One hundred twenty-nine miles, 15,000 feet of climbing, five mountain passes in the Sierras (this ride is not for sissies who whine about cobblestones)--it's not called the Death Ride for nothing!
And Markos is doing it tomorrow.
Come on, Kossacks: let's send him some mojo for the wind at his back, all five passes and then home safe and sound.
GOOD LUCK, MARKOS!!!