Cycling is a sport of grit, of personal challenge and finding your threshold for pain. Few can imagine the anguish and muscular strain placed on the body during an event that lasts a minimum of 5 hours at sustained speeds of more than 25 mph. Some say that cycling is the only true sport that tests individual strength, stamina, and the human limitations of endurance. Having raced at a world class level, I have proven my personal worth in the sport of cycling and demand only what is needed of my body now to lift the occasional beer and toast all of you pukes who are still trying to find that threshold that sets you apart physically. Needless to say, I will be riding at whatever pace the weakest link decides to drag his sorry ass around the course at and give pep talks to you and hold your hand when you puke up your morning pancakes with the protien supplement in them and help you pick up your derosa when you fall down from the lack of hydration in your body. I am there for all of you, I consider you my brothers and I will leave no man behind if it means I have to ride you in on my handlebars. I love you guys. Having said all that, I really just do this to stay sexy. Ride on my good men! Ride on!
3 comments:
It's nice to see that I'm not the only one going bald. Sexy? Ha!
flyboy 1 this is leg one over. Leg is the term for infantry, being an officer you probably know that.
Flyboy standby for further communication...I got something for you.
Right now I must go bath in the glorious fryer grease. Were you sitting in a bar drinking one to many as you reminisced of this over blown, over exaggerated memory you have of yourself being a big wheel rider.
All I can say Tubby is yes to your retort. And D-lish, it saves time when your bald, but at least I don't look like popeye on the crapper. You are one sexy man.
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