Mongo's choice of riding attire during the Winter months has often been described as Unabomber-like...due to my propensity toward heavy jackets, balaclavas, large sunglasses, and of course, blowin' shit up!...Just kidding about the last part.
After Mongo's near death experience on Thursday, I sent myself to my room without cycling for a couple of days to think about what I had done. I emerged thankful, yet hungry, and deemed myself fit once again to ride.
I did 30 on the mt. bike yesterday when it was sub 50 degrees, and Ol' Lightnin' and I have some hill work to get in today.
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