sweet twisting single track that folks from out of state can destroy.
you know if you build a trail system that any idiot can ride, they will.
fast climbs, friends throwing in "peach" attacks. Just great stuff.
and the reality that I can't say it's January and I refuse to ride indoors.
I am losing the battle of the bulge. I don't think there is a MAC Clydesdale Class.
And so this week I ride the trainer.
I ride the trainer with MSNBC on, with MP3 player on, and I forage ahead, never really going any farther than my living room. Such a soulless activity.
To break up the sheer monotony a stealth group of us did a little urban neighborhood ride last night. It looked like this. Nothing sadder than a pack of mtbers, scarying soccer moms in mini vans, while crusing around town.
I can't tell you who was all there, because it's a secret. But someone got a new GPS.
I can tell you that one rider, who I happen to be very close with forgot her helmet, brought the wrong shoes and had her tire blow off the rim. Needless to say, it was an early night for her. Any guesses?
This morning I put on one of my secret Henry's jerseys. I thought to myself, "self, this is a little snug. Perhaps I stretched on one of Monkey's jerseys by mistake."
I checked, and a tear welled up in my eye when it was clear that it's was in fact my jersey, not the monkeys.
time to pull out the old Xl jerseys...
here's hoping your miles are more entertaining than mine.
respect
faticus.
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I was changing the in the rock gym bathroom last night.
another woman came in just in time to hear me say:
I'm cold.
Shit. My pants are too tight.
Fuck. It's really cold.
Oh wait, its winter.
we're all fat so we don't shiver to death.
...or maybe that's just my way of easing the pain of perpetual tight pants?
Marc, I thought I felt a disturbance in the force lately... didn't realize it was gravitational pull from planetary bodies. This late winter outburst is killing a lot of us, I fear. My tailor will be happy, however, when I rip the ass out of my pants trying to bend over far enough to see past my and get a glimpse of my toes. Warm weather is just around the corner, last year's -.75C global un-warm-en-ing notwithstanding. Hang in there.
Oh yeah, and put down the Oreos, and back away with your hands up, sir.
no MAC Clydesdale Class?
bummer
At least it's only xl jerseys you have to dig out, I don't own jerseys to fit my gut from hell, and since I used to be so retardly skinny, I can't even fit my head through any of my old stuff. I'll probably have to buy new ones, do they make 4x or 5x?
silly silly Zayne Braun... twas not ffa... twas the Monkey! But you were close :)
You get nothing! Buah aah aaah!
Marc, I'm losing too.
Worse, I'm getting depressed about the cold, eating more from the depression, not riding because it is too cold and I hate my trainer, getting depressed because of it, eating more because I am depressed, getting fatter, eating more because I am depressed, and riding like S**T because I am so darn fat and depressed!
Two XL jerseys showed up at my door out of no where. I have no idea who gave them to me. I should send you one. They look funny with my small bibs.
Crouse
I'm not alone! Pass the Pop Tarts and turn on the tube. It's February. Good news: there's still a bit of light in the sky at 6:00PM.
I feel your pain man. It's all just fuel to be burned this spring. Right? RIGHT??????
numb nuts?
and
here, no end in sight,
only inches and inches of white.
video chat ride time!!
xo
m
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