Wissahickon Cross. I'm beat, not much of a voice left, and still coughin up a few luggies from the lungs. Today was like.... um.... a really good day. I needed some Carburetor starter spray to get me going, just squirted in a small brown sack and huffed it while I pedaled my trainer. Got me going a bit, ah shit, I just had fun today. A mix of slow/fast shoe-gazing, slick/soft porn corners and windy ass crackin showing drunk girl road. I feel like I won, I did not. If its all cryptic, then excellent.
F. That photo above's a new fave,.... at the end of the day, the sun poked its big schnozzle out. It was taken well after all the racing was done. and the good group of us was "chippin" in cleaning it up, to make it a bit easier on the O'Kelly Cline. Cheers Kelly. Cheers my fellow crossers, to you, to me. dl.
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