The post whore thread.

[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.

[Great-Kazoo]

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.

Everything but pygmy pony brats, bummer

[TheBelly]

Belly is pumping sloppy fifths.

"a couple of the holes have been bored out a bit, but she still rides fine." -The rest of the board when describing your female relative.

[TheBelly]

I don't know the term, so the answer is likely "no."
EDIT: Looked up the term, and no.

I don't ride a lot, and usually not even for fun. I picked up a bike to run errands close to my house. Have you ever ridden to the auto parts store and back with a car battery in a back pack? I really need to get some kind of seat rack.

I've ridden with my full military ruck on. It's slightly more cumbersome than a car battery. Good experience that I don't want to do again, that's for sure. People carry everything here on their bikes. it generally doesn't matter what it is, it can fit on a bike.

[brutal]

"a couple of the holes have been bored out a bit, but she still rides fine." -The rest of the board when describing your female relative.

As much as you goad me, I am not going to make a joke about your mom Belly.

[TheBelly]

As much as you goad me, I am not going to make a joke about your mom Belly.

I thought the joke was always about your (female relative). That's what it said on the bathroom stall. "For A Good Time, Call Brutal's Female Relative."

[TheBelly]

As much as you goad me, I am not going to make a joke about your mom Belly.

I'm trying to make fun of the 'Your Mom' jokes by purposely being ambiguous. Is it working?

[Irving]

I've ridden with my full military ruck on. It's slightly more cumbersome than a car battery. Good experience that I don't want to do again, that's for sure. People carry everything here on their bikes. it generally doesn't matter what it is, it can fit on a bike.

I have to imagine that a ruck is more comfortable, even if more heavy, than a 30lb square right in the small of your back. I was worried it would tear the material and just blast apart in the middle of the street when crossing the intersection.

[TheBelly]

I have to imagine that a ruck is more comfortable, even if more heavy, than a 30lb square right in the small of your back. I was worried it would tear the material and just blast apart in the middle of the street when crossing the intersection.

Fair Point.

Spilling acid or gel onto my anus isn't exactly a hazard I've had to worry about, lately or ever.

[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.