One is the lonliest number

Last weekend I embarked upon a solo Rosse (Road Posse) ride.  The Rosse is pretty cool – kinda like the Log Posse, only faster.  And cooler.  And better smelling.  And since the Rosse’s numbers are increasing, the Log Posse had better watch out.  I see turf wars in the future.  With spandex.

And speaking of spandex, I was sporting my lovely new Gore shorts, which I am now very fond of.  They protect my tender Parts like a pit bull protecting a juicy steak.  And they are quite stylin’ (for spandex, which isn’t really saying much).

So as I was pedaling through the 7 hours and 20 minutes and 100 miles of my ride, I had a great post all composed in my head.  Sadly, I did not have a portable dictaphone (dude, DICTAPHONE?  how old AM I???), so all of my deep thoughts have now been lost, but I can attempt to recreate the few that did remain burned into my brain:

1. Of course I HAD to pick the one day that the Capital Crescent Trail was hosting a training session for the Labor Day Virginia Beach marathon.  It went something like this: accelerate, slow down. Pass runner.  Accelerate, slow down.  Pass runner. Slow down again.  Pass runner.  Pass gas.  You get the picture.

2. There are a lot of interesting fashion statements on the W&OD trail.  My favorites were the guy in the balaklava and the guy in the cut-off white t-shirt that landed right below his nipples.

3. Eating fruity gelatinous energy snacks get old REALLY fast.

4. Even Dairy Queen can become unappealing after a long ride.  I passed a DQ and thought to myself, “I’ll stop on the way back,” but at the 65 mile mark, the thought of icecream just wasn’t doing it for me.

5. I love my skinny tires.  Yes, I said it.

The end.  Rosse Rules!