Having done many fun runs and two half-marathons, I was surprised to find the end of the Flying Wheels ride so anticlimactic. There was no finish-line banner or cheering spectators. We finished where we had started, in the Marymoor velodrome parking lot. Riders dumped their bikes, wandered around the velodrome, watched some riders dressed up in silly costumes doing laps around the velodrome, and then drifted away. The guy in the top photo was attempting to wash his face with a water bottle. We hung around for a little while and I bought a hot dog to eat, then we loaded up the bikes and headed home.