a stiff headwind coming up the Anacostia, I rode alone to and from the 11th Street Bridge. It seems like most riders opted to cross the East Capitol Street Bridge instead, shaving off 2 or 3 miles. Or maybe I was the 55-mile lanterne rouge.
Pie portions seemed bigger this year. Yay pie. I missed out on the mead. Boo.
Location of the pit stop in the park in Greenbelt was moved closer to the parking area, away from the bees that stung me the last couple of years.
The post ride party is always fun and this year was not exception.
Thanks to all the volunteers, pit stoppers, and WABA staff.