When I was 16, I had this girlfriend, we'll say her name was Winona (to protect the innocent of course). We started dating the fall of my junior year, truth be told, it was kind of a weird relationship. Despite "going steady" we barely saw each other during the week, despite going to the same school. We rarely talked on the phone, didn't go out of the way to see each other, really were kinda of cordial. It was kinda strange. Honestly, aside from being killer cute, and a nice girl, I don't remember really having a particular affinity for her. However, what I really liked about her was that we hooked up.
My group of friends at the time were all paired off, and every weekend we'd end up at some one's house in the basement having a make out party. Very slowly the intensity of the make out parties was upped. Winona and I were both rookies, although she was far more aggressive, and had rounded 3rd base with another dude before we started dating. As a horny 16 year old boy, this was a characteristic I found especially attractive. She was a good kid, so was I, we were 16 year olds with hormones full on raging.
Finally, late one December before the big winter dance we were having one of these make out parties at my buddy Ken's place, in a furious thunder of ripping velocro, we were both wearing those cool jimmy z's pants with the velcro waists, it was on. Jimmy Z's made famous by Christian Hosoi were very stylish but not so much for a quicky on the down low in a room with 2 other couples. Luckily they were all in the throws of passion, otherwise it might have been creepy. I don't remember too much after that, I think I kinda blacked out, I do remember it was over pretty damn quickly. Month's later Winona and I would break up after I found out she was no longer into skate guys, but frat guys instead. I think she missed the "your supposed to dump the skate guy before you sleep with the frat guy" rule. No worries, like I said we didn't really have a ton in common. She was a good kid. Life's lesson learned. 20 years later I smile at the entire thing.
Saturday was a different kind of first for me, Bob, Ryan, Kevin, Buddy(the leg breaker), Rob, Scott, Craig, Tom (papa smurf), Matt (run forest), Rob (ntntamfmb20), Fitzy, and Marcus, broke me in all over again. And let me tell you, my ass was so sore afterwards. That's right, it was my first century.
100 miles. I was grateful to have such an accomplished group dragging me around all day. Early on Kevin, who I don't think found a single spot of difficulty today, lead us up a number of difficult climbs. It was reminicent of climbing on Charlies's ride last week, just 50 miles longer. I said this winter that Kevin was the most underrated mtber in our area, I don't think that will be the case too much longer. Finally, after almost 50 miles, we made the turn and things seemed to flatten out as we worked our way home. Buddy the leg breaker really rode strongly today as he seemed to attack climb, after climb.
I am also convinced that Marcus feels no physical pain at all as I think he sat on the front for 98 of 100 miles. I admit after 5:55 minutes of what I felt was a hilly century, I was very happy to watch the old PT roll over to 100 miles. Very much like my other "first time" I think I kinda blacked out at that point.
Me, I pretty much held on for dear life the entire ride, which is par for my course this time of year. I am a big fan of all the Bean's guys, their riding group reminds me a lot of our riding group, folks that work very hard, have a lot of fun, and show respect for each other.
With so much similarity between our communities, getting Bob from the Bean's organization to join the Mighty Spot Brand Twin Six team is such a bonus for us. He is such a great rider, and fits in very well with our program. I enjoy the interaction between our two groups, it's like some kind of conference or something. Perhaps more importantly as our two groups get to interact together more, in the end I believe both teams get stronger.
Someone certainly has to help me, that's for sure.
After the ride, Monkey, who put in a 3 hour ride of her own, and I hit Border Cafe. We were both totally starving. We split a Chorizo quesidilla , and then she went with some enchaladias, and I had blackened catfish fahitas. There were excellent.
respect.
fm
My group of friends at the time were all paired off, and every weekend we'd end up at some one's house in the basement having a make out party. Very slowly the intensity of the make out parties was upped. Winona and I were both rookies, although she was far more aggressive, and had rounded 3rd base with another dude before we started dating. As a horny 16 year old boy, this was a characteristic I found especially attractive. She was a good kid, so was I, we were 16 year olds with hormones full on raging.
