So much news to catch up on in the Pukin Turd that I do not know were to start.

None of the OTH gang was available for a ride today, after I told the Widder that I was not able to do The Hump in order to ride with the gang. Oh well, their loss.

I had a great solitary 3.5 hour ride at Wawayanda. The route was not the Come to Buddha but a variant of the Rattle Snake, and Sitting Bear.

Yes, Sling a good time was had.

FG (if you get this far in the post), the Sunday 8 o'clock is taking off someplace in Ringwood. Be at my house by 7:30 am. The Energizer Bunny is driving and knows the start location. Refer back tomorrow for the recap post.

BTW: FG never misses a word.

I go ride my bike now

Your own half-munchkin appears to be missing. Let me go look in the fridge.

Can you please get some chocolate munchkins, just like you did last Sunday? 2 for me and 22 for you.

I go ride my bike now

Titty-bar 7 pm, the bridge is open!!!

Turtle Boy is done. He is so F and slow that he was dropped on the flats during warm-up.

I am not a f and turtle!!!

Just stop it now!!

Get a life!!!

I am not getting paid for my fertilizing job.

The lady said I was there less than 1 minute.

I eat lots oreos just like you.

I go ride my bike now

Anybody know who else has a brand spanking new Serotta and trains like a Pro near Tuxedo Park?

In any case, they've been passing out Serottas like chicklets over at the Alamo on Pulaski Highway. They make pretty good commuter bikes, but that's about it. Most of the migrants end up working in Tuxedo Park at one time or another… usually for their gumba Humberto. You must have seen one late for work, as usual.

I saw Sling cut you off tonite to suck Bianchi wheel. You handled it well. Although who is to say he won't pay for it later.

Hello Mary and Bob!

I was not lying when I told you that I could not ride today, because I had important meetings all day.

It was not me on 17. It must have been some other Portuxican that looked just like me. We all look alike.

Hey, Mr Toe Clip Guy, think back. Didn't the guy on 17 have an onion basket on his handle bars?

I hope he didn't miss the little detail about how they promised to ride with him, but nobody promised he would enjoy it.

Hope all is well. I'm coming down to my sisters house in Westchester this weekend and was hoping we could get together for a bike ride on Tuesday. I'd be up for 60 miles or so. Let me know if you're available. Off for a ride right now!!!!

Tony

This site is beginning to get interesting with this landscape talk.

Never mix business with pleasure… especially when neither is pleasure.

This is once again an attempt, by others, to put a wedge in the Donkey Kong Not Young (anymore) Team.

I obviously would never speak to a team member in that tone publicly. It's more likely for me to talk behind your back to others, as I am a pussy and cannot handle confrontation.

You have just protected Humberto from his own fictitious use of your own nom during one of his fits of self-flaggelation.

I'm sure Humberto is now pacing around his Computrainer trying to decide if your post actually came from you, or is only SlingShot fucking with him for deserving it.

BTW: I believe the correct term is Donkey Kong Neutered Youth Team. While using the term 'Youth' is much less of a stretch than using the term 'Team' in this context.

Here's everybody's convenient link to the book. >>>

I don't get it. I looked at my watch and realized if I turn on the jets I can pick up my mower in time, before I run my daughter to the pediatrician. So, I bid you guys a good day, put the hammer down and off I go.

I rode for conservatively two miles… hard. I'm going up that last climb before 94, and I hear you saying, "See ya."

I was stunned to see not only you, but Bob? Huh?

The guy was laboring along for the last 10 miles, and all of a sudden he matches me while I have my heart rate pinned at 170? I am baffled. Was he sandbagging the whole time?

Good god. If I knew he had that in him I would have had fun pacelining to the finish with you guys. I never figured I'd make it home in time. Shit.

Tell Bob I feel like a schmuck now. And, ask him if he got hit by lightning or something after I left.

Art

Here's the secret to my success: You got sick of riding so slow and left with only ½ of one long Hulsetown hill remaining, plus the last short power climb (perfect for me, and much practiced) which is just before the long 40+ mph downhill onto the gradual (not quite perfect for me, but managable) uphill to the final power climb before Craigville.

I guess the other part of the formula would be that I did not have such a rabbit prior to your jump. I cajoled the Widder into pulling me after the super fast downhill (which you obviously don't have the stomach for, my own is large round and heavy, just perfect for downhills), and I realized that if I pushed all out to the last power climb I might be able to get just close enough to shout a final farewell.

It was me who shouted past Mary, my best effort scream only sounding girl like, or so it would seem.

