After a closer examination of that picture, I have to admit the Open Championship Cup looks an awful lot like the old MAC Cup Team championship trophy. You know the one that Leech supposedly "lost" or was next to the lost ark that is hidden in the corner of Gunnar's Garage in West by GOD Virginia.Now, I'm not saying it is the old MAC Cup, but it does have a very similar look. As a guy lucky enough to drink beer from the cup 10 years ago, it's a funny coincident that the Open Cup looks looks so similar. I mean if it was the old "lost" MAC cup I have to admit, it sure looks better in the hands of the Whiskey Springs DEVO team than sitting on Auer's coffee table filled with pennies and house keys...
On the Tuesday night ride I like to try and do, affectionately called the smack-down ride, there is a good little climb that finishes at an intersection with a stop light at the top of the hill. If I have done this loop 30 times in the last couple of years, I can't think of anytime that we ever made that light. We always have to stop and wait for the green...
So tonight, I admit was getting smacked around pretty badly. I mean worse than normal. I really turned myself inside out at the open, and wasn't so fresh today. As the group climbed it's way up the hill that ends at a stop light, I found myself falling off the back. I was getting dropped, and very shortly my night with the smack-down ride was going to be over.
With 200 yards left in the climb, I reached deep in to my stomach of rage and found a little more, as I stood and sprinted my guts out. I figured if I can kill myself for a bit, I can get back on, and then catch my breath as we wait for the light.
I cruised up to the group and figured what the hell, I'd make a cheeky move and I whipped around the group and went to the front. I accelerated for another 10 yards or so, just enough to have a little gap, and then I sat up and let the bike roll as I crested the hill to the red light.
Then the fucking light turned green. Seriously, the first time I can ever remember we actually made that light. I was totally over the limit, seeing double in oxygen debt, and the light turned green. I was so totally screwed.
Karma is a cruel mistress.
respect
fatmarc
3 comments:
it was a good ride. wished i could have hung out more, but herr dickmeister had a bug up his ass about getting home quick.
I would have hung out for a little, but after the name calling, it felt a lot colder all of a sudden. And I wanted to stick with the d*ck theme that was so popular during the ride.
You could have caught a ride home with Marc.
....do you need a hug?
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