Being back in Reno the opportunity for some really long, nasty, "God I want to shoot myself in the head" before turning another crank sort of rides is around for a couple more weeks before the snow flies. And I don't get the appeal. It could be that I am way out of shape. It could be that I am a better rider going down the hill. But gosh darn if I don't understand the appeal of the long distance abuse ride. Can anyone explain this addiction some folk seem to have? 40 mile off road rides with 10,000' total climbs. That's just sick.