Those hard enough to handle the 30 degree start included Ullrich, La-vell, Vijay and Me. What promised to be a big Dough Roll turned into a four man paceline. Some had legit alibis, other's excuses reeked of Puissance*. {Puissance, that's the word of the day.}
We rolled out to Fitzhugh via Southwest Pkwy. First hour we took a nice, controlled spin. While spinning, we were left standing still by the ATC ride. Someday we will hook on the back of that roll and kick it up a few notches. But, not today. They whooshed by, with that cool thrumming of collective carbon rims, all of them pushing big boy watts.
We spun up to Fitzhugh, and turned the heat up a little bit. Weather started a bit nipply, but turned phenomenal. Hard to believe that this sweet Hill Country riding is right in my backyard. I live here baby!
For the majority of the roll we hung together, with the exception of a few greyhound moments. On the way back we drove a sweet paceline (See Lap 9 for details). Also did a few intervals for grins (laps 3.5.7 and 11).
Post-ride Veej and Ullrich did some recon in LaGrange. How does it look fellas? And Panozz? How was the Crit?
According to Urban Dictionary, Puissance is defined as:
*Puissance
The aroma generated by someone that yields to their inner soft-man. Odor is a combination of curdled breast milk and failure.
Example-
When Billy googled the temperature, the room filled with sickly-sweet puissance. He went back to bed.
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