it all can't be so serious, kid. it isn't about you.
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What'd you make?

GPS rides. Isn't it fun to look at what your ride created? Maybe it's because I have an innate love for maps, that I just like looking at them and seeing the route. Funny, because there is a 90% chance you are better at directions then I am. Although I am learning what it means to ride west in this area; the Westerly Wall as I like to think of it. Or, a shizaload of wind. It can suck when you are alone. At least when you're with a group you can get on the front and feel mega because everyone is hiding behind you.

Previous rides included...



The Dog Walker:
ARF
Easter Island:


For some reason that also remind me of the Simpsons. Dunno, it's in the nose.

Animal Bikes done backwards:




The infamous, DAS BOOT.


Das boot is a ton of beer flowing from the tap (Rochester), totally defying gravity through Mendon and Victor, and then coalescing into the Bloomfield Boot.  Ahem, DAS BOOT!!!

In other news, today I decided to work until 11, hop on my bike, have lunch atop Parish Hill (a gu), and crank out 50 fixed miles. It totally rocked as the sun was shining. Although I need to figure out my saddle woes...still searching for the perfect saddle. Hey there sadddddle bags.



Today's ride...I thought the imagery was going to be great. Hmmm. Apparently just Poop on a String: