About 20 miles down the road -- halfway -- the clouds start to lift. The sun peaks through. You can see why people are drawn to this place.
It is so much easier when the road is dry and the sun is shining. Like the best of the theme park rides, the road saves a few thrills for the end. We ride through a fast-moving river, drenching our legs, but smiling all the way. Then there is some gentle coasting past lush jungle and tiny farms.
A chicken scurries across the road -- to get to the other side.
We get to the end of the road, safely.
Even Jeff, the guy who climbed to Everest's base camp, pronounces himself impressed.
"This could be the highlight," he says as he compares the experience to his Everest adventures. "It's not something that everyone gets a chance to do, and it's such a rush. I felt safe the whole time but you're that close [he holds his fingers up] with one error to slipping off the edge and you're done. It's a big rush."
Rachel is equally elated.
"It was good, it was good," she says with a broad smile. "Huge sense of relief. I'm so glad it's over. I loved it. Absolutely stunning."
But, she adds, maybe all that fog at the top of the mountain was good thing, because she couldn't see the steep drop into the valley that was just feet from her bike wheels. "I don't think I could have got down if I had seen that drop in the morning. No way."
We all assemble for a group picture. There are smiles everywhere.
After all, how many people can go home and say they biked down The World's Most Dangerous Road and lived to tell the tale?
Talk about bragging rights.