So the ride starts out at a chill pace today, but after the 40 mile rest stop, Werckle leaves a little early. I thought I'd join him, so worked and caught up to him. Little did I know his intentions for Canada though. B-Hard put on the chase, caught us, and got dropped once or twice, but it ended up the three of us running for the border with Werckle having a slow leak in his rear tire. I was going to give him mine to let him take it, but B-Hard sacrificed, so I took it upon myself to be Werckle's other domestique. Shortly thereafter, we rode across the border. Rock on Werckle and B-Hard. Congratulations for a beautiful display of strategy and teamwork.