As the 100km crew started to come through we were able to catch the tail. Jet streaming alongside cows meandering and munching tall verdant grass in the paddocks. The whippets kept up the pacey stretch, punching into the headwinds. Sharp turn left and respite. As the caffeine and sugars started to deminish their effectiveness. The beauty of Back Forest riding alongside a winding Broughton Creek took away the growling concerns.