Like I said, I never meant to make you feel like a schmuck, and I am truly sorry. I meant to make you feel like a slow weak total loser. Maybe next time.

Bob

Please, DO NOT use my front yard as a bathroom. Go in the back behind the Koi pond.

I have no idea how that e-mail ended up on this website. I think somebody is going through my private stuff.

I am going to turn the alarm on!

Cycling only… no trees… no shrubs.

Go cut some grass you f and Portxican

No landscaping here!

F Turtle Boy!!!!!

Can you please turn on the water system. All of the trees and shrubs were very dry.

I replaced one (1) Blue Spruce and ten (10) Andromeda.

Thank you.

Humberto

Good one, Palletman. I'm sure The Shot won't mind a good laugh at his own expense.

Hey, ddoT, you're right. Why would I go all the way down to Brooklyn to get whipped dizzy, when I could just as well get the same result up here? Point well taken.

On another note, how low do you think Cranky's HR can go after spinning out and holding her breath for twelve minutes?

Hey Cranky- you can keep your heart rate that low, while spinning that fast, by holding your breath for approximately twelve minutes while still pedaling.

Thank you, ddoT, for allowing me to put this here instead of making a whole new post.

Late in the ride, The Dropper; The Widder; and Dr. Artie Art, Artie Art Donohue said the ride sure was a lot of fun, and I was there for most of the ride.

I mentioned to the Widder that I have no idea why they would think keeping me in the ride was anything resembling fun for me, and she said, "They don't do it because it's fun for you. They do it because it's fun for them."

As an aside, spinning at 160+ is not a matter of power, it is a matter of efficiency of motion. Learning to sit still for it and not bounce off the saddle is probably the hardest part.

I hope nobody has missed post #1857?

Sling, step away from the computer and on to the pedals. Now rotate the cranks towards the front wheel. And there you go! The weight will come off the more you practice these simple steps. Perhaps in 3/4 time.

Ok, I will be there for a nice… and very fast… ride!

As an aside, but really the elephant in the PSL, Sling, whats with the diet? I know all winter I baited you into sitting at your desktop to slow you down, but now I am willing to speed you up. Stop eating pizza and lemon cake. Start eating green veggies and drinking lots of water. More tips will follow.

2) Too late. Your work is done. Once the levee has broken, we have to call in the Army Corps of Engineers… and they're off busy with other stuff. Congratulations, your plan worked wonders. Not to mention, it continues with every post in the Chatter Box.

4) Special mention: Goes to Dr. Artie Art for the moment just after people had started saying to me, "Oh, but you are naturally thin, right?" when I complained about putting on 2 lbs. and he said, "Well, maybe that's the weight your body wants to be."

5) Extra special mention goes to Bianchi for saying, "Come on. Just one more party at my house. How could that hurt? I'll lay in some fruit, and you can watch everybody else eat pizza."

6) Double extra special mention goes to the Widder for putting so much pressure in my life that a few doughnuts are the only glimmer of happiness I can hope for.

7) Extra Heavy Duty special mention goes to me for being such a fucking wasted loser, who cannot shake the moronic feeling that sitting at a computer has some "importance" associated with it, especially when once in a very great while money shows up on account of it.

Fortunately, I'm supposed to show up at Dr. Art's at 10 am today for a ride, so that should help.

Of course, he may suggest pancakes at his house after the ride, so maybe not.

If your last comment implied that you too fell asleep while reading my loooooonnnnggggg, boringggggg, here we go again bullshit (sync) post, need I remind you that YOU Sir are the Webmaster here and YOU should NOT be falling asleep at the wheel.

Remember the Staten Island Ferry incident?

The idea that Toe Clip fucking QUIT, well… that just doesn't make any sense at all. I refuse to believe it. In fact, ARC is therefore awarding you the win. You can place the club champ's trophy on the mantel right next to your 2007 TdG plaque.

There. My record still holds. I do not know now, nor never have known, anybody who would FUCKING QUIT! My cognitive dissonance is sonorated.

Even if we hit the pier, it's not my fault.

The Prospect Park races will turn into some Animal House free for all.

No, I think you should keep Dangerous uptown.

Wait a minute. What's this about a "DNF"? You finished the fucking race didn't you?

SlingShot is already off the back and riding his own ride.

The next time, can you please take Dangerous with you?

BTW: Nobody should miss Toe Clip's race results at Post #1857. Try as I might, I can't keep it on top here.

