After the previous days 3 flats, I rode out trepidatiously, not knowing if I was mechanically sound, but much to my relief ended up having no more flats. Everything was going quite swimmingly until around mile 35 when my right knee decided it was time to give up (from a stress injury I suffered a couple months ago.) Again I was pretty lucky as that was the last serious hill before the next rest stop 5 miles down the road.. After icing down my knee at lunch, I made the executive decision to take the short 60mi route instead of adding to the injury. Rode predominately alone in this section as I was mostly in front of the pack (the normal 50mi crowd rides slower than me, and the faster riders were on the 79 to 106mi routes) I pulled into the finish earlier than the vast majority of rides - pacifier in mouth, spinning as fast as I could muster on my bad knee at 18mph thru the finish line before laying hard on the brakes. Then enjoyed the Amazing Healing Power of Beer.