Finally, late one December before the big winter dance we were having one of these make out parties at my buddy Ken's place, in a furious thunder of ripping velocro, we were both wearing those cool jimmy z's pants with the velcro waists, it was on. Jimmy Z's made famous by Christian Hosoi were very stylish but not so much for a quicky on the down low in a room with 2 other couples. Luckily they were all in the throws of passion, otherwise it might have been creepy. I don't remember too much after that, I think I kinda blacked out, I do remember it was over pretty damn quickly. Month's later Winona and I would break up after I found out she was no longer into skate guys, but frat guys instead. I think she missed the "your supposed to dump the skate guy before you sleep with the frat guy" rule. No worries, like I said we didn't really have a ton in common. She was a good kid. Life's lesson learned. 20 years later I smile at the entire thing.
Saturday was a different kind of first for me, Bob, Ryan, Kevin, Buddy(the leg breaker), Rob, Scott, Craig, Tom (papa smurf), Matt (run forest), Rob (ntntamfmb20), Fitzy, and Marcus, broke me in all over again. And let me tell you, my ass was so sore afterwards. That's right, it was my first century.
100 miles. I was grateful to have such an accomplished group dragging me around all day. Early on Kevin, who I don't think found a single spot of difficulty today, lead us up a number of difficult climbs. It was reminicent of climbing on Charlies's ride last week, just 50 miles longer. I said this winter that Kevin was the most underrated mtber in our area, I don't think that will be the case too much longer. Finally, after almost 50 miles, we made the turn and things seemed to flatten out as we worked our way home. Buddy the leg breaker really rode strongly today as he seemed to attack climb, after climb.
I am also convinced that Marcus feels no physical pain at all as I think he sat on the front for 98 of 100 miles. I admit after 5:55 minutes of what I felt was a hilly century, I was very happy to watch the old PT roll over to 100 miles. Very much like my other "first time" I think I kinda blacked out at that point.Me, I pretty much held on for dear life the entire ride, which is par for my course this time of year. I am a big fan of all the Bean's guys, their riding group reminds me a lot of our riding group, folks that work very hard, have a lot of fun, and show respect for each other.
With so much similarity between our communities, getting Bob from the Bean's organization to join the Mighty Spot Brand Twin Six team is such a bonus for us. He is such a great rider, and fits in very well with our program. I enjoy the interaction between our two groups, it's like some kind of conference or something. Perhaps more importantly as our two groups get to interact together more, in the end I believe both teams get stronger.Someone certainly has to help me, that's for sure.
After the ride, Monkey, who put in a 3 hour ride of her own, and I hit Border Cafe. We were both totally starving. We split a Chorizo quesidilla , and then she went with some enchaladias, and I had blackened catfish fahitas. There were excellent.
respect.
fm
9 comments:
Nice Pants! Luckily I'm a couple of years too young to have rocked them. I do know I must have looked cool in my Vision Street Wear kicks though.
Congrats on the century, it seems a bunch of other internerders got too, myself included.
Jimmy-Z's, thanks for the flash back.
Congrats on the century, especially if it was as windy up there as it was here this weekend.
Jimmy Z's.....Wow - what a flashback. I still may have a pair floating around in the back of the closet somewhere. I still try and keep up with the younger hipster kids though - wearing some Quicksliver jeans now :O
Goodtimes...
I'm thinking a flat (for real this time) fixie 100 to the art museum when I get back from vacay. It's Sesame Street compared to FXDWHL's rides, but you do what you can.
Did you check the PT at the end of the ride? It tells you how many calories you burned. Cool number.
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yep, those beans guys are strong...not to mention their rad female squad ;)
You guys make suffering & pain look fun!
hmmm, your high school relationship reminds me of a certain MABber's now. . .
hee-hee hee--oooo that's gonna hurt
Hey Marc:
Are you getting some nega-coaching?
http://davefoley.com/bikeracing/negacoach/index.html
And I thought de-flowering you would have been a lot more fun and less painful. Glad I was wrong, good times. You can never go back to that "pure" state now. Do you want to?
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