The weather is getting better. I'm getting on the bike a bit more. I found my outdoor football boots, not that american ponzi style football either.
"Let's face it, everything below the waist is kaput."
Today I had Karen sit in my draft for two hours. She was able to handle ~17 mph most of the time until the roads went uphill. If the group of miscreants from last year's H8er ride don't mind working for her she might be able to finish near Angie or Katie.
That reminds me, I have to get a bike ready for her. RB-1? Sure.
Turn the knob to 11
Who Dat?
- Tim
- Old road racers don't stop, they just get on single speeds... and drink coffee. Lots of coffee and breves. To avoid expensive therapy and to work on my creative writing, I'll be posting various thoughts here.
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