Chapter 21: Gut Bomb

Did the PWC today, but instead of the normal loop, we did a ride called the Red Toad. I'd like to tell you that the Red Toad has some super cool meaning, or that the name comes from someone who bonked so hard they had they started licking frogs to get home, but that would be a total fabrication. The name frankly comes from the road where the bulk of the hills, and the most dynamic stretch of riding occurs: Red Toad Road.

I love the Red Toad loop. Lots of climbing, very fast, fun ride. I parked my ass in the pain cave today and made smores. It was really nice to do something different down at the ole PWC. The group was really strong as Dan the man lead the way, Postal Dave, Leo, Spot Paul, Tommy MC, Ying, Wolf, Christian, Lisa Lisa, and a couple for dudes I didn't know made up the group. Early on I was going hard in the hills, Dan pulled me aside with a "there's lots of climbing to go, save something." Boy I was glad he did. We hit the Red Toad where the two toughest hills were, over the first I was in a nice little break with Dan the Man, and then Postal. I was hanging on their wheels for dear life. After the first summit, Dan looked at me, said, "good job" and then threw down a little attack over the second. Dan the man instantly gapped us. I tried to cover Dave but cracked badly. I just spun over the top as Ying and Tom passed me, luckily we had a small regroup and I was able to get back, I was in serious trouble. Postal rolled up to me and said, "dude you're all business on the bike, no joking today." I replied, "you can't be a smart ass if you can't breathe." I clearly rode over my head today. The rest of the ride was really what the PWC is all about for me, flat out rotating paceline through rollers; me totally on the edge, just telling myself, one more pull, one more pull, another minute in the pain cave, another minute in the pain cave...

At the end of the ride we ate some donuts, I drank some water. I got home to find chunky monkey, FFamy, Roger, Kathleen, and Les heading out for a mountain bike ride at fairhill. Being somewhat retarded at that point, I retreated to the couch for a nap. Once they finished we rolled into town and got burritos from the Mexican Picnic. I had a blacked chicken burrito, it tasted awesome, easily the best burrito in town. It was so big, only one word could describe it: gut bomb.

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