Though I heard some outright name calling in the field for things that were purely tactical, at least nobody, absolutely nobody flipped anybody the bird or anything else for that matter.

Otherwise, if there was no bird flipping in the race, that would explain why all the fast people went out to California, or wherever.

Oh, I see… you posted this again just so you could self-flaggelate. Well, I'm not spiffing it up again. Well, ok. I'll change "they" to "there." Hope I didn't step on a joke. Oh, I get it. You put your Self-Shotting in the Link field by mistake. Well, it is now way past my ability to fix.

I'm gonna have to kick your fat ass behind the building!

That is not very nice!!!

Thank you very much for attacking me in the middle of changing my flat tire.

Was giving me the finger really necessary ?

The story would make a nice article for the home page with some PSL editing. Harry White approval would be needed prior to publication.

In any case, what home page? And what PSL? And what makes you think that what you read had not been edited, and Mr. White not consulted? Who is he anyway? And don't be telling us he was some sort of commy spy.

No need to trim your sails and tack along a different heading when responding. Merely speak nicely and use tact. Plus, do not assign demerit to Toe Clip for him trying to find his cajones.

Well anyway, here's how a Cat 4 gets to ride in the Pro-1-2-3's.

It was the "Catch Kissena" down in you know where. It was a 44 mile handicap race that served as the club championship. Those from Kissena that ventured to jump into this one got to start with a 4 minute headstart, followed by the 1-2-3's. Due to the cyclocross season being just underway, and because a few of the Kissena heavy-hitters were out in California racing at some more significant event, only 15 of us showed up—including a couple of 3's.

Well, the whistle blew, and off they went in what seemed to be an unsettling panic. The pace was blistering from the very beginning. Since I didn't get a proper warmup, I thought I would just sit in the back and skip a few turns to the front. That didn't seem to work as the pace was FAST. By the end of the second lap, or 6.8 miles, me and a few others got blown out the back of our own group.

I spent the greater part of the next lap recovering and debating whether I should just stop. Fortunately, a couple of minutes right before I heard the motorbike pace vehicle, I found my cojones, and said "What the F__k!"

So when the wagon came thru, I jumped on. What a thrill!!... 27, 34, 40 mph surges… incredible. Just sitting in and enjoying the ride. (Well not quite sitting in, as I truly worked to stay in the Peloton).

A few times in the race I found myself running out of gears to spin, because I was already in top gear and spinning with a 105/110 cadence. In any event, because this was also the club champ's, I was looking to do something.

In the next to last lap, with over 40 miles in, I saw what seemed to be last lap moves by a bunch of guys, both from Kissena and from the Pro field. So I just got plain CONFUSED!!! Thinking this was it , I burnt off the last of my matches hoping to win the club champ's.

So when I went thru the finish line I saw the Race Marshal raise the 1-lap card up, and ring the cowbell. Holy, Shizzad! I lost track and thought I was done.

That was it for me: no more fuel, no more motivation, and a quick check of my package showed I had no more COJONES!!!. I shook my head and went back to the finish area like a dog with his tail between his legs.

But all in all, I had my best effort (till then). My average HR was a max for that distance, and my max HR real high. Average pace for the 40.6 miles, including the 3.4 mile recovery was over 27mph. Just imagine what the Pro thru Cat 3 field was doing from the start!

I'll be doing that one again next year. Next time around maybe I won't get confused and the last lap efforts might actually begin in the last lap.

To the local riders: This is what I've been talking about all year. Take a look at Monsieur Cleep's average, and consider that he routinely gets dropped on the Hump. Disregard the little fact that those days are obviously soon to be over for Clip: The Hump is FAST!

Well, maybe not for the "B" group, or the group three or so groups behind them called the "A's," but in general one can make a case that The Hump is as fast as you care to make it.

Here's a prediction: In the coming months Toe Clip will be taking a cue from Ed Burke's book, Serious Cycling, and will be doing rest day spinning exercises.

For a 7 day program in which Sunday is race day, these spin exercises would be done on Monday, and Friday, keeping a low heart rate.

In summary, you start at 60 rpm, then every minute pick up the spin rate by ten until you hit 120, then spin out as fast as you can. I brought my own max spin to 160 rpm that way, but there are people who can spin a lot faster. I didn't do very much of these exercises, because it was the kind of training program that made me fatter rather than thinner.

I am totally incapable of eating anything resembling good food and rational proportions. So if I'm not doing 55 miles each and every day, I'm pretty much fucked. All of you know that, because you've seen me.

