dingo
an 11t is too much meat.
after another rear wheel disaster, i stupidly put that little bastard on the creaky replacement.
... sometimes, downhills are fun.
- - -
10:03am: the rear was giving up some, to be honest, quite troubling crickety-creaks from its spinning innards. I hopped off to the side, did a bit of the shakey-bendy mech test, and diagnosed with confidence ... 'passable safe.'
shrugged, launched on, decided to ride 'especially smooth' today.
yippee!
11:10am: a pack of injuns attacks from the rear. Appears they gather herd to contest a sprinty-sprint.
.... oh, what the hell, why not?
I hop off the sidewalk and plunge in (gotta take advantage of opportunities offered, yes?). Well, it's winding up on the funmeter when I look up to see the advance of Mr. StopLight. Calculations run quickly and I realize I'll need to back off this acceleration if that light chan...
They blew a stop light at 30mph. That's just uncool and why I so rarely, rarely, RARELY do group rides. [editor's snoote: ...you know how bad i wanted to blow that light and uncork the big bitchsprint. easily safe enough ... but, fuk, ya gotta be the semaritan, you dig?]
11:16am: dodged rest of crazy pack and try to figure out what the hell city I'm in.
12:47: figure out most of above and have kick ass cafe and slice of heaven BananaNutBread.
oh mama ... BNB rocks the bod.
Now, mightn't you have noticed the cafe ? ... well, that's what we have to call a "double espresso" over here. You'd think ordering a "double espresso" would be easy enough, don't you? I mean, if we did things right, I would just order a cafe, and be smiling within moments.
But no - here, i must ask slowly and clearly, so they have chance to recognize the unfamiliar term, "I'd like a DOUBLE ESPRESSO ... please. ... and that cookie, that shit looks awesome."
...
a what?
Double Espresso, please.
DOPE-IYO?
a what?
you wanna dOPE-YO?
Jesus man, just give me two shots of espresso in a cup. please, i gotta ride. ... and don't forget the cookie.
1:43pm: there is no bloody way i can do another one of those in the 53x23. No bloody way.
shyte.
1:52pm: i want to kill my self.
2:45pm: just how short does my sprint have to be into this headwind?
i'm tired.
6 comments:
finally, a poem I can understand...
you little minx.
aren't they the ones with no tales?
no tails,
but cute butts.
no,
tales...
oh never mind, enjoy your cookies, you butt-a-holic
meow.
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