The musings of a kid colliding with middle age with the grace of an angry hippo, racing, on ice.
Doing it all the hard way...
Monday, June 11, 2012
Last big weekend pre-France
After a eighty-some mile Saturday with over seven THOUSAND feet of climbing we put on our still damp maglia Bruno and went out again Sunday. It was an absolute throw down. I guess it is like getting a new bike and wanting to show it off. We couldn't keep our legs from showing off and we were smokin' around Mercer Island. How fast we were going? Fred was dead. The photo tells the story. Don't ask me why Aaron was smiling. Perhaps when he is old enough to race in the 45+ category he won't be so glib.