As a side benefit, along with gaining pure spin speed, the cadence exercises teach you how hard it is to maintain a steady rate spin… no matter the speed. The Heritage Trail is a good place to do them.

It goes without saying that people who have lost track of their goal to buy Burke's book should do it now.

It also goes without saying that anybody who failed to shout, "MOTHERFUCKER," after reading Toe Clip's story should do it now.

We turned around at the monument, went back down and hopped on 519, then took Rt.6 to Rt.1 and back to the bank. It was 59.5 miles.

Some shortcut on a 56 mile ride huh? It's always nice riding with The Gapper, though.

Anybody know where the front group from the beginning of the ride ended up going?

In your case, did The Gapper have you make the first right inside the High Point gate, so you could take the slightly hillier more scenic approach to the monument?

Also, it is traditional to ride around the monument. If the construction is finished, you can ride up the access ramp. When you get busted, remember that I told you not to do it.

Did you know there's a yearly Time Trial that goes up the Port Jervis side? I've been told it is considered a Cat 1 climb. Kain and Glade Hill are pretty clearly hors catégorie, though Kain is rather short.

Sorry for going on like this, but I always get jealous when I hear I missed a High Point climb. One Sunday morning a big group of us saw a bear crossing 23 as we started up on the Port Jervis side. At first everybody thought somebody had put up one of those painted black plywood silhouettes… then it walked across the road.

Would anybody like to know how a Cat 4 gets to ride in a Pro 1-2-3 field—legally (and in an officially sanctioned race), AND survives (well sort of), and gets to live to tell about it?

Hope all is well…

Can you recall ending up coming onto 23 just below the entrance into High Point Park that goes on up toward the monument? That's not it, far as I know. I wasn't there.

As for the Come to Buddha Ride, Nirvana was reached with yet another seat post bolt breakage.

Of course, I had a spare in my pack after last week's fiasco. This one section is very rough—probably only passable by a teenager riding a unicycle.

The dog did not get lost either.

BTW: If you really cared anything about all your junk down there, you'd be working a little harder to keep it afloat and wouldn't be breaking so many seat post bolts.

Of course, Humberto's Harriman Ride doesn't start in Harriman, but at Humberto's house, so there's that little matter of going the opposite direction over to Cornwall, then back up past West Point and over Storm King Mountain in order to get into the park.

Still, SlingShot had a pretty good day all things considered. Half way between Cornwall and West Point he almost crashed into Humberto who was coming across the road after pissing. You'd think Humberto would learn, after having been rolled into the weeds by Fuji Steve last week. But if Humberto had been paying attention, SlingShot might have missed fulfilling his ride-long dream of putting on his brakes just before a rather longish uphill. If not for Humberto helping out, SlingShot might have had to go into that uphill at full pace. What a disaster that would have been.

In any case, soon after that, SlingShot got to attack (with some astonishing success) three times. The first time he stood at just the right moment, pushed just the right gears, and got over the hardest part of one of the climbs probably better than he's ever done before. On the second attack his heart rate peaked right at the top of the climb. It wasn't until his third attack that SlingShot thought, "Let's see. It's been a full half hour since they disappeared in front of me. These have been really good attacks, but next time I should try to do them when somebody's around to see it."

As for the Speedplays - I love them. Prior to those, I had Shimanos and did not like being locked in. Does it sound like Nurse Betty is feeling his new career britches already and trying to play Dr.? Enough of that! Get back to driving up the male nurse population.

So grab your mountain bike and meet the OTH gang at the parking lot right after the bridge, beyond the ranger's station. 8 am est.

BTW: IPA beer is pretty good.

Look what BLASTER gave me in the parking lot of The Hump this morning.

I don't know what he was thinking. I don't even drink. >>>

Regarding the left foot issue: About 18 mos to 2 yrs ago, you and I were on Round Hill Road riding together, yet alone. (ie: no others). We chatted about my ACL reconstruction, and you said you could tell that it was my left leg because of how I seem to do that left-toe-in thing when I'm tired.

It is a habit I'm hoping to break some day. Nurse called me on it, which I welcome.

Nurse had a good ride today. Bed pans are agreeing with him.

I meant to say that in my own case a slight pressure to the inside sometimes fixes my (only in the knee of course) pain.

The way Nurse Betty described it, your own toe-in has gotten much worse and may lead to a serious joint dysfunction. He also went on to say it looked like it might be loss of strength at the end of the ride, and that he himself got rid of his Speedplays because of a similar problem. He was shocked that you also have Speedplays and that they allow such a large float.

