shamelessly swiped from D.O.G.S.
30 September 2012
Might(y) Mike: Which cue sheet did you get?
Jim: I got the hundred. In for a dime, in for a dollar.
Mark: The heavyweight champion, Mister Pillow, dealt him a knockout blow.
Jim: Mister Pumpkin says "Left!"
Jim: Ed's chasing those fast guys.
OLPH (to Ed when he slows down): Amicitia quam celeritate!
OLPH: Are you OK?
Jim: I had a renal emergency.
OLPH: He likes to eye up young women.
Ed: He likes to tie up young women?!?
OLPH: Eye up! Eye up!
Jim: Excelsior!
OLPH to Dale: This is your 25-mile check-in.
Jim: Mister Pumpkin says "Right!"
Ed: I can't believe that guy is doing a century on a mountain bike.
Jim: You think you're tough!
Jim: Excelsior!
OLPH to Dale: 50-mile check-in. 25 miles without stopping, in a pace line. Back was saying, "Aaaaaaaaaaaagh!" by the end. Next 30 is into the wind.
OLPH (to rest stop volunteer): Espresso in my water bottle. Shh!
OLPH: Were you trying to drop that mountain bike guy?
Ed: Well, partially.
OLPH: Uh-huh.
Jim: Excelsior!
Mark: Right turn up there.
Jim: Mister Pumpkin says, "Straight."
OLPH: Mister Pumpkin says, "Psych!"
Jim: He's behind us. He had a renal emergency.
OLPH: 80 miles. Trashed. Must remember to chew my sandwich before swallowing. Also, pie.
Dale: I hope the last 20 are Big Joe miles: flat.
Mark: We should go. Those clouds over there don't look promising.
OLPH: You mean I can keep my streak going?
OLPH: The guys wanna leave. Clouds coming in.
Dale: Go!!!!
Mighty Mike: This is the Roadkill Century.
OLPH: This is the shortest century I've done all year.
Jim: I got four hours of sleep last night and I threw up yesterday.
OLPH: Geez! Good thing you didn't tell us that at the beginning.
OLPH: I can't seem to break a [number not important] average.
Jim: Amicitia quam celeritate.
OLPH: My century averages just aren't as fast as they used to be when Big Joe was alive.
OLPH: Mike, you got your "y" back.
OLPH: #32 in the bag.
Dale: Yay!
Dale: I did get in a lot of work and I am still going strong.
OLPH: You're going strong. I'm going to a bakery.
The guys show me how I should be spending my Sundays.
Crazy Season is officially over.
1 comment:
Oh, so the guys are trying to get you to shift from "pedal, pedal, pedal," to "purr, purr, purr." Ain't gonna happen. Congrats on another season, and thanks for sharing.
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