episode 108 : Charlie's cure for frozen junk

step one: Find a magical piece of cloth. Also known as a ratty old towel or a rag.

step two: strategically place said "magical cloth" in affected junk area:

step three: aside from keeping your berries and twigs from freezing, this technique also makes you feel like your name is Johnny Wadd.

Lots of long road miles this weekend. Saturday was lead by Charlie and saw our group wander around towards Strausburg, rolling through some pretty monstrous hills. You had three of what I consider to be the most pure powerful guys I get to ride with around here in Buddy the leg breaker, Jan, and Rob C. (Dr. Destructo). The three of them attacked on one climb, blowing the rest of the group to pieces. From 200 yards back it was very fun to watch. K-man also road well, he is opening up in three weeks, he will do well.

Saturday was another fun group, more long miles, despite E-town's plans we rode a little stronger than base pace. I was pretty jacked up after the previous day's effort, but not enough not to be an instigator from time to time. The loop, the world famous "Queen B" loop is pretty much flat, so you just have time your moves well, and hang on for dear life the rest of the time. Jan again was the primary agitator as I swear that dude got on the front started driving the pace, and kept at it for the duration. Green Trek John continued to rock his 1X9 road bike, the 1 being a 54. I had some pink envy as Nuggy had some mighty sweet pink parts on his ride.

Highlight of the weekend was lunch with Monkey and Jan, where our food was delayed at Iron Hill in Newark, so the manager asked us if we would like free dessert for the delay. Indignantly, I looked at her and responded, "what's my name bitch? Do you know who I am? I 'm fatmarc, get that dessert tray out here now!" or something like that. I had a nice cappuccino crunch ice cream and Jan had a nice key lime cheese cake.

Knowing I would be putting in some long miles this weekend, I joined some kids from the clog factory at Perkins, and partook of a country fried steak meal. I have to admit this was my favorite meal back in my "burlier days". I will also admit that I ate the entire meal, but it ripped through me faster than Sherman through went through Georgia. I admit this meal was much better in theory than actual application.

respect.
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