My picture phone has secretly been downing all the beer I haven't been downing.
A pretty cool office this guy's got for himself.
We got a lot closer than this but didn't go up.
I wish to convert one of these into a house. It would give our kids a leg up on the world when they are asked "what, were you raised in a barn?"
The old grey mare just ain't what she used to be.
Had fun at work all day Saturday but got a chance to get a trainer session in late in the day. You know how enjoyable it is to do 90' worth of tempo/threshold criss-cross in a job site trailer with no fan? I didn't know whether I was going to asphyxiate or drown in a pool of my own sweat first - they were both in the break and taking mad pulls. Fortunately the clock had men on the front the whole time and pulled them back just before the line.
Sunday was a great ride. I saw a very scary and unholy alliance that made me fear for the sanity of masters races this year. As we were rolling out MacArthur, two of the fastest geezers made the turn off of Persimmon Tree. "Holy F" thinks I, "if those two are working together this year, that ain't good for anyone. Especially me." That might have added a bit of impetus to what I was doing.
Someone needs to invent a way to hide ponytails. If you ride with a mujere, especially a very fast one, you CAN NOT make it through a ride without some cock jockey doing some asshatted thing to spare his ego. We were going up Angler's at a steady pace, the kind of steady pace that we wanted to keep for three plus hours, so we were actually reined way the f in from where you would normally go up Angler's. About halfway up, we passed three dudes pretty decisively, giving friendly greetings in hope of avoiding the inevitable as we did. The reason that the inevitable is called the inevitable is because it is assuredly not evitable, and not a minute later there were these three guys standing and hammering it past us, only to barely get around and then completely drop anchor. So the three of us have to move left into the road in order to keep our pace. We're rolling on by them at the top and maintain the same effort as we get onto Falls, so of course we accelerate quite a bit. Hoping against hope that they hadn't decided that the world was their group ride, I maintained our moderately uncomfortable pace and didn't try to slam it to gap them or anything. Sure enough, two minutes later, two of them come past, standing and hammering, get in the front and pull the f-ing handbrakes. This time, they had the grace to drop their other guy in doing this. We all get stuck in the light at River, and the ringleader of their circus tells me "hey - nice pull!" What are you going to do? Tell him that it wasn't a pull, that it's the effort we intend on keeping basically to Sugarloaf and back? I can't f-ing stand this crap. "Thanks." Fortunately they pull off into the parking lot of that new Big Wheel Bikes on Falls. I know I sound like the worst stereotypical roadie fascist douchebag saying that shit, but I can't understand why people must do this shit and why oh why does it never happen when it's just dudes on the ride? The girl we were riding with would knock you down and beat you with a cane like you were a misbehaving adolescent on vacation in Malaysia, bitches.
The rest of the ride was really nice.
Sneak preview. These are freaking hot.