Wow. I am a poor writer. But fuck it.
It's that time of the year again- when I get intimate with my bike and the back roads, mountains, valleys, and ass-tacular motorists of the State College area. When my food expenditure goes through the roof because of the requisite 5000 calories per day. When my face is windburnt from the 30 degree F temperature of the infamous 360 degree State College headwind. And when saddle sores are abound. Oh yea, baby. It's time for base miles.
I did some real rides this week. A two hour ride with my buddy Whitman the other day was my first real ride in a couple weeks. Unbeknownst to me, my saddle slipped back in the rails a good 6mm and the back of my knees suffered. Then I did a 3 hour ride with Whitman, his girl, Dana, and a bunch of other people from the club. We did this sweet climb up Blue Ball road- it was dirt. Even better than Blue Ball road was the fact that the route, if looked at aerially, was shaped like a cock and balls.
So I am stoked (yes I used the word stoked) to start my base miles and become a machine. Or zombie. Whichever.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
where do you get that it is shaped like a cock and balls?
ahhh, the imagination of a homosexual little girl
Whitman pointed that out to me. I just assumed that of anyone who would realize a route is shaped like cock and balls, he would.
Post a Comment