oh, i desire...

the dr. offered the reigns, so who am i do refuse?

in short, it was one hell of a ride (A1, we missed you). post-flat, which by the way, more resembled a railroad spike than a picture framing nail, we pushed on towards pinkham notch, and had a relief/water reload break at great glen trails. i, for the most part, caught a break in sven and the judge's wake as they hammered on towards gorham. i was then witness to what one would describe as a phyrric victory.

as the dr. explained, town lines are reason (T-reason?!) for an all-out, saddle-busting sprint to said line that i'm not in the position to vie for, so i usually spend my time watching more adept riders battle for bragging rights.

but i'm not a braggart.

what i am is a journalist, and what i'll record here is that a certain judge made a questionable sprint towards the gorham, NH WELCOME SIGN. did he get there first? yes. was it a legit sprint? no. so, you heard it here first, there are certain liberties certain members of team weak and feeble will take with markers and sprints... but i digress...

so, after a quick peanut/candy bar/water/oatmeal treat break at the gorham cumby's (not to mention an unsuccessful trip to micucci's bike shop, which was unfortunately closed) we made towards the maine border, where the dr. showed me what sprinting was all about by making me his bitch via a 100-yard sprint where i had the lead until he blew past me like i was carrying a few spare tires (which i am, but that's neither here nor there) en route to evans notch.

once we hit evans notch, judge judy became the engine, hitting the low gear and motoring up the notch... while sven rallied and kept it close and i made the realization that i was about 25 miles past the longest ride i'd ever done. it was humbling. after a screaming downhill through the other end of the notch, i bonked hard, the stow store was closed, depriving us of much-neede pastries, and the judge left the dr. and nK en route to home, leaving sven to pull me back to conway.

but, the bottom line was, 90 miles later we rolled into the dr.'s humble abode and felt a sure sense of accomplishment. one HELL of a ride, one gorgeous day (as the dr. said, it started sub-freezing, but it ended up sub-tropical), and one sunday fully carpe'd.

what a great time.

korea slim