by main monkey
on May 1st, 2006
on May 1st, 2006
white crusties?
This is a snippet from a real email message that I received on Friday morning:
The Tuesday night ride is a race pace ride to Gunlock and back, around 30 miles, with the emphasis on speedwork and jamming.[…] We partake in this insanity all summer long, even in the heat. In July, we have nosebleeds, blackouts, white crusted crap on our faces, wheezing, and even vomiting. If this isn’t your idea of cycling fun, this may be the wrong ride for you.
When I bought myself my little roadie, did I inadvertently signup for this bit of masochism? Should I be afraid of someday finding pleasure in this kind of pain?
Are these people comprised of my local clergy? Judges? Donut makers?
Heaven forbid.
It’s not masochism - many of the riders are just beginning to get old. It’s embarrassing to see one of them internally debating between creamed and whole kernel corn and get hit with a nosebleed.