Buono Giorno fans de Cyclismo Classico!

We’re going to conduct an experiment- we’re sitting at the bar, and we’re going to write this blog post in the following fashion: Everyone in the bar is going to contribute one word, which will be in caps, to describe today’s ride- the only kicker is: Nobody can repeat a word someone else has already used.

A dry dawn quickly gave way to a MOIST weather pattern, that quickly formed PUDDLES as the riders began their CHALLENGING day, despite the PERVERTED conditions forecast.  Around the middle of the day, the rain stopped for a while, but HUMID conditions combined with a bit of exertion allowed the GRIT to stick to legs, backs and faces as we made our way to the COZY Summit Lodge.

A SUCCULENT dinner is on tap after everyone gets done washing the gravel out of their PANTIES, but a few BRAVE souls will wear their DAMP kit to the bar, to get a beverage before they SHOWER. Others might say NO to dinner and have a local place deliver a SANDWICH.

Tomorrow morning, the riders will scream down the hill they climbed at the end of today’s route like a tractor trailer with the ACCELERATOR stuck to the floor with RIVETS.

Others, who are still a little bonked from today will be un-ceremonially DROPPED like the TENDER BUTT they are as they complete their road ravaging, EPIC sprint to the nearest POOPER, so they can put an end to the PUCKER they’ve been riding with all day. Some days, all that changes is the ELEVATION and the location of the POTHOLES.

Keep the wind at your back and the downhills in front of you,
GearMan