My first day was okay, not too bad. I was rested from Cerro Castillo and ready for the dirt road and pampas. It was the second day that I lost it after literally three to four hours of washboard roads.
This was only the beginning of Ruta 40, and we were at Califate, our last stocking-up stop. For 12 days we would be riding the hardest, most insane road in South America, where even drivers can't believe how bad it is. All the cyclists have nightmare Ruta 40 stories about the condition of the so-called road and the dreaded side winds. I had a taste of it and I didn't like it.
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