Sunday, March 23, 2008

On the Crest

Still sitting in the afterglow of a though 3 plus hours with Sam today. Headwinds to hills and back again. Yesterday's word of the day: Dogleg. Today's: Ouch. I'm also heading into a week without the crew as Mrs. Snob and gang headed back to Indy for spring break. The plan is to pile on some miles this week. The good stuff waits just around the corner.

Sam decided to make me pay for my two flats yesterday with a little pain.

Even with an expression that says, "WTF?" Sam wears the colors well.

5 comments:

scott showen said...

that dude needs a hair cut.

Marc said...

playing chicken with rednex?

samsam said...

Facing the wind to dry off my balls.

monkeygirl said...

Sorry i have to reject those on both rules 1 & 2, please refer to your game manual.

monkeygirl said...

both words