This is my bike with the clip-on aero bars Jaime loaned me for the Double Eagle time trial. You could think of them as instruments of torture:
This is my heart rate during the Double Eagle time trial. You could think of the red zone here as the zone of torture.
This is my smiling face after the whole thing was over, thinking it really wasn’t all that bad, a swirling 15 mph wind across the west mesa – generally a head wind for the last half of the ride – notwithstanding:
(Note the stylish cyclist’s white ankle tan line.)