I'd say that when I'm in decent shape, you and I have the ability to push one an other (give or take about the same pace) up the hills which in reality = a very fair pace for a woman cyclist and a somewhat lacking pace for a decent male cyclist.Btw, don't listen to Mikey about my climbing. I'm "fair" on a good day. He rides up my driveway and I still push the pedaler up there. me = wuss. (he's going to counter with a sandbagger call, but Harpo knows the truth.)
Btw, don't listen to Mikey about my climbing. I'm "fair" on a good day. He rides up my driveway and I still push the pedaler up there. me = wuss. (he's going to counter with a sandbagger call, but Harpo knows the truth.
Says she who crushes souls and flattens 30 percent grades
What he doesn't say is that I only rode one block.
I could have walked faster than I rode up.
I was too chicken to ride back down because my brakes wouldn't grab.
When it was all over I needed a hug and cookie because I was so traumatized by the experience.
My forward light sucked but it was actually helpful on the climbs as the psychological effect of only being able to see 10 feet ahead gave me no perspective of the ascent and I ended up climbing Camino Alto faster and with less effort than ever before. Also I have been incorporating Chi running principles into my riding and it fucking works. Once achieveing the right posture very similar to the running style and creating the rythmic balance between the push and pull strokes so that you are not exherting too much energy on either I completed a 40 mile ride at a spirited pace throughout and was barely winded or sore from the effort. 
What he doesn't say is that I only rode one block.
I could have walked faster than I rode up.
I was too chicken to ride back down because my brakes wouldn't grab.
When it was all over I needed a hug and cookie because I was so traumatized by the experience.
I've only ridden it once. I was supposed to be following Mikey, because I'd never been up there on my own, but he'd trashed his legs the day before doing some insane 20 miles of mountain biking. So I was by my lonesome. I didn't realize that was the end until I was 50' from the lot! arty
There's even a "Drag Race" where you dress in drag and well, drag race. Fixed gear if i'm not mistaken, but I can't find the link.artyHARPO SANDBAGS!!
Every ride starts with 15 minutes of "ooohhh, i'm sick" or "somethings wrong with my leg" or blah blah blah. 50 minutes later he's grinding you into flour on a long climb.
Heather (Ducati honey) is a hammer! If you want to see it, bring your A game and a fresh pair of legs. Otherwise, it's a nice view as she drops you on the climbs.
Lisa is making Mike a better man (at least on the bike)
I'm having a hard time deciding on a mountain or road ride this weekend, so someone please invite me on something.
x infinityHis fat ass used to be an 8 but I think she's (oops! I meant "he's") worked his self down to a rather toned little size 4 with just enough cushin' for the pushin'We here at BARF encourage cross dressing.
Btw, what size is your sundress?
x infinity and beyond1
His fat ass used to be an 8 but I think she's (oops! I meant "he's") worked his self down to a rather toned little size 4 with just enough cushin' for the pushin'
Mom never figured out where her pantyhose dissapeared to.Back in the days prior to spandex, everyone wore wool. Wool togs would tear all the hair off your legs on a long day on the bike as the little guys worked their way thru the fibers. The smart guys wore "sheer energy" pantyhose under their togs. This worked geat for the hair pulling, worked as a early version of compression tights (noticeably improved circulation, but squeezed the shit out you. Girls will do some crazy shit to attract peni) and kept you a little warmer too.
I'm officially a queen size
