If you find yourself cycling up in the Gats, you will eventually be passed, if not looped by a large group of racers. They look awesome, they are all dressed in team gear and there is about 50 of them. Did I mention they are incredibly intimidating? As they whip by me, they give me these looks that say "dude, why aren't you with us"? But once they realize I am maxing out at 40 kph while they are over 60k, they kind of shake their heads in understanding. It doesn't mean I don't wish I was packing on with them...but that remains a wish that maybe in a few years can be realized.