what a perfect 24 hours.
830, saturday night. 2 beers down, belly fulla bbq, heading to the poker ride.
930 pm. the previous winner brings 36 cans of santa fe brew (happy camper/freestyle pils), to share…then he leaves.
1200 am. sipping my brew @ la cumbre, realizing that i have a century to ride in the morning, then i get another 2 for the pair (could i win?)…okay, i’ll finish the poker ride. (no, i didn’t win.)
235 am. finally lay down and shut my weary eyes.
717 am. wakeup call from matt and bob, “get up and ride, bitch!”
800 am. we ride.
430 pm, 100 miles later. lying in the grass @ the duckpond…beat.
830 pm, sunday night. passed the fuck out (ptfo).
That’s impressive. You should also mention that you aren’t 21. You’re a better man than I Gunga Din!