Monday, April 25, 2011

Farmersville.

Farmersville. Farmers grow things. Farmers use manure to help things grow. Manure runs into the road when it rains. Farmers use horses. Horses poop in the road. You ride in the road. You see where this is going. 

Race summary in a paragraph. Break gets small advantage. Pack rides slow. Bridge attempts instantly chased down by pack as to lock the would be escapee into the poop infested hell that was the peleton. Race not won by my team. Done.


Heres a good shot of some poop on my bike.

The good news was there was a Sonic very very close to the race venue. If you read this blog regularly, you know I enjoy the Sonic.

And followed it up with this:

And then this:

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