The Widder said she also had a problem with her heel falling out, until she switched to whatever pedals she's now using.

We sure do have fun talking about other people.

In any case, don't be trying to break the habit. Be trying to avoid system failure.

In any other case, I can't tell you how happy I am to be off the hook.

Come out and play at Sunrise. In the backwards bizarro world it will be a nice friendly ride. hehehe

BTW: The Gapper sure seemed interested in tomorrow's Sunrise ride. He had that "asses to be whooped" look about him. I'm sure he means it in a nice friendly way.

Also, we noticed today, and I hope you are aware, that ddoT only uses The Hump as a warmup for his workout. That's not a problem for you, is it?

With all these guys so concerned about you kicking their asses during the upcoming ride, how 'bout using some of my estrogen for their drink bottles, to level the playing field?

Oh, wait a minute. You are that good already—no handicaps are needed.

An interesting side bar is apposite [apropos] regarding my other passion.

Gail Phillips just broke a 29 year old speed record at Bonneville by driving her Corvette over a two way measured course with an average speed of 190.154 mph.

Not bad for a production car.

Now, if only I could get my lost leg power back.

While we are taking a break, I promised to do this for FG:

TestTest

That means somebody else might get mad at some totally other person who wasn't even in the room.

Be careful kiddies. After all it is the Internet, and you can't trust a thing about it.

As far as being on Central Time, running behind 45 minutes I was somewhere on Central/Western Ohio time! I'm not sure about Sunday yet, as I've been told by Congress that the house painting needs to be finished (wink wink, nudge nudge). It will be a last minute dealie for me, if I can sneak past the guard Poodle. So don't wait up, k?

We are riding today at 4:30 from my house.

She'll probably even engage you in the parking lot pre-ride and tell you what a nice day it is, knowing the whole time she has one mission that day… to kick your ass.

Let it be noted that she has been seen hanging around the Black Widow, even exchanging riding shorts (What's that about?!), so she's learning from the best. These female riders are really starting to step over the line!

Last time I did it, I got on Randy Dakan's wheel up one of the 3-mile park climbs, then listened as the breathing of everybody around us peaked and went silent. At the top we were totally alone.

When the Widder (prior to her riding career) saw my legs give out as I was getting out of the truck on returning home she said, "What happened to you?!"

"Got on Randy's wheel."

You'll love that ride.

I know American Road Cycling would never make such phone calls, so this may be outside your purview, but isn't there something you guys can do about it?

In the meantime, the good news is you may have managed to get off one of the lists and will only need to press "2" a few million more times.

PSL Members,

My first days as Georgy went very well. The HR and legal departments paved the way for me last week. My new ID badge has a pretty decent picture of me.

Most people treat me the way they did previously. This is all I ask and all I expect. Some do not know how to renew our relationship and do not say anything. I just merely say hello or hi to them.

My spies indicate that a small hand-full of workers are having a hard time with their own psyche regarding me. Otherwise, most keep saying the same thing in different words—that I must have a tremendous amount of courage to do this.

The only thing I can say is that for years I did not look in mirrors, because I would scare myself. Now I look in every single one. Not out of vanity, but out of happiness.

To put this elegantly is out of my grasp of the language. SlingShot got a large jolt seeing me without warning wearing a skirt. My peers at work got the benefit of easing into transgender topics with training, and by my choice of slacks for awhile. Although not necessary (but a nice gesture just the same), I have a private restroom to use.

SlingShot did not mention which Airplane park he thinks he saw me near—the Warwick or the Monroe location. The Warwick one is very probable, as that is my traditional cool down path when road riding; and, with the earlier sunset, I could very well almost be seen at dusk in that area. Rarely do I venture to the Monroe location since my sons have gotten older.

FG, Sunday's Come to Buddha Ride has an 8 am Eastern Standard Time (not Central time) departure. Thursdays have a 5 pm EST start at Graham Hills in Westchester. These rides will end shortly due to darkness.

GG, don't get too comfortable in that private bathroom. There's sure to be some George Costanza out there soon to be weaseling their way in.

Editor's Note: Turns out the Georgy Sighting was not. The %#!$ club jersey and %#!$ club-style riding partner notwithstanding, it was in Monroe.

Editor's 2nd Note: Look what GG gets to add to her list of major accomplisments. >>>

My husband is so fast!

Overheard on a PSL Ride

Humberto: I'm worried about Bob. Do you hear him breathing?

What went unrealized was this: the problem is merely that SlingShot is big… you know, like you girls.

