77.3 kilometers, 7.5 hours and an unbelievably sore arse.
In other words, one of the best days of my life.
Today I've ridden my bike harder, faster than ever before and through some of the most beautiful countryside I've ever seen.
We only had one casualty today. Fat Albert lost it on a particularly nasty Black Grade downhill section. He went earth, sky, earth, sky, earth . . . with a thump.
Almost immediately, a young woman stopped to help, removing her helmet and letting her raven locks flow free. At this point the uttered the sexiest phrase I've heard a woman say in a long, long time:
"My friend is . . . ow you say, a medic?"
One man down.
2 comments:
Enjoy the rest of the trip, the countryside and watch those downhills!
Not sure i could ever associate a sore arse with a good day... but I guess it depends entirely on the context! ;-)
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