I don't feel like saying much these days. Or maybe these days are such that I just don't have time to say much. And it is easier to just post pictures anyway.
But I made it out to Dupont for a little WNDC action last night. And I took a beating, as did J. Maybe black and blue aren't the colors to wear after all. I went down hard on Corn Mill Shoals, my computer says my max speed for the night was 25.9mph and that was probably about when my front wheel washed out or my chain dropped or whatever caused the crash. I think I had been down for several minutes when Valerie came up behind me and I came to. Ouch! But I got my saddle back on and finished the ride.
WNDC for life! FTW!
Shrimper taking aim at the IMBA sign (don't worry I hit it many times!):
Trying to act casual:
Note the saddle. Flashbacks to my first pmbar!
Valerie walked the river crossing on the trip out but on the way back she tried it:
And then she went back and tried it again, and again, and finally made it!
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