Sean & I did the 100k on soft, muddy, washed-out roads. We lucked out on the weather: though we did get soaked a couple of times, it didn't rain all day, and it cleared up a bit in the afternoon. Enough went wrong to make it an adventure: my front shifter failed on me (I'm not sure why--pouring rain wasn't ideal for diagnosis, and the D2R2 is mostly a matter of climbing steep hills or coasting down the other side with your hands on the brakes, so who needs high gears anyway) and Sean took a wrong turn at one point and I spent quite a while searching for him 'til a wisp of cell signal told me he wasn't dead in a ditch...we didn't meet up 'til a late lunch. We met some cool people, rode some gorgeous roads, and got completely coated with liquefied mud. In the end, we once again learned that beer is an important source of electrolytes. I'm sorry I don't have any photos of the truly hairy parts of the ride, such as the Old Albany Road climb (a 6% grade up soft gravel, mud, and yes, flowing water), the Deer Park plunge, or, perhaps my favorite, our screaming descent down the streambed also known as Hawks Road. As it turned out, I felt a need to keep both hands on the handlebars. Thanks to D2R2, I've expanded my vocabulary: the noun form of gnarly is "gnar."