Anonymous Frenchie must have gotten stuck at Peter's house, because he missed a ride that lacked ass hammering but had plenty of man pushing. Any veteran should have been nervous when B began worrying about his chain tension. A short ways in, it broke. NH valiantly pinged the plate back into shape and RideLeader decided to test it up MET. If it holds we could drop to the lake and be close enough to tacos if it breaks. Which it did. Ever resilient, we started pushing B on the flats and climbs, and sustained this without break from the East end of the lake all the way up the hill, past the guard station, across Sly Park Road and into the Knott Lott. To manage the burden we formed a V with B at the point and a string of riders pushing behind him on both sides. It looked like this:
And felt like this:
I won't be making it tonight. A gut wrenching illness ripped through the family this weekend; Guatemala bad.So, I haven't the energy for the fat tiring, or the stomach for the tacoing. I'm just relieved the first load of wash is on the clothes line.
Thanks for posting NoCar, in your green condition and all. That's an HTFU effort. Nice clothesline.
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ReplyDeleteTacos are precisely what you need NoCar to kill the virus.
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ReplyDeleteNice call out NoCar. Who has the blue angles taco table shirt pic? We need to update w/that too.
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ReplyDeleteOut. Dead bike still. Planning on fixing that soon.
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