Rode the single speed through the neighborhood towards dirt.
Got passed by a 70ish year old lady named Mary. She was on a steel Colnago, and training for her second cross country bike tour. She rode the northern route last time, and is planning on doing San Diego to Miami next year. Mary is the definition of "bucket of whoop-ass".
(And thou shalt not give me shit about being passed by a 70ish year old woman. A- Like I said, I was on a single speed mountain bike, spinning 32x18. And B- Mary had her head down pushing the big ring. I'm lucky to have been able to hang on long enough to chat for a while.)
Shortly after Mary dropped me, I hit the trail. I whooped. I hollered. I took pictures. I broke my chain.
Got passed by a 70ish year old lady named Mary. She was on a steel Colnago, and training for her second cross country bike tour. She rode the northern route last time, and is planning on doing San Diego to Miami next year. Mary is the definition of "bucket of whoop-ass".
(And thou shalt not give me shit about being passed by a 70ish year old woman. A- Like I said, I was on a single speed mountain bike, spinning 32x18. And B- Mary had her head down pushing the big ring. I'm lucky to have been able to hang on long enough to chat for a while.)
Shortly after Mary dropped me, I hit the trail. I whooped. I hollered. I took pictures. I broke my chain.
