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Twenty four miles.
Three thousand feet of climbing. Bridgeless
stream crossings. A soul-crushing twelve-hundred foot, three and a half mile 7%
grade climb straight out of the starting gate.
Speeds approaching 30 mph down a glorified streambed covered with leaves. Twisty singletrack up the side of a mountain that
makes FOMBA look like an airport runway.
And let’s not forget the half-dozen or so mud pits big enough to make
your redneck friends build a bonfire, buy a case of beer and make a mess of
their favorite truck.
These are the foes that line up to do battle with your
psyche when you step up to the start of the CircumBurke ride.
