Hello all. Apologies for any offensive overtones, but I am hopped up on Harpoon Belgian Pale Ale. Post ride spoils for us doing the ultimate job on the hahpoon. We freakin dominated! Me, Adam, MC and KC woke up at 330am and rolled down to the start. Bagel and cream cheese. Check. Rolled outta the lot at 520, second group. Cadilac roll the first 45, interupted only by a puncture for KC. Btw, she made her bones with the Dough today. Rockin it hard all 148. At mile 24, KC got a pinchie because I failed to yell "Hole!". Sorry KC, but AT was in front of me, and he dooshed the call. To be fair, there were more potholes on this ride than you could imagine. Roads are better in Fallujah (props to Lovell).
Anyhoo, took it real easy to the first climb at 45. 7 miles at 6-8 percent. Ho hum. Stroked it!
Then rollers to mile 91, where we encountered a hill dubbed the "Leviathan" in these parts. Whatever. 8-10 percent for four point five miles. Spun it out. Fellas, in 9 months the Leviathan is gonna give birth to a curly haired red headed kid, cuz I had my way with that beast. The steady diet of Haggis for breakfast culminated in a crescendo of Leviathan Libido (AT wants a DNA test, cuz he thinks the baby is his!). Leviathan? Whatever. All four of us kicked that hill to the curb. One guy sez to KC, "you Texans can climb! No shiite dumbass! These
Side Note: New England Yankees are the worst riders ever. Absolutley no teamwork up here. These guys are consumate wheel suckers, absolutely unwilling to share the load.
Summary: we executed the plan. Reverse splits. AT show restraint never before showcased. MC was beastish, and KC was tougher than 90% of these NE dandie boys. And I finished. Which has been a long time coming!
On the bus to Hub City, basking in beer and endorphins. Like Shoeless Joe said in Field of Dreams "is this Heaven?" Answer: No, it's Vermont, but its damn close!
Have a good ride tomorrow!
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