Mark the Shark...

Dear Readers,

This is Mark.

Mark is an Iron Man. He is really strong.
This past weekend, I got to head out on a ride with Mark and some of his peers, lovingly refereed to in the area as the Shark Tank. The ride was going very well. Mark, like a great rock and roll drummer, bangs out the tempo that like the drum beat drives a song, drives the ride. There is a workman like feel to Mark's rides- not Frantic, steady, strong, fast. grinding... There's never one effort that kills me, I just seem to crack in the middle somewhere trying to keep up with the beat...





We had a great group.
On a few hills there was a little, as Mark calls it,  "ick" and "ish".  No one really attacking, just some subtle half wheeling and generally keeping each other honest. It was in these sections that I tried to bluff my way through, but the pictures tell the truth...

You want to take a bathroom break. Sure take your time (so I can recover).

About 1/3 into the loop, we crested a hill together and, Mark announced that he had broken a spoke and his wheel wasn't serviceable. His ride was done.  Mark was not a happy Shark. The rest of us agreed to time trial back and get a car to pick him up. Mark was frustrated to have his ride cut short. 

As we rolled out, we noticed that a couple of guys were cleaning up one of the yards where we left Mark. They were trimming trees and taking down some old tress that didn't survive the winter.

We encouraged Mark to help the guys out, you know to keep warm and get a work out.












Rumor has it that when Mark was picked up the yard looked like this:




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