John thinks he's preoccupied . . . jeez, he should spend a few minutes in my head. And I'm not even doing the damn ride!
Or am I?
I know. It's insane. But with riding season slipping away, I'm grasping for the gold ring. Not that I'll do it, but just having the idea and pretend-preparing and thinking that maybe, just maybe, I can squeeze in enough riding in the next few days to get me ready. Preposterous.
Tuesday was Recon-1:
Tonight, Recon-2.
It's these gorgeous roads. John can have his handlebar tweaks. I dream-float through the descents like dogs must dream of chasing cats.
The angst is damn-near unbearable.
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So if you were to hypothetically ride the Midnight Century would your winter bike/mtb be your weapon of choice? If I do it this year (and that's still a big hypothetical if) it's definitely the Trek for me.
Jason, definitely my cyclocross bike. Hypothetically, of course.
"...like dogs must dream of chasing cats."
So they're not dreaming of riding in big plastic bins?
Hank, the big plastic bins evoke nightmares. You know, the kind where your dog kind of goes into convulsions while it sleeps.
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