When I first moved to SoCal in late 2014, I heard of this groovy and “weird” ride in San Marcos called the Belgian Waffle Ride. It went on dirt some, pavement lots, and was ridiculously hard. Back in Kansas, we always took gravel roads and dirt paths as connectors between cool roads. Also, with my cyclocross background, this seemed right up my alley. In my first attempt I was 11th. I thought it was good, some people thought I could do better. While I’ve never able to duplicate that 11th place from 2016, I’ve always wanted to give it a good proper try. I thought this year would be the year.