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Dec. 3rd, 2017 03:38 pmI had a dream the other night that featured chavant-garde: experimental art made by loutish british youth. In the dream, I remember seeing the word written down and thinking how clever that was.
Today I went on my last serious training ride before The Big Ride on my birthday. It's a route I've ridden dozens of times, and on almost every section I posted the best or second best time I've ever done, so I think I'm in reasonable shape. This was 70km and 750 meters of climbing. The Big Ride is 80km and FIVE AND A HALF TIMES as much climbing. Oh my stars.
I was hauling up the climb, passing tons of people. There was this guy who looked a lot like
mayhem running up the hill with a gait like a camel, passing cyclists. I talked to him for a moment, then back to climbing. A minute later, I got caught and passed by a total Valkyrie. I don't know how tall she was, but the top of my helmet was not even shoulder-high to her. I thought, hey, time to try, so I got on her wheel and started drafting her. I held that pace for three minutes: half a horsepower, way higher than I can maintain. I dropped off and wished her a happy ride, and she tore off into the distance. Man oh man.
I am now thoroughly tired.
Today I went on my last serious training ride before The Big Ride on my birthday. It's a route I've ridden dozens of times, and on almost every section I posted the best or second best time I've ever done, so I think I'm in reasonable shape. This was 70km and 750 meters of climbing. The Big Ride is 80km and FIVE AND A HALF TIMES as much climbing. Oh my stars.
I was hauling up the climb, passing tons of people. There was this guy who looked a lot like
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I am now thoroughly tired.