One of my favorite parts of the race is when the first person passes me from a later group. It always sounds like a freight train flying up the mountain. It usually comes around mile 6 or 7 for me, right when I’m starting to really hurt and feel like I’m all alone. It’s a real pick-me-up because whoever it is always says something positive on their way by. One year it was a pack of 5 riders in a row, which was quite a sight. Other times, it has been Rusty all on his own. My favorite pass of all time was when Sarah Brown flew by me 20 weeks pregnant and ahead of everyone else. I think her record performance that year will stand for a very long time and will never, ever be broken by someone that far along in a pregnancy.