The post whore thread.

I was invited along for a bike ride organized by one of the local pro shops here. They specialize in high end equipment, the kinds that you find on the pro tour. They are the ones that found my team frame for me.

Lo and Behold: it turns out they invited some pretty serious folks, including a couple pros. They tried to take me up this 'insane' climb. I don't know the local name for it, but they called it 'Our Version of Stelvio' (a famous mountain pass in Italy). It was a massacre. I made it up first, with the next guy (a pro) appearing a full 7 minutes after I did. After the climb (and the ridiculous descent), we got into this fairly flat area where one of the pros just screamed by me. He must have been going ~30mph, while I was holding steady at ~22mph. I had already figured this guy out, and he was about to run out of gas, so I juts upped my pace a little and within a couple minutes I caught him. Then I got in front of him.

(one of the hardest things you can do is to sprint from the front. the riders behind you get the draft and they can sling-shot past you pretty easily. Essentially, you have to put up some pretty good acceleration numbers in order to actually drop someone from the front)

And I made it very obvious that I was going to start a sprint. Then I sprinted. Hard. Full-gas effort. Punk couldn't keep up.

Pro. yeah right.

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Originally Posted by Irving

This is a picture of people waiting to get suckered at the Omaha Zoo. $10.50 for a hot dog and fries? No way Jose.

https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-9...=w1634-h919-no

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"African cuisine"? I hear it's great but the portions are really small.

(full disclosure: I got that joke from 9H a few years ago)

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Originally Posted by TheBelly

I was invited along for a bike ride organized by one of the local pro shops here. They specialize in high end equipment, the kinds that you find on the pro tour. They are the ones that found my team frame for me.

Lo and Behold: it turns out they invited some pretty serious folks, including a couple pros. They tried to take me up this 'insane' climb. I don't know the local name for it, but they called it 'Our Version of Stelvio' (a famous mountain pass in Italy). It was a massacre. I made it up first, with the next guy (a pro) appearing a full 7 minutes after I did. After the climb (and the ridiculous descent), we got into this fairly flat area where one of the pros just screamed by me. He must have been going ~30mph, while I was holding steady at ~22mph. I had already figured this guy out, and he was about to run out of gas, so I juts upped my pace a little and within a couple minutes I caught him. Then I got in front of him.

(one of the hardest things you can do is to sprint from the front. the riders behind you get the draft and they can sling-shot past you pretty easily. Essentially, you have to put up some pretty good acceleration numbers in order to actually drop someone from the front)

And I made it very obvious that I was going to start a sprint. Then I sprinted. Hard. Full-gas effort. Punk couldn't keep up.

Pro. yeah right.

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After remembering the whole violin competition story, this story makes a lot more sense. When I say makes sense, I don't mean there is an issue with the story telling layout or believability, rather why your natural response to a group ride was to mercilessly destroy everyone.

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Originally Posted by Irving

After remembering the whole violin competition story, this story makes a lot more sense. When I say makes sense, I don't mean there is an issue with the story telling layout or believability, rather why your natural response to a group ride was to mercilessly destroy everyone.

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Yeah, but he started it! LoL

Howdy, howdy, fellers.

I'd like to see some bros be gettin along good. Ribbin is fun though, I'm down with that.

Just a busy OBC throwing out some good vibes for us here... :)

[QUOTE=Otterbatcat;2066885]Howdy, howdy, fellers.

I'd like to see some bros be gettin along good. Ribbin is fun though, I'm down with that.

RIBBIN! OBC's buy lunch

Im kinda bummed out though.....I have my bunny suit on and all that....but I lost the 9 year old somewhere near the concession stand. I do see some likely and perspective "associates" that I can approach, but my stuffed animal shipment was sent wrong address and I'm low on candy at the same time. Logistics can kick your ass.

Heya, Kazoo.

Good to see ya....I'd buy ya lunch any damn day of the week.

Ran a claim today where the roofers showed up about 40 minutes before I did and marked up the roof with a quarter in order to create damage. It was pretty obvious. Bunch of clowns.

Howdy, Irving...good to see you too Bro.