I am doing the [ride name] on [ride day] at [ride time] starting from [ride location]. Be there or be square, you motherfucking losers!

I almost thought I had a GG sighting over by the Airplane Park, but twilight obfuscated the situation.

I started to walk over to confirm but thought, "If it's not GG, and I walk over there, I'll just be getting into a conversation I don't need." Then I thought, "On the other hand, if it is GG, I'll be getting into a conversation I don't need."

As an aside, I hope you realize that what you did with formatting is more or less the only thing you need to know in order to author really useful websites. That's all there is to it. Simple, ain't it?

And here I thought King's Highway looked really good!

Legal clarifications are in order.

1) The dog did ride out with us but was lost for 30 minutes. Bear cubs were sighted the mother was not.

2) The "Come to Buddha" trail got its name because the trail is marked by triangular rock piles in the shape of little "Buddhas". Nirvana is reached upon completion of a very technical 40 minute ride. As you exit the trail the bushes close in effectively hiding where you just were.

Today is the first day that I go to work as female. My new ID badge will be issued and the new me takes over. All I can say is that I am more nervous than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

FG you are forgiven as long as the next time you will be on time.

BTW: You win the prize for being the first to self induce paragraphs. Here's the prize:

bold: <b>
italic: <i>
this list: <blockquote>

Loving this paragraph thing.

Hi. This is another new paragraph.

You can make your own paragraphs by placing <p> before the paragraph and </p> after the paragraph. You can copy paste the ones in this paragraph.

These are standard and basic html tags, but for some reason they did not work before. I assume it's an IE upgrade somewhere.

If I may, good sir, prompt you to re-read his post: "Everybody rode out WITH THE DOG which kept the bear cub's mother at bay."

Does this not imply that the dog is no longer missing?

However, in that case how would there be two (2) casualties? Plus, why would they need the bear cub's mother to be held at bay—at the moment they would be safely tucked inside their escape pods? Not to mention, where would be the story in it?

In any case, if the dog was found, GG would certainly have already posted… unless she's still snockered. You yourself might want to call that beer in your hand the last of the day. You can always startup again around 6 am tomorrow morning on your way to work, like always. It's probably a comfort knowing that expensive specialty beer does not register on breathalyzers.

There's also the possibility that I edited every bit of the sense out of GG's post.

I finished up at Camp Orange, with an abbreviated ride of The Outer Limits. I do appreciate you holding back the OTH Gang. I owe them (and you) 25 minutes.

And to think I brought enough beer for everyone—real beer. Not that PBR doesn't have it's rightful place in the universe, mind you, but I have been described as somewhat of a beer snob. With that said, I can usually be counted on to have some pretty good stuff.

As the saying goes: Less EPO/More IPA!

Pictorial explanation

Editor's Note: That's probably it for internal images and such shit—too much coding, and it will eventually grind this page to a halt trying to load a few years worth of images.

Techno-sseurs will notice that the beer images shown do not actually exist on American Road Cycling but are merely linked references to the original images on their respective websites.

Beer-osseurs will notice that they feel like belching right now.

Now that's a quandary about the linked images. Should we steal the images outright, or merely steal the bandwidth on the server and routers that is used each time this page is opened. I'll just let them sit this way for a few days, then copy them over in favor of long-term minimal intrusion. [Completed copy onsite 09/18/07]

I wonder if they found that dog yet.

The Buddha trail always provides casualties, and today was no different. One (1) broken seat post and one (1) lost dog. Everybody rode out with the dog which kept the bear cub's mother at bay.

After 4 1/2 hours Buddha was never reached, but all in all a good time was had—considering the tough ride.

The energizer bunny rode 2 hours standing up over very rough terrain. After which more then (Or is it than?) a few of these were consumed. >>>

Pictorial explanation

In any case, the first 'then' is correct. The second should be: than. But you already knew that, or you couldn't have made the joke.

As an aside, instead of reaching Buddha, did you not mean samadhi, or is Buddha some big fucking rock in the park?

BTW, GG: You are disallowed from any future postings until the dog is found. That's what you get for being a dog dragger.

Editor's Note: This is the first time I've been able to put a note in the Chatter Box that makes any sense. Not that this one does.

BTW: The 9/13 Trailside Photo rollover texts are excellent! Mr. Smarty Clips!! HAH!; The Pallets talking business; Petie Ka Ka; and of course the pocket doesn't hurt the ladies' eyes; Stand off Jinks scared of the widder..…

BTW: No need to go back and read. The stuff not talked about was much more interesting.

I'm a fucking genius!

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