CRASH
I rode 50+ miles this Saturday and I am toast. I struggled to get through the last 6 miles. I had to concentrate on every pedal stroke to make my legs work. We kept a blistering pace for most of the day and flew through a mile and half of gravel. I was playing adult make-believe that I was racing the Paris Roubaix. On Sunday several friends met at the R bar to watch what had to be one of the best televised races ever. Hincapie rode like a true pro but just did not have the kick left to get around Boonen. He is the first American to podium at the Paris Roubaix.
I did the delivery thingy last night and made some pretty $$$. I saw so many stripper-boobs that I am now immune to them. I walk up to the dancer and with-out even glancing at her tits I say “ummm its $14.67″.