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Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Grab y'all teeth and come on out 'ta vote
Somebody had some kind of crazy epic training idea involving 100 miles, some burly climbs, and 94 degree heat. The morning started with too much caffeine, and was quickly remedied with more caffeine. We met a nice lady who was enjoying a frappy wappy creamy dreamy beverage of sorts at the coffee shop and told us all about our bikes and how sweet cannondale's are. Sandros was in full fledged agreement and made it known later by immitating a motorboat like sound while shaking his head back and forth rapidly... What he was doing is still a mystery to me, which comes as a big surpise as I have a lot of experience in these matters.... As for Cannondales, I can't say really. I'll have mine hopefully by next week along with my entitlement to an opinion about it.
A few sultry hours later us three fellows clickety clacked our way into a gas station to refuel in our traditional manner. Apparently Canyons can breath, and much to our dislike, the one that lead us to this gas station was suffering from some kind of respiratory disorder. The head winds and cross winds would have done us in if it weren't for the bravery and sacrifice of one Mr. Jrad.
Salty Peanut Rolls are 2 for a dollar. They also come fully loaded with about 340 calories apiece. I ate 2 of them and spent the next hour pedaling my way through indigestion. Never a pleasent task. Perhaps such nutty goodness should be avoided in the future.
I wonder if the inhabitants of that pocket sized town called Milton have all read "Paradise Lost."
Darwin Little is running for sheriff of Morgan County. Y'all should vote for him. After yo' find yo' teeth, go on 'head and tie up your goat too and come on out to the QuartHouse and cast a vote for the bravest sheriff ever ta present himself in the runnings for your protection and safety.... Maybe he can do something about that unfinished pavement that stuck ta our tires and cleats right next to da' shady spot where Sandros fixed the first flat of the day. That Darwin Little sure is something though, protecting the 300 loyal and well behaved citizens of Morgan County. That fella that was charging down the road in that big ol' tractor sure looked like an unruly character to me. I'll bet cha there be tons more just like that out there.
Jrad apparently has a thing for couches. Sandy thinks were Queens but prohibits the singing of their songs. East Canyon Resort sure was nice. Nothing like buying a bottle of coke, shaking it up, and slowly letting all the carbonation out of it. That stuff tastes so good. 80 degrees in the shade ain't bad either.
How do you know when it's hot outside? The pavement bubbling is a good indication. Sounded like we were running over bugs to me, the way the ground kept snapping and popping under our tires. Climbing "Big Mountain" was burly and my love for suffering was renewed. I managed to slip away into thoughts of prehistoric creatures ending their lives in a bubbling pit of tar and wondered if the same thing would soon happen to us.
Jrad is not done until he is done and the sight of a summit gives him superhuman like powers. Grimaces could be seen on the faces of both Sandros and Sleevie.
The descent was epic and fast, Einstein's bagels hit the spot, and the drive home almost ended with my passing out at the wheel.
I still can't believe the tar was bubbling. It must have been hot out there. Oh, yeah, and did I mention I got stung by a bee on my upper lip?