After an insane day of relocating pool tables I just wanted to collapse on the couch with a European Cycling mag (English not necessary), and a freezing cold Affligem. Curses!!!! I still had to ride, as well as pick up some beer for the long weekend, since I won't be able to tomorrow night. So I missed the team motor-pacing ride tonight, but the website schedule didn't specify that so it's kinda like......whatever........I went and did my usual default ride and did the Mid Week Crit course for a while. I rode the Pinarello tonight even though the Zipp 303's creak like a cheap haunted house, in a cheap haunted house movie. Don't even get me started on how crappy the Dura Ace shifts and sounds.
I like riding that course by myself , at night. It's kind of like having your own little piece of the world that no one knows about. I'm totally alone, and it's quiet. I like riding in the near-darkness. Keeps me on my toes.
Then I get home and the beers I bought earlier we nice and frosty. No one must knwo my terrible secret. I almost never have more than 2 beers at a sitting.
Look at that guy. There's not a thought running through his mind right now.........
I like riding that course by myself , at night. It's kind of like having your own little piece of the world that no one knows about. I'm totally alone, and it's quiet. I like riding in the near-darkness. Keeps me on my toes.
Then I get home and the beers I bought earlier we nice and frosty. No one must knwo my terrible secret. I almost never have more than 2 beers at a sitting.
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