I rolled out, expecting to take Stark Street down hill to the Stark Street bridge over the Sandy River, but instead we made our way north to Troutdale proper and took the other bridge. This is what I get for not reviewing the route, but I do like surprises.
Soon I saw one of the unobtrusive but widely available SAG drivers go by. The driver slowed, looking for my thumbs up and was easily recognizable by the black and yellow striped tape on the vehicle.
More climbing ensued and I encountered a rider whose pauls had been crushed, right near Paul Road! I called in for SAG relief for the paul-crusher and continued on.
Arriving at the turn off for 75 vs 100 miles, I thought I'd take the short way. Just then a gentleman I'd met at lunch came along and said "you're not flaking, are you?". So I took the long way.
Many very trafficky highway miles later, passing through Estacada in the heat of the day, with yet more hills ahead, I decided to call it a day and head home. I still rode 80 miles, but between the smoky air and heat, I surrendered.