There is a new sprinter in town. The grasshopper has become the master. It must be the socks.
Dave and I did the Alpine Loop from the Sundance side for a lunch ride. Once at the top, we decided to add some extra miles by dropping the north side and then riding back into work along the canyon road. Dropping the north side meant there would be a sprint at the guard station. Dave knew it. I knew it. This time Dave got the jump on me and I couldn't close the gap.
I must be getting old.
2 comments:
Next time say "look a mountain lion!" then sprint to victory.
I actually prefer to be called "the God of Happy Valley". The God of Thunder was taken already.
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