Saturday, March 21, 2009

Back to the pain cave...


I almost forgot the pleasant metallic taste your saliva turns when you're redlining, or the way you hipflexors and quads feel as if there are two midgets attached to each simultaneously weighing them down and administering indian burns from the inside out. Ah yes, the joys of accent on a bicycle. And for some reason I'm inclined to go higher faster next time...go figure. I might get back into shape by Halloween. (Photo courtesy of nobody, I had to take it myself. Location: Suncrest-- 10 mph up 58 down)
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  1. melissaMarch 21, 2009 at 10:24 PM

    Tally wants to know where Daddys helmut is...

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  2. Audy & AshMarch 22, 2009 at 10:08 AM

    There's the brother I know and love, where has he been hiding???

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  3. TrevorMarch 23, 2009 at 9:03 AM

    I think Talmage would have spelled it "helmet..."

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  4. melissaApril 3, 2009 at 1:16 PM

    And Cinnimon??? Maybe you need spell check on that one smarty pants...

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