Sunday night after Richy Race, I'd had it. More acid burn allowed all skin to be removed. Scraping cauliflower off, felt a ting, like metal. What? Kept flesh digging, Grasped end, pull. Out came a piece of bike shifter cable wire, 9mm in length. Yap, shifter wire, not brake wire.
|Moral of riddle-- Never walk in your bike wrench room area bare foot.|
Could tell I need more high end work. All this river stick bushwacking/ tree-stump-skinny circling/ gravel road escape has me long on time/ but short on eyes bleeding VO2 max end.
In LCR world all that really matters is where you finish against your sisters. Coldbert with the LCR victory, like Jack said, "rather get beat by Hollywood." ha. Good to have many Goons on the line from Oscar de la Henge, to Magic Johnson, Peter Stock, Paul Haberman, PaulZ (jack guy) to call out a few.
None of my guys showed. Typical.
And, I can squeeze my toe now with no sharp pain... Whaat a treat.