Weather is not bad enough for me. I'm out.
So far I am riding alone. Which is fine. I used to ride alone. I used to ride alone for miles on end, eating cold gravel. Occasionally I rode so long I had to drink my own piss. I had to ride naked in 31 degree weather, and when I crashed and both my arms fell off, I had to carry them in my mouth, while riding with no hands, all the way home. Then my father would beat me over the head with my arms before he re-attached them by melting them back on with a burning steel rod. I was lucky then.
I bet your bike was metal. Lucky, mine was made of newpaper and spit.
I'm out. Great entertainment and a good laugh from the blog. I'm still soft my weeks as a pampered Parisian, P5 you could say. I've commenced secret training and will re-qualify soon.
Great call out, Cap. Home with a sick child, but will hoist a cold PBR round 9ish. Live long, ride well.Oh, and welcome back RG, or should I say, Monsieur Stone. Comment Allez Vous?
Out - family night.
Three. Bambi back channeled in. He speaks of rum and may bring some, "